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Poems From The House Of Life
Superglue
You know it to be true
And now I have to agree
When I, was Penelope,
And you, were crazy,
And we faced each other on chairs
In the dayroom we faced each other
As if the rest of the crazies were not present
And we looked straight into each others eyes
And Penelope said what I as myself had longed
to myriad times she
Begged you
For just
One hug
One embrace
Hold me
(Please?)
You told her
Rabbits quivering in your eyes
That you knew there would be
Superglue
If ever we even touched.
Late that year
When we were both sane again
And crazier in love with each other than ever
We were left alone, facing each other when
swing dancers had paired
And your rabbits thankfully leapt
To cut in on a couple
To grab the safe girl
And I got her leftover man
And we tried to feign attention to our new
partners
Between relieved sighs
(saved from superglue again)
And serrendipitous gazes leaked periodically,
Unwillingly from our liquid eyes
We were wondering what would have happened
Had we grabbed each others waists
And pulled each other roughly into forbidden
embrace
Oh you were right,
You who, then, spent an emerald summer
Trying not to gaze at the moon.
You who touched me only once, briefly, on
a shoulder
When I wore pantyhose and a business suit
and yelled at a vulnerable nun whom I loved
And withdrew that touch, too quickly, O, I
am a woodstove in the center of winter to your young hands
I am the potential fissure in the dome cap
And if we ever touch now
It would be too late to prevent
Our lava from spewing all over each other
Hardening, superglued,
The muse's kiss of fire
The forbidden road started
And, thinking twice, turning back, in panic,
We'd be seeing No Escape: for what was
Would be a sheer drop down
Crumbled forever, the past
And our passion never ever again
A choice.
KEY
The secret room in your heart which is ours
The room you lock when our embrace must,
Reluctantly,
Part,
How long will it remain unfound?
Such a large and spacious room
Such a stark emptiness when in each others sweet embrace we are not
How silent the chamber
The great hall of our intense love
The key- where do you hide it
And how long do you suppose it will be
Before
Someone suspects the room exists, or happens upon the door?
Curious, searches for that key
Knowing it must be "somewhere around here"
How long, my dear and sweet beloved one
Do you hypnotize your soul into believing
The spacious room of our love
Will remain sasanct
And our secret protected
And the walls not
Busted down?
Words
Your words stuck to my foot on that day
On my rosebud cheeks they
Under that fold at the bottom of my heart
(Uncatagoried medically)
Nestled themselves
In the soft warm folds of my close personal
Alter they altered
My consciousness from down there, wetly, your innocuous words
Your words that only innocently told me you were fingering my voluminous
present.
Thoughts of me,
Dripping from every single page,
Working your dreams,
Shoving them into mine, as if it would ward off death, your words,
Did.
THE BIG HEALER
Little Big Woman
The knowledgeable called her
Drooling hope
From the side of their
Streaming eyes
Give, me a touch-even just one- they begged
I've been waiting
So VERY long.
Honey Thoughts
Open door-
Daughter/Friend
I can feel your power
I'm shocked! I open my eyes
You wear the face of a child
Your flesh smells like honey
Thoughts, not diet, the controller
As your sweet thoughts drip down the blanket
I want to catch some with my tongue.
I do and now
I'll never be the same
again. Now.
Will I?
Pledge To Completely Defiantly Unaffected Beauty
I told her how the world doesn't hear excuses so she could practice with me
I told her how
Comets have weird tales
She wanted to hear
The stories
"People will be jealous of your powers" I said
And, boy, I was right.
Emptying her pockets
She jutted her chin upward, towards the stiff winds,
She made a very stiff commitment
Out loud and strong
To become ABSOLUTELY beautiful.
Cyclone Sandwich
Write
like a cyclone
Live
like a traveler
There's
not too many
Like
us dear
Fluffernutter
butter
Sandwich.
Will
you leave a portion of you for me. Please. I.
I'm
not psychotic
Just
overzealous in my
Infatuatory
thoughts.
Unintentional
intermediate magic
Tingling
inside of the pores of your skin.
Again.
My Previous Hearer
I'm racing with the moon to please you
I want to call you out in the lightning storm
Can you take my secret pain and lock it into
A mode only you can hear?
Uncharacteristically Wordless
You asked me once
Just how deep my commitment had grown
And I was tounge-tied
Again
Throat handcuffed to the steering wheel.
Asking For More
I saw a triple rainbow today I
Spoke my mind & it was well-received I
Had juicy kisses with a gentleman
Feeling reconnected I
Skipped a little on a lawn and
Reached out to playfully brush hanging aerial roots.
From the banyan tree, passing.
What more can I ask for?
Always- plenty! My lips are waiting for yours
And it's the most ridiculous wish really
Oh god, sometimes, at night
I turn off the light for awhile just to be with you in my mind.
Tailgating Wonder
I followed Wonder today
I drove behind it, down winding roads through outrageous scenery
For a long ways.
The fascination is whelming
Never over.
Good Year For Wine
Is there anything less than
The pathetic irony of our love
It hovers and hums like a large bird-
ooooo I meant to say bee
Why is everybody
Suddenly openhearted?
