Stressball: Poem 07/24/2021

Older poem written on the 24, during a friendly but anxious live stream.  

Worry Prophet I 

A constant plague, elusive signals of decay

pester in my lungs. I can't stop prancing to 

prattling chains, singing soliiques to my shackles. 

Something is wong, or about to be, oh

my future readers I longed to make 

a coliseum before the tolling of my bell. 

Ashen lipped, I'll publish in hell. 

  

RIP Joey Jordison: Poem 07/27/2021

Ice Blood 

Makeshift prairie mausoleum, 

venom of the long-hairs taints rain, 

skin on the students colliding &

rehearsing sloughs to the astroturf. 

Clouds darken the cafeteria. 

Electric guitar licks, mimiks 

the slaughterhouses, perpetual 

exaltation of victimhood. Mid

west cracks summer's egg against 

the forehead of the residential areas. 

Mulch melts into the back of my throat. 

I begin to shovel dirt on the bodies. 

Groggy: Poem 07/21/2021

Pillow Nothings 

Bristling against the big sleep, miffed,

afternoon looms tidal, shadowing prior evening,

yonder engagement driftwood found shore. 

After sweating the lurch I huff visions

more readily, lips numb from spanking teeth, 

engraving maps of Patmos, elevated trains

wind one ear and ring the other. 

Grimase cluster along the lake shore, 

I found a library here, nooks galore, 

I remain the only worm in a nest of burrows. 

Spirit Tour: Poem 07/17/2021

Automatic Fragment 

First after waking I shorten my fuse,

fibers taut between my dentures, 

I've got nothing to lose but my temper. 

I host soulless walking tours, pointing

"here precisely is where the city made 

me bitter, I used to have a parchment,

now I have tender, I keep having visions

of blood, ink and spendor..."

Another Tall Poem 07/16/2021

Poem culled from lines scrawled at work; while the top of the building was entangled in clouds. 

I Blame You For Assuming I Control Weather  

Void varnishes the windows - nimbus 

behemoth impregnated, impenetrable 

clam womb of the prairie bay.

A family of public worship licks after

salt in the glass. I feel your absence &

wish to outlive you, memorialize you. 

Mast happy, tempestuous temptations 

render the compass cattywampus. 

I guide the needle, imperial homunculus. 

 

Luck: Poem 07/15/2021

Doom Portrait 

Vitriolic visions sunder the prairie state. 

Laceration harvest, the streets are stained

with southern fruit, 

peach encasing glucose venom, fur coated. 

Suits slip'n'slide to offices, I tinker with their

well being, toy sized

from my tower. I remain a reminder 

of the hellmouth, imploring the spectral

emperor 'round yonder

corner. Peepers blaze a cathedral flame,  

sweet teeth golden,  grand finale rain

clouds the back gullet. 

Let the legend read I died a trumpet.  

Puff: Poem 07/10/2021

Steamboat

I hurl a million watermelons into the roof 

of the skyscraper below. Fruit soothes limbs

bulbous busted across pavement.    

Seeds sprout eyes as the lake water bristles. 

I see a sliver moon, my parrot a harvest,

a cloud clothes the lamp causing the crimson

to vanish. Once under the L the bouquett 

thickens, mustard clouds bursts my bubble. 

My candle blinks around the flamingo corner.  

Scat: Poem 07/09/2021

Someone in the Reddit chat said I should write a poem about "toilet spiders". I was tickled enough to oblige. For my more uptight readers, it should be noted that Arthur Rimbaud (among other decadent poets past and present) employed scatalogical themes in their poems. 

Toilet Spiders  

From the shitter spiders emerge.

Aroma wafts from the mattress,

I've sweated my soul into it,

summer heat turns the stains

to smelling salts. I start to

stealthy scuttling, cat squawking,

Styx perfume beguiles the air. 

I laude the lidless militia, members

multi-wondrous, asses venomous,

fur coating their limbs dangle glucose

dollops. I wallow. Toilet spiders got

their vulgar throttle. 

Lips chapped we chat liberation. 

I'm already greener than March. 

Arachnids retreat. I beat late night

to the punch. I wake to eggs, webbing

a peculiar tongue pattern. Praises 

vileness made flesh, muse maker

unrepentant. 

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Pardon 

Note that black spot yonder? 

That be the end of summer. 

Beads: Poem 07/06/2021

Pausing for Beestings 

Pearls prance into the gutter. Mismatched,

clashing with watchtower's colorless heckles. 

Concrete crests, deified sand peruses 

my trek home. Pitiless comes the train. 

I mean no harm. Calluses copulate with charm. 

Thesaurus jungle flouries atop of the city. I garden. 

Gamer Fuel: Poem O7/05/2021

Clue

Hands cupped in Dickensian sex. Lumber jacks

life from the trees. I tilt my head to best capture 

abittor's pur. Each moment I wait for the bus

is an hour I could have spent flayed, 

photographing wounds and mailing them

to you. Thank your lucky stars Chicago

jigs to it's own drum, our trains stage

their own cues. Tremors gardens in

the form of skyscrapers: 

waves petrified by guilt.   

Zoo: Poem 07/04/2021

Gateway

Refractions on bald legs blur

my sense of propriety. We parked near

federal turf, swerved into libertine bramble, 

"I prefer self flagellation to limp

affirmation."

Perhaps I've placed the mirror too

close to the sun. Lo, how the morning

appears closer than harvest, I've

never split sides like this. 

Something has been lost.

Slappy: Poem 07/02/2021

Pinball Locust

Sandblast erupture blossoms harkens

bloodthirsty ponderings  distracting me

from shade cast by your skin. Fruit 

hulking behind each misstep. 

I harken to no bell. Oil seals

marked bricks. Coatmann's

partition harpoons the lampshade:

I shake debt the shame implicit 

in the coachman's whips,

alert in the graffiti on the pulpit,

obsidian. Wallow the quip,

harness the hiccups, ventriloquist

omnipotent.