Panic spreading through my veins
Loosing control that flows over the edge
(Enter night that’s filled with sin)
Creating no good connections
And fire breathing deceptions
(Sideways glances at noises that alert)
Stepping around puddles into night
Loud anger and pure delights
(Popped collar welcomes blithe)
Drifting through the streets of time
I fall over the edges of life
I whisper to the devils wings
That hover close to my leftover bread
I cry when I watch the sun go down
Perfect desperation I can never control
But loosely I dangle the stranglehold
The true release of tension
Between my staunch sober lips
Dragging out time
In a never ending hustle homeward
Perhaps it’s this thought here
That leads me into the bliss
Forgotten in a moments serenity
I’ve left nothing to spare
Cutest buttons sparkle and shine
A sleeping baby stays warm tonight
Snuggled in with reindeer and rabbits
Where happy dreams do fill the sky
In this young world, all is well
In this young mind, animals smile
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Photographer: Ieva Katana
I was given this customer photograph, and requested to write a short poem to go along with it for Minus40’s blog. The onsie is a Minus40.
Seriously adorable stuff.
It is like the night, when the first star rises
When I look deep into your eyes
It is like the sound of the first splash of water
As the fun jumps into the lake
The calm all around
With instantaneous sparks of emotion
In a midsummer bliss
~
Naked lovers that lay in each others arms
Watching those first stars speckle the evening sky
The night shift of animals come out
Creeking along the hidden paths
~
Do you want to come over for dinner?
Mom will be making chicken fry
You won’t be able to stay the night
But we can watch a movie in the basement
Nobody will bother us there
I like laying in your arms like that
Do you like it too?
Watching you is a secret
A pleasure that excites me
Lifting my tongue to the top of my mouth
Shifting my loins in sympathetic urge
Curling my toes towards bliss
Silence, whispered around my head
In short gasps of infinite madness
Perhaps you could take me
On a journey tonight
[This poem was encouraged by a little project called Hysterical Literature]
Demons lurching and prowling at the innards tormenting
Disastrous thoughts compelling every movement
Keeping all personal compassion idle by unnecessary woes
Claws tearing away the fine layers of conscience
Robed with a hundred years of torment, tied at the waist
All without a yelp of terror
All in good time of faith does the burden remain
All for the surviving factions of purveyors
I have dreamed of this day
Written down in my books of faith
That record my weakest of thoughts
Together with my wisdom once preached
And demons; I have drawn your soured skin
Your scales with hair
Claws and beaks searching for the deepest dagger
Tentacles, wings, horns, and whipping tales
Growling teeth and pointed ears
Patiently awaiting this demise
There will be no more pain
The sins I demolish with faith
For tomorrow I shall rise
Without the gates of hell beckoning me
And peace will fall
Amongst the villains and saints
Muttering and murmuring and lost all control and trying to step and falling forward with an understanding that nothing is as it seems but today oh my smoke and holiday but where I’ve seen not only that lost and maybe tomorrow my mother and I could who is that standing and crosswalks that I’m into with honking and what is the matter but why have I gathered but there’s no more sense in this matter of a conclusion can we understand my control but who has the next hit I think I’m done for the night but where is home do I have places to sleep where have I come from but there is no home anymore fucking father left me to die and he can rot in a scum bag of maggots but tonight I can’t sleep for I’m dizzy and maybe here I can sit down a while will it rain again tonight I don’t care anymore I need another hit needles drugs spoons lighter fuck where’s my lighter I’ve lost it again and under the bush where was I last night that whore I lost my underwear too but that’s but tonight I don’t have sleep but crosswalks and random who’s this and what is he doing why is that there is that a camera did he just take my where did he go I was about to say something to him come back here! the crosswalk did I stop walking ok here I will send for my secrets and lay them waste upon this stone hard ground kissing stone kissing cement walk I must walk and left and walk and onto the next where did we end up with truths and endless abandoned I’m done end John smoke home
The bitterness that rolls off my tongue is like ice cream on a hot summers day
Filthy and dripping and fit for the butcher to hang up and beat
Stuck walking down alleys with a stench so bad it curls the hair on the back of your neck
Piss that’s been brewing, batch upon batch without any relent
And a scowl that scares even the grungiest of vermin about at this hour
A scowl that reaches the street lamps and dims their shine
A scowl that pounds each footstep 3 inches into the pavement
A scowl that doesn’t betray even the door that is unlatched
As is screeches it’s way open in the dead of the night
You don’t understand the pain that I’m in
Bloody knuckles on my face that scratch away my identity
You heal me, I heal you and
All that has been lost over the years of our struggle
Has been thrown into baskets that crawl with tangible evidence
No speculation at the scars that mark this history
Do not knock on this door
This bitterness that will not lighten your day
My dear children
I’ve been waiting here some time
I’ve been holding onto my book
Flipping through the yellowed pages
Thinking of you
My son, your charmed elegance
Your presence simply beams my pride
Startling personality
That I grow to appreciate
How I’ve missed you
Dear daughter of my own style
How beautiful your long hair is
You make me long so much of my younger days
I wish I still had your skin
My beautiful girl, the love we have
I cherish these times my dear Children
I wish we could always remember
These beautiful moments here
Sure enough, as days pass on
We will not laugh nearly as much
I used to love you like a wild woman should
Full of youth you showered me in elegance
Holding me high upon your shoulders
As we waltz’d through parks
There was a time when I would sit by the phone
Waiting for you to call on me
I’d talk sweet words to my friends of you
When time would hold us far apart
Then, as hours turned to years
We grew up like fresh sprouts from earth
Quickly in spring, blooming in summer
And grasping to sweet life in fall
Here we sit now, asleep in the sun
No longer wary of our youthful exuberance
No longer conscious of voices around
Comfortably numb, rest in the mind
Where shall we go tomorrow?
Does it cost that much?
Do you have some sunscreen on your nose?
Can I have a sandwich please.