I lost you the other day
While I was looking for my bi-focals
In the melting desert sand
Is there anyone assuming for me that
I'll be alone up there in the country of isolated incidents
Come dancing with me
In the sands
Let it make each crevice aware
It's there
Talk to strangers
Let go of the night magic you bottled up a while back
I believe
The vintage is right.
Sentient Dance
Was I too weary to go with you when you
Walked outside of the lines that long & rainy night drenched
Drowned in my alleged ambitions- again dear- you-
Don't confiscate my goodies sweetheart
After you get through star-gazing-
Don't eat them-
Raw like clams-
Raw and bleeding with splinters
Coming out of your teeth
Every shard of shell like mica'd porcelain-
(My teeth were scratched by you)
Occasionally-
While dreaming-
Every so often-
While awakedreaming you paused
I knew you cause you were there
Quivering with me.
What makes me quiver like that all over me in the night when you sweat
sweet
Future-thoughts over my pillow
What am I to do with them
My heart is not a computer anymore-
Sentient being.
Possibilities
I left my hopeful, open, expectations, AT the roadside, NOT mutilated,
always open, to the possibility, I could love you beyond words,
"My heart is full" her
Cliche'd slice of life revealed
I had hoped for dinner by the lake I had
Prayed for a quickie I had
Watched people do their best to
Tick off the moments I
My
Lips still had his heat on them
Numbed in an attractive way as they were
Who could speak of what the prophecies said when
Confronted with his eyes- me always becoming flabbergasted
Every word vibrating in my throat before it's given to him.
What am I going to do if he ever asks me
My feelings, caring, do I,
Swallow hard
Swallow down
Knowing that I'd
Be down on my knees, begging crumbs, that fall from his eye-lids
If I even THOUGHT he'd want it-
Not even said.
Beyond Forgiving
I left you stranded and you forgave me
Why.
I unintentionally attacked you and
You said you were sorry
Why.
I put furniture out in the rain
Rather than shampoo it
Birds were grateful
Taking threads for the nest.
I caught your tear on my finger and played
Handball with it
Still- you insisted on
Tablets of ceremonial
Text obscured
By wine stains.
Haha, MY heart, sucker!
I danced in the mud for you
And it wasn't enough
My art was raw, and sweaty
You were unimpressed.
The talk in town was that I was amazing
You begged to differ.
You took my heart and threw it in the passenger side of your car you
Drove up the mountain road at 75 MPH
But I can dragster too, darling
Better watch your step
Did you see that dust devil that passed you at 10,000 feet?
It was me.
Oh yes- I'll be waiting for you- pathetic crumpet
No tree, no bush, shall hide you
No rock, no boulder, no pile of small stones, no cave into the bowels
Shall shelter you, and your heart-keeping
Plans.
IT'S MY HEART AND
I-AM-GET-ING-IT-BACK
Now.
The Extinction Of The Blues
People dissatisfied with love have
Written many songs about it
Whine on. Usually wine on as well.
Why didn't they just
Take all that precious time they spent rehashing the pain in verse
And spend it exchanging
Love with those
Who will except it or even better
Welcome it with gratitude,
Why?
Guess- there'd be no Blues then.
Feverish Affection
You made it, frankly, easy to fall in love with you
What- with your boyish good looks and sparkling eyes and
The pain and pathos churning under
Tall somewhat clumsy yet strong yes very strong
Body I want to taste you with the whole surface of my tongue
Oh my God- what am I going to do with
This fever I have of you?
Silence
(for Bob, who made me include
it)
Sands of silence fell over my face
Ruddy with Starglow, bound tight in well-made lace
Leave your anklets on
And nothing else
But the silence.
Another Sunday Afternoon
She gave him coffee at dawn.
It was warm and wet to the touch.
10 centuries went by.
The cat yawned, stretched across the lazy armchair.
Afternoon sunlight, through the grillwork, made a pattern on the floor.
Two carpets danced, laughing at cherry and grape juice stains that were
on them.
It was another Sunday afternoon.
Party Of One
And they left a wake on the sea
As if they were a ship.
Love me?
I don't THINK so hypocritical
Salamander
You blended my drink to perfect imperfection incarnate.
They wanted to know if I was with
A party of two and
I stuck my chin up and screamed:
NO!
Artistic Dreams Meet Threshing Floor
Part one)
OUCH!
The poetry became a crucifix of my soul because
I thought myself a musician hardly in cognito and rebelled
Against systems immense that left my
Broadcast daydreams on the sheath pile on the threshing shack's floor.
(part two)
PHOENIXED
A glow surrounded her peaceful fortitude.
There were recycling bins around her heart.
They revealed their truths, and REALLY thought they were good.
Her creative genius couldn't be kept behind walls.
She wrote like a maniac Hemmingway at the
Cafe'.
Where the Hippies Have Gone
The astrologer that she loved
Was home from his meanderings,
Yet he didn't contact her
Right away.
Clean cut young urban professionals
Sit at tables, unwilling
To admit that they have no clue
As to the identity of their
Lofty goals.
