Zack and I are doing a poemoff again. The rules are the same as before. The basic rule is that I will use a line from Zack's most recently written contest poem to title my poem. I'm too lazy to copy the complete rules here, but if you are interested, click my links for Zack's poems. I will link to each poem that I am responding to (and they will probably be good poems, so you should go read them).
Time is the womb of the hour.
each second
in a matrix moment
stretched thin in a superstraight filiment
of sadness
to clothe and
protect you,
your mother cooed
over your bedside
and yet could not
release you
from this pain
of seconds passed
too soon
you are a warmredsack
i am a knife
cutting and stabbing
and looking for
release
The title of this poem is from "IF YOU THINK YOUR TEEN MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN AUTOEROTIC ASPHYXIATION, WE URGE YOU TO TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT" by Graham Foust.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
undressing her (with your eyes)
undressing her (with your eyes)
you exhale smoke like it's blood
spraying machinegunassult
across the room.
i've got your blood
under my fingernails.
i try to claw it off my skin
because day old secrets stain soon.
your smile is death,
a vomit smeared mirror
of tomorrows only dreamed,
and then tossed aside like dirty panties.
you smile and say
"everything's gonna be alright"
but it's a curse not a blessing.
superheroes never save the ones they love
because love is a shattered champagne flute
rubbed in shallow wounds.
superheroes can never run away
from glares that follow too long
and secrets they're burning to tell.
you exhale smoke like it's blood
spraying machinegunassult
across the room.
i've got your blood
under my fingernails.
i try to claw it off my skin
because day old secrets stain soon.
your smile is death,
a vomit smeared mirror
of tomorrows only dreamed,
and then tossed aside like dirty panties.
you smile and say
"everything's gonna be alright"
but it's a curse not a blessing.
superheroes never save the ones they love
because love is a shattered champagne flute
rubbed in shallow wounds.
superheroes can never run away
from glares that follow too long
and secrets they're burning to tell.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
under the whether?
under the whether?
please do not say goodbye until the moon sets
i want to walk with you
take in the night through my pores
the lakeshore aches
because the waves miss the shore
winter comes too soon
and frozen water cracks underfoot
but still i can make snow angels
in the dust
remember secrets that you never told
and whisper them to the stars
please do not say goodbye until the moon sets
i want to walk with you
take in the night through my pores
the lakeshore aches
because the waves miss the shore
winter comes too soon
and frozen water cracks underfoot
but still i can make snow angels
in the dust
remember secrets that you never told
and whisper them to the stars
Monday, November 13, 2006
if only...
if only...
i trace
grime slicked
bathroom walls
with my fingers
gently tapping,
loving,
like they would
my womb--
insignificant
imaginary
child housed within.
i trace
grime slicked
bathroom walls
with my fingers
gently tapping,
loving,
like they would
my womb--
insignificant
imaginary
child housed within.