With all my lovin',
3singingeagles Ma'hinahinahina Grady
11/21/99
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| 1 | First Poem Of The Millennium |
| 2 | Titanic Nightmares Spawn Realtime In-Poem Revelation |
| 3 | Christmas Hurricane |
| 4 | Not Thinking Of You |
| 5 | Train |
| 6 | Swan Song |
| 7 | Two |
| 8 | Action Subtracts Intellect |
| 9 | Blurred |
| 10 | The Silent Lovers Dancing On The Edge Of Y2K |
| 11 | Digesting The Very Minute Seconds Even |
| 12 | TRUST |
| 13 | Scarlet Dance |
| 14 | CLUBBING |
| 15 | Re Flexible |
| 16 | Testronic Primal Therapy |
| 17 | When Any Sex Will Do |
| 18 | Where's That Shoelace Spell? |
| 19 | HH Love Greenhouse Shift |
| 20 | Slither, Isadora Clone! |
| 21 | Attached To Dead Words |
| 22 | Check Your Pies, Dear |
| 23 | Froth |
First
Poem Of The Millennium
Written
on the morn of 1/1/00
Happy
New Years love.
You
are on my mind.
Happy
New Years love.
Look
how I find.
That
another year has gone by
and
I still have not left YOU be hind!
Thought
I had presence
Thought
I had class
Thought
that would increase as the
Year
it did pass.
Out
with the old
In
with the new
I
sure did not think
I'd
still be haunt ed by you!
I've
taken a
Few
lovers
Since
you've been gone-
But
look where it leaves me-
New
year's morning,
And
I'm
Lone
ly at dawn.
Guess
it is true.
Not
over you.
Still--------
on my
mi ind.
(musical bridge)
The
troubadour
That
I adore
She
is sit tin here
Write
in a song
But
the
Woman
of love
I'm
dreaming of
Is
in some back room
Passed
out
On
the floor!
Cause
Sure e nough
I can still find sex.
But- through it all.
My heart is vexed.
It's New Year's day,
And all I can say,
Is-------
that I MISS you.
(Yes
it's true)
Oh
my sweet dear love
I
still hold you close
In
my heart and head
Though
not in my bed
If
you were here
You'd
be there too my dear!
Cause
it's New Year's day
And
the deepest thing this writer can say,
Is
that
She
Miss
es you!
(It's
true)
A
bright sunny New Year's morn,
And
the only song being born,
Screams
out that I miss you!
Titanic Nightmares Spawn Realtime In-Poem Revelation
I wrote in
green ink
To charm
prosperity to my table
I walked
with kings, poets, betted travelers,
Then, in
my
Dreams I
was like Kate-
Like Rose-
In "Titanic"
Loving
fun
Rejecting
the Rich cage
Yes,
I was,
But....
Unlike perhaps.
Hum, unlike
My real
life (?) or
Perhaps
not.
Yes,
I'd mistress
For a
place now.
I'd give sex in return for a home.
Couldn't
Rose have at least married for an anchor?
To have
a nice mansion where she could
After
a respectable waiting period OF COURSE
Grab
some precious things to make money for the
Journey
with vagabond Poet-spirit Leo (Jack) ?
Oh Craig,
would you give up all to live, wild, with ME
To travel
with no safety net?
To get
drunk and dance
When
I finally coax
Your
gypsy soul
Back
to where
It belongs?
In my
dreams,
Nightmares
really,
You're
so professional, so aloof,
In front
of others AND when we're alone
Oh, SHIT,
I suddenly know what that means!
Yes!
You
are the Rose in the
Romance
I
am Jack!
Oh, my
love, PLEASE
Come
to me!
I'll
brave the ice to make you mine!
There
was quite a silence on the street when she stepped outside
It was
that time on Christmas morning
That
time- where kids are opening their presents
And/or
just playing with them
Silence
like the eye of the hurricane
Excitement
before,
Enough
to wake up parents for permission to open presents
Excitement
after,
Out
into the streets while Christmas dinners begin their cooking.
The eye of the hurricane called Christmas morning.
Just last night-
I thought seriously,
that you were totally off my mind
(Though that
I was thinking this disproved it right there)
Yet, anyways,
this morning upon waking,
Well- in the
kitchen 5-10 mins. afterwards, stirring the coffee, but---
Close enough
to "upon waking"
There you were-
on my skin
Making me aware
of the area on my face called my "cheeks"
Tingling burning,
actually, feeling like prickles you get from having ungloved hands in the
snow for too long
Can I sneak
into the movie theater
To see again
the clip of you & me
Which must
have been playing in dreaming time
At least to
some extent
Maybe even
just a clip
In a preview,
a trailer, hey-
That's kinda
funny, huh?
You n' me inna
trailer-
Nah. We wouldn't
be trailer trash
You and I together.
We would be flying canapés.
We would be
jitterbug awareness'
On wet, white,
snowflakes, we would be
Dancing bears
with tambourines on top of our heads
Yes I declare
I swear
We'd be
Prosperous
merchants
In the marketplace
of strangers
Success written
all over
Our lips burning
with the essence
Of eachother
Pisces man
it seems you
Came directly
out of some fantasy of me
Clinging always
to an illusion of some stolen twilight
You, me, a
dog named Boo,
Yes- fears
are here too near sweet dear we've tried
To pry them
off our minds our eyes
Meet eachother,
and the longing grows beyond words
In me you see
beyond your little field
You remember
who you were (are) and in
You there is-
what? I have NO idea why
I love you
so- your pompous
Outside veneer
should have shucked my silk from your cob long enough ago
What are you
REALLY, who are you REALLY, that I love that
Hidden being,
so?
Intuiting its
essence?
Are there REALLY
past lives?
Is it that
reincarnation exists and that's why we're so in love with eachother?
It must be
as confusing to you as it is to me
There is nothing
outwardly that you could POSSIBLY love about me
I'm crazy- for
one-
Oh your parents
would never approve of that
Your professored
life would not hold that liquid in its container
And- a poet
on top of that- how unpopular.
The lowest
writer on the status pole,
And, of course,
the POOR one---
Compounding
all of it in its irony.
All of its
substance.
Shit- I WEAR
NO SHOES
No makeup-
NO- MORE scandalous- JUST lipstick my
Hair is cut
specifically to BE unrestrained-
Fingers fluffed
then go no
Careful preening
and care her
Hair
Is long and
dyed and careful placed and her
Nails are never
broken or raw
Her feelings.
Surface skipping lightly happy
Why the fuck
would you, did you, fall in love with me when everything is so comfortable
with her on your records
This raw sweaty
smelling of life sometimes divine to bliss²proportions
sometimes decrepit
Gypsy spirit
Who arises,
frequently,
With rambling
poems to you
On her cheeks
and
Flowing out
of her pen
Making cum
stains on the page
Which she licks
off as if they
Were drops
of your fluid, and,
Taking them
into her body
Would somehow
make you hers
Even though
She swears
She's not really
Thinking of
you anymore.
What
if you grabbed my soul and pulled it, sucking hard, into your life-
One
of the most insane things we could think of,
With
no rational explanation, we would be
SO
CRAZY TO EVEN CONTEMPLATE A THING LIKE THAT
Let's
send this continental first class locomotive ride
Please-
onto its regularly scheduled journey.
Dreamt
of flying
landing
With Swans
Down
Buffalo Street in Ithaca, flying
People
saw me
It
was noted as unusual
Down
the sloping streets
Around
the trees
To
the swans
Spontaneous
no
Walled
pond in
Asphalt
Not
interfering in traffic
Right
hand lane swerves around I guess
Though
I don't recall seeing any traffic doing so
(Woulda
been downhill lane)
(Saw
some uphill traffic, though, as I recall)
(In
fact, think I drove up there a few times,
Was
drivin a lot in the dream,
Did
I pass the swans then,
Or
were they only there for the flying scene?)
Round
trees,
Down,
Up,
Spiral,
Had
to flap my arms often,
Don't
remember floating or gliding, had to work to keep my lift
To
Mama
swans and baby swans
And
probably Daddy swans
Though
It
would make sense if the daddy swans were missing
Considering
how my life has gone
With
daddy swans ditching and all
HEY-
are there any places anymore where Daddy Swans don't ditch--
Amish
country, perhaps?
Are
ghettos devoid of
Daddy
Swans ENTIRELY
(Swan
season open,
Load
those bullets,
Males
only?)
You're
Two pens short
of a
Full nelson lady
can you
Understand what
for?
Two pens short
of a
Full nelson mama
can you-
Take any more?
Two candles short
On the birthday
cake
Two sticks of
butter short
Now your pie
crust
Won't flake!
Two grains short
Of a mathematically
perfect pyramid and
History wants
to be set right!
Two coils short
Of a full snake
skin
Two days too
late
And a dollar
too thin
Too old to cry
and
Too sad to spin
I guess I'll
just
Have to go out
With a grin!
I've got
Two handles on
the bicycle
Outside the so
da shop!
Two friends that
really like me
So I think I'm
gonna stop!
Two ten dollar
bills in my pocket
That's even enough
for lunch
My treat, my
friends, be cause
Cause I like
you a bunch!
Look- if a carbon
copy of my
Life was hand
ed down
I'd be mostly
pose ing with
a
Smile notafrown.
If I had
A res i dent
See er with a
ball
Of crystal they
would
Just insist I
All read ee had
it all
(Be cause I got)
Two cans
Of happ i ness
One in each breast
corn er pock et
Two beau ti ful
Shin ing eyes
Each with its
own socket
Two feet to walk
run and ride
Two chambers
of a
Heart in side
Oh Lord how I
Think I'll cry
With joy------
Oh boy-------
And there's more-------
(Oh yes, so much
more)
In store
(Oh yes that
is coming soon)
As life
Rolls on
For me----------!
Good
morning to everything I've put aside and haven't wanted to look at.
What's
happ'nin?
Want
to roll a cigarette and roll over and play alive for awhile?
We
could swim like seals in Key Piscane Bay.
Or
Alaska somewhere.
Whatevers.
Rollin
rollin rollin.
All
over my crazy hopes.
All
over the he-will-love-me-even-though-I-don't-shave-my-legs hopes.
But,
anyways, I DO know that,
For
my sanity,
I
must attempt to visit him.
ASAP,
So
as to break this spell.
Either
do it------
Tumble
into each other------
Or
get rejected-------
Something
must give,
Somewhere,
Somehow.
This
cannot possibly go on much longer without my
Going
COMPLETELY out of my
Head.
Someone
talked
My ear
almost off
In the
sky yesterday I paused
Half-notes
and half-tones were synonymous
Since
things became quite homogenized.
All of
the lines were blurred
(Distinguished
reality)
They were
softened, pastels smeared together by a finger
What exactly
WAS the purpose
Of making
separate words
If they
were all gonna end up
Blurred
together like that
Anyway?
Epilogue:
"Distinguish
this"
I said.
The Silent Lovers Dancing On The Edge Of Y2K
Volumes
of writing threatened to emerge from formally unwilling pens.
Yeah.
They
were juiced up NOW
The
millennium was nearly upon her.
2
helpings of rice later,
She
burped curry,
Her
sinuses properly opened to signals from the outer spiritual realms.
Will
people be desperately making love on New Years Eve,
Thinking
it may all soon be over?
Do
you talk too excessively when you finally declare your love to that special
someone?
Or
are you quiet.
Very
very quiet?
In
hopes of course that a passionate kiss,
That
an embrace,
May
fill in,
The
silence?
Digesting The Very Minute Seconds Even
In the
morning green golden rays predicted a tide of blood
I opened
my eyes and mouth,
Wide,
No----------
I wasn't
missing a SECOND of this-----
I know
who I am so it doesn't
Matter
what others do
Or do
not know about me.
Know your own cleanliness.
Last evening as she lay in
the still-warm ashes of her numerous expectations,
Someone doused the fire with
moonshine and
The explosion was sexually
stimulating from her FEET up to her HEAD.
"Why hadn't I let someone
into my heart like I longed to?
I WAS HAPPY once!
I was!"
(She protested)
None too loudly I may add
okay?
She went up to watch the stars
from her bedroom and lonely coffee painted the walls.
She was disturbed.
She was not ready to hear
resplendent things about him.
Not from THESE lips
And so,
She persevered,
And spoonfed,
Herself,
Every dream,
That,
Appeared,
Hopelessly,
Helplessly,
Frantically,
COMEON-
COMEON NOW I'M READY-
fOR YOUR-
FULL FOCUS-
I AM READY-
FOR YOUR SPARKLY LIGHT-
YOUR INFINITE SADNESS-
I LEFT YOU-
I LEFT YOU HERE-
DO YOU HEAR ME-
DID YOU HEAR ME-
I AM-
BEGGING YOU-
TO-
BE-
A-
PART-
(NO NOT EVER)
(NOT EVER APART FROM)-
OF MY BODY.
She quivered as he tied her
wrists to the bedposts.
She would trust him.
She would.
Scarlet
came there with her.
It
was not Alazerian Crimson.
She
called to him
Come,
come, please, come to me already
You
can wash out the opaque pigmentation
Can
add white and make it pink
Oh
god- don't you know-
I'd
let you do
Anything
with my colors--------------
Anything
with my soul----------------
Don't
you
Know
my
Throat
tightens around your possibleness
Smelling
you- close enough- to breathe in- you are
Pump
me full of your wake up juice
Make
me dance all night.
He used his sexuality
like a club,
A weapon was
it to him
He'd bludgeon
them with his lust
And leave them
without blankets
Or hot chocolate.
My
cheeks burn for you.
My
body burns.
Did
someone bring me coffee and croissants in the morning?
Did
they?
Did
they?
I was visiting you every morning.
We had established a connection from our bellies to each other.
You can keep track of me on your journeys
All
of my colors have run into each other.
I'm
flexible again.
She woke up,
To the men,
Sitting around in a circle,
Ready to drug her.
She wasn't aware breakfast was spiked,
But,
Somewhere in there,
She probably was.
One after one they made her a sack of flesh and bones
in the dirt as they
Pounded out everything everyone had done to THEM without
THEIR consent
For SO LONG!
They
wrote an epistle about her life.
They
caressed her like never before.
They
held her in their awful minds
And
felt light tugging there.
Their
old method, making her the whore, didn't work.
They
pictured holding her down and committing unspeakable acts on her body
And,
after ejaculation, found themselves feeling her head resting on their shoulder
Her
grateful hands around their waists
Her
soft body pressed contoured and breathing the length of theirs.
The magician
walked down the road.
He kicked
a candy wrapper that had been wadded up and flung out of somebody's hand.
Hum.
He picked
it up.
A boy
about------- 11.
Short
brown hair.
Impatient
by day not by nature.
Hum.
One sneaker
lace is broken,
On the
right side,
And he
hasn't replaced it cause he hates having to lick and twist
The end
of the thread to fit it through the small hole.
1.
I worked,
Once,
In the "field house
of love".
Everything was solid.
2.
They were doing potato
experiments and were not wary enough.
3.
I dreamed of putting
your flesh on my tongue and inhaling you deeply.
There's
a lizard sleeping on my window.
It
looks good there I think.
I'll
stay awhile it must be thinking.
Your words, mi love, twist & shout!
I
remember when he first met me.
He
thought I was ungrounded cause I didn't wear shoes
(Oh
my god, and those clothes of yours are shocking and)
(God
you remind me of Isadora Duncan)
(Do
you know how she bit it?
Do
ya?
Huh?
Huh?)
Strum
me,
On
your window-pane its Cannons
Those
sacred writings
You
cling to it
Must be really cold in there.
Take my ankles in your hard hands
My legs have been sizzored apart
by you now
There is no turning back
Have you set the temperature for
your pies at 350 Fahrenheit have you
Lost ALL of your senses? Hum?
Open
at last it seemed I would be
It
was some kind of suffocated destiny it was
Can
I
leave my expectations aside again,
They've
given me shelter in their illusory ways
Patina
of hopefulness painted over top of them--------
I
HAVE left everything
So
why hasn't the dancer gotten accolades for her
EXCEPTIONAL
vision that
She
has.
A
rascal without too much supervision
My
drinking buddy was
Soma
My
saliva was WAY holy-ized THAT time
Why-
Why-
The
narrow breadth of your seemingly detached continence
Left
me gasping, your love brew
Was
thick and frothy, foamy, leaving foam mustaches on
What
used to be my happiness.
Please enjoy these poemz, print em up, share em, but ask permission to make any money off them. Tanks, uh?
Love, 3singingeagles :)
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| 1 | Nice Girls Don't Wear Red |
| 2 | Keep The Enigma |
| 3 | Cleaning Day |
| 4 | Explaining Poppies |
| 5 | Alien |
| 6 | Praying For Death |
| 7 | iNCURABLE rADICALS |
| 8 | WHITE NOISE OF INQUIRY |
| 9 | The Writer's Wished For Lover |
| 10 | Oracle Pie Served Warm |
| 11 | On The Waterline |
| 12 | Cassandric Wonderings |
| 13 | MOMMY |
| 14 | Artistic Birthright |
| 15 | Pokemon Burps, Bursts Self Absorbed Dreaming |
| 16 | An Open Letter To All Roosters |
| 17 | Any Kind Of Dream |
| 18 | Could It Be Bad? |
| 19 | Post Sex Monumental Solstice |
| 20 | My Bones Know The Wind |
| 21 | One Foot In Front Of The Other |
| 22 | Insisting On Excellent |
| 23 | Strange Clouds |
Opening
up-
The
top of her hope-
She's
come to her truth-
Again-
Well-
Fare
thee well-
Fair
the knee well-
While
all bend upon it-
Praising
some great tin God-
Cycloning
past the apocalypse-
Wine
in caskets-
Nobody
swimming bogus-
My
heart wide open like the sea,
Shut
tight like the mouth of a salmon,
River
of hesitancy & hope-
Blended
as I think of you.
You
DO know that there's someone
Somewhere
Out
here
Waiting
Your
name on tables
Hopelessly
devoted to you, she weeps
Big
crocodile tears run down her face
In
foreign arms familiar she visualizes
You
The
shudders and tears of him
Are
yours dear buddy
Nice
girls don't
Wear
red- they
Bury
their heads in their hands and
Pray
for rain.
I started my hand moving in the book.
I was well aware of the style.
No one need nudge me- I coughed and 200 years of crying commenced.
A shadow fell over the tomato vines.
I clasped your hands.
You are a mystery.
The Enigma Popsicle (tm) of my hopes
2 good to fire, clay receptive,
Horseflesh,
Peak experiences,
Pluses and minuses,
Stuck up is more honest a phrase
Then high class
She
kept the walkway clean the
Counters.
Swept the
Breadbasket
of all crumbs
Peaceful
continence
Apples
before carts
Oranges
between my legs
Onlookers
experiencing tension
Wondering
if I am going to
Squeeze
them.
Drug
addicts poppy eaters,
March
to their drummer the one
Only
they can hear.
Trying to explain where you've come from is often
Extremely complicated
At best.
Sometimes
even the smallest things can kill a person's spirit.
Sometimes
only laying down and preparing to die can shock the proverbial monkey.
Unfortunately
I have too much going on for that,
So I must
die another way.
I will
stop smiling & talking.
I will
stop dancing around as if I belonged here.
I don't.
I'm an
alien everywhere.
Each place
I turn folks are trying to make me small.
VERY very
small.
How
can I handle the terrible and true consequences of my folly?
Left
without a word,
Nightmares
leave me awake crying in front of children,
But
unwilling to elaborate to them.
I want
to die-
SO
much-
Oh
God (right, like there even IS one)
KILL
ME PLEASE-
Put
me,
And
it seems,
The
rest of the world,
Out
of my misery.
tWO CENTURIES AND MORE WENT BY IN A PEACEFUL DREAM.
cREAM FLOATED TO THE TOP OF MY COFFEE.
i BEGGED TO DIFFER.
yOU DID TOO.
How
come you fawn like that? I
Why
do you race with your legs rubbing together I
What
is the reason you dream of things that everyone and their brothers (should
they have them)
(we
all are)
Say
are impossible I
I
I yi
yi
Had
no answers
Except
that my brain was
Really
really really tired
From
the question-noise.
It's
pretty damn near impossible to wake up to the sound of Mother Ocean pounding
the shore,
With
stars shooting all the WAY around,
Without
feeling an extreme sense of awe and wonder.
Once
upon a time on such a morning as this, the retired writer in the sun sat
in the dark-promising-light time of the morning,
The
tail of the hour of the wolf,
Waiting
for the dawn and questioning her own very sanity.
She
felt him on her skin and in her bones.
He
would have to give up everything that his "life" had come to be known to
him-
His
status,
Position
in society,
Tiny
house,
Dog,
His
lady would take it all from him and cast dark ill-scented shadows on what
remained if he became my lover.
"Perhaps"-
the writer entertained her mind a little and the light returned to her
side of the earth a little more,
Gradually
now,
That's
right,
Gentle
gentle gentle now,
Yeah-
"Perhaps.
We
could be lovers so secretly-
So
discreetly-
That
no one knows.
This
way he could keep his comfy life and we could have each other too."
But
she knew that was ridiculous.
They
hadn't even kissed,
Or
embraced,
And
it was,
Already,
Way
too obvious.
There
was a life beyond this one,
But
we weren't sure of it anymore.
Two
times came the Solstice-
Always
growing, in love, and yet no more immense than the sounds of our voices
clapping aloud,
In
unison.
I wrote
a trailer of tears (stars).
No
one grasped my hand.
Hankies
came out.
Then
they rushed the day.
Seize
it.
Come
alone.
Towers
are peaceful.
Artists
are on for size.
In
a perfect world everyone would love you.
That's
why shutdowns occur.
Overenergized,
again, I carry grains of sand in my swollen eyelids.
Two
decades of evolution, four of devolution,
Just
where do we go from here mystic woman of light-
Tell
me now-
You
are the oracle-
Never
ancient.
Don't suck me into your pain, please
I have been crying lately
And there are quotas.
Another morning,
and
I'm still not
sure what I'm here for.
It's like a
convention of crows with tenderhooks as button eyes.
Someone admires
the book I'm reading-
So what-
I falter frequently,
Searching my
soul for a daylight which ever-eludes me.
So much work,
so much time,
So many things
to do and to think about
Feeling how
ones metabolism wakes up...... feeling the change cascade & sweep over
their (ours) bodies......
feeling it.......
Immense.........
Intense.........
Not ever over........
A jewel among
those on a crowned tiara,
Clustered,
Yet each easy
to see and distinguish as its own.
Tired of speaking
and not ever being believed,
Cassandra retires
alone to her own villa,
To breathe.
The
little girl had memories of her Mother.
Singing
while driving-
That
was a big one.
Cuddling
her.
Crying
a lot.
Memories.
Big
ones.
Big
sloppy wet warm mixed ones.
A
blender of feelings.
Her
mom.
Her
mommy.
(Written for the Maui Artist's Showcase, with love)
You breathe
You are an artist
You have blood
You are an artist
The moon moves the large quantity of water in your body
Artist
And
You
Reach your hands out
Begging: "Feel my artists soul!"
And we say, come
Artist spirit
Breathe out your art
Yes, be a part, synergistic dance
Let's support each other
Let's breathe together
On the Maui Artists showcase.
Did someone hypnotize you
Tell you strongly,
Or often, That you were not an artist?
We will de-hypnotize together.
Did someone program you
To feel unmagnificent?
We will deprogram together.
At the Maui Artists Showcase.
Unwounded, healed
Together, feel
Support, strength
Going, to every length
Painting our ecstasies across the stars
Hand in hand, now, joy IS ours
Awake!
Arise!
YOU are the surprise
Nothing impossible.
Know that it's true
The resplendent, breathing,
Artist you.
Arise! Awake!
No mistakes!
Let's be Muses for each other,
Oh sisters, oh brothers,
So clear,
Right here,
At the Maui artists showcase.
So be it.
Pokemon Burps, Bursts Self Absorbed Dreaming
She was a famous
teacher.
Actually, more
like a saint.
Many people
claimed to love her beyond words,
Yet she could
count on the fingers of one hand their sincerity.
Poems flowed
from her pen- and- printed- onto the pages of Maui Time Magazine.
She became
sort of the Poet-Lauriate of the Island Of Maui.
Morning and,
At the table,
Pages pour,
Coffee spills
like a burp from the little to-go-hole on plastic top,
Makes a Pokemon
pattern on the black surface of the small outdoor table,
Or so it seems,
To a modern
day mom who has Pokemons in her dreams as well as her
Chairs, tables,
car, coffee stains,
Jigg a lee
puff.................
An Open Letter To All Roosters
They clip
your wings in farmlands
But I
see you
Wild in
the trees-
You've
shown your unedited face to me
You've
charmed snakes, and pagented kings,
You've
rode shaman-breath onto the church steeple,
Rolled
around in imaginary gutters,
You've
cried aloud:
SUNRISE!
I MADE
IT!
ME!
WITHOUT
ME IT CERTAINLY WOULD NOT RISE AT ALL!
And, when
disproved,
Have never
fallen- or missed a beat-
You declare:
"Well-
maybe I didn't make it rise but I
Honored
it each morning with song just the same-
Could
you say as much for yourself?
A true
Shaman is not attached to the Mystery of their talents
When they
are exposed,
They laugh,
twirl, have a clever comeback
Otherwise,
they were never true Shamans
To begin
with mist
Rises
from the rooster's breath
Sunrise
honored for what its worth, but more-
Cause-
Hey- look!
Crowing at the moon
Bright
in the Solstice sky
Of lightning
bolt dreams
From its
perch
High in
A wild,
Free,
Strong
standing,
Always
green,
Tree.
Someone
opened up their eyes and said:
What?
A rooster poem again?
Another
one faltered, reaching for sky-clouds that no one could see
Trying
to enjoy the beach, and everything else she surveyed, she rolled over in
bed-
Picnicked
at the beach park near the playground
Where
she thought of her children laughing
The
empty womb of her heart,
Heart-
Ouch!
She said- like ET in the movie
Owee!
(Her heart)
Sabotage
is not a real verb
It's
only a noun in sheep's clothing
She
never spoke to her Mother again
After
that fateful day
Roses
and red wine
Scattered
across the desert of her soul
She
stopped being brainwashed that she was dependent on
The
kindness of strangers,
Or
any 12 step programs,
Or
any one,
Or
any electricity,
Or
Any
phones or any homes or any laughter hear it
In
the rain, or any
Dreams,
nor
Any
schemes, or even-
Any
parts, played
In
this drama of life- of
Any
hopes or
Any
dopes that
Believe
you cope by
Having
jobs and cars and houses and
Shiny
new pickup trucks and
Luck
not despair and
Care
not unaware and
Awakeness
when roosters crow
All
over your head oh
Don't
you know
Opening
daylight,
Opening
5,000 years of dreaming,
She
wonders aloud at her
Unusual
predicament.
Upgrade?
MY
life
All
of it?
All
of it?
Invest
in troubled dreams?
ALL
of them?
ALL
of them?
Yes.
Now.
Forever
and now.
Turnkey
business.
Lost
weekend.
Empty
tears.
Showers
at noon.
Nothing
but silence.
Peace
preferring daylight.
Night
is here.
Not
a habit, but a happening.
Not
a sunrise, but, instead,
A
pathetic attempt at
Some
kind of,
Any
kind of,
Dream.
Could
It Be Bad?
(First
draft of what looks like a bluesy-tune)
We
eat
Spaghetti
in bed
And
I swear
He
cares
And
HE helps my head
So
tell me now.
Could
that be baaaadd------------------
I
sit in his mango tree
And
write weird poetry
While
chickens play under me
And
scratch at the dirt
While
the rooster bosses
And
the hens flirt
Hike
up my skirt
And
wrap my limbs
A
round his tree
Feels
good to me
So
tell me now
Could
that be bad?
By the
Full----- moon
We
Do----- spoon!
We-
Drink
strong coffee,
And
watch-
Late
night TV.
He
puts his hand on my knee.
I
giggle with glee.
Now
you tell me-
(Tell
me the truth)
Could
that----- be bad?
Oh,
he is- so strong.
And
I hold him- so long.
Deep
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep-
In-to
The
night!
An-
ow-all hoots,
Yet
makes no sound with his wings!
Nature
it sings,
When
he's in me,
Could
that-be-baaad?
Oh,
We
eat spaghetti in bed,
Sauce
all over our mouths,
Smearing
all over our heads,
And
the spreads,
And
the bed,
Should
we be cooth instead?
Eat
in a proper way?
Like
people do these days?
When
its such a treat-
The
way that we eat-
Could
it be bad?
Could
it be bad?
In
such a long long time
The
best thing that I've had
It just
Cannot
Be bad!
I ate too many
cupcakes for breakfast
My dawn boomed
sensual knowledge- it wasn't meek
Solstice cleansed
itself in the morning, I guess as a preparation
Yet smelling
like animals and sex
Would have
been, really, fine too.
The day screamed,
maybe a little too loudly (though that is judgmental, come to think of
it) that it was NOT hostile
And worse
(more judgmentalness now, yeah?) it screeched it into a cell phone
The recipients
ears ringing (I imagined, sitting satiated)
In a cafe everything
criss-crosses
Society, the
world, whipped cream, crumb-seeking birds,
Everything
yet you can heal everything you can hear
At crossroads.
There's injustice
implied in screaming
Memories of
last nights lovemaking would have softened it
Had it happened
to him............
White chocolate
and whipped cream is something around my wet moist mouth
My
body is content
So its easy
for me to judge the screaming from afar
At the crossroads
Aloof at the
cafe table
Sperm on my
thighs, or the memory recent of the same
Can do that
to my cheeks, roseing them.
Can.
Call-------------
the wind!
Call
the gracious, the forgiving, wind!
Call-------------
the wind
Because
I know the wind quite well
(These
days these days)
Quite
well
(These
days these days these days)
Really
well
(These
days these days these days)
REAL well!
One Foot In Front Of The Other
So
it's one more day in the play
group
One more crazy time
One
more day disenfran chised
Feel
that I have loose
My
grasp
On
The
Line
It's really
time to be done with pleasing everybody.
My life
has turned-
Not like
cream to butter-
But like
a tool on the lathe.
Cutt cutt
cutt sharpen turn.
This has
not been pleasurable.
But it
will be from now on.
I'll insist
on it.
My
God this is so intense the
String
of the challenges with no visible recompense
Is
the offering, somehow, worse than the cure
Is
it possible that I can't take it anymore
Is
the light all oh too bright for my eyes
Skies
leaving tophats
Shapes
of clouds
That
seem rather
Strange
to me.