Make me sit here
And read my old poetry
Till my teeth fall from
Cracking over insults?
Bite my tongue at this.
Two fold -
First - it's simply bad,
Second - I don't want to
Relive those memories.
Insignificant Questions by monsuerlaclauddebut, literature
Literature
Insignificant Questions
What could you say
To your neighbor that
Would make anything
In your closet more
Worthy than the sales
Tag stamped by the 'finally'
Pleaded in court,
Where one person lies
Against the fought -
And you know that
There is a writer mistaken
Over words?
What makes you think
You can reconstruct
Our conversation over
Coffee - while people
Fall in background hushed
Tones and morning lines
Cease into crème colored
Office paper to the dull
Insignificant roar of the
Second floor beast who
Spits uncontrollably the
The wired words you
Sent nobody?
What makes you
Think you can know the
Words I trace over your
Body when
Daaren and Graham and Co. by monsuerlaclauddebut, literature
Literature
Daaren and Graham and Co.
Rewritten on the back of my hand
Is the word love, no doves, it's faded
having left a mark on my forehead
After last nights awkward
Desk-slept-position, but drunk when
I wrote it I thought not to recognize
The unattractive scrawl, and the whiskey
Smell in the wood, flooded from my flask
Leaning against the picture I took last
Spring (golfing partners and VP positions),
Doubtful of intent I let Mary the nice prostitute
Spend the night, leading to my eventual
expulsion from my position at
Daaren & Graham & Co.
Having Children by monsuerlaclauddebut, literature
Literature
Having Children
I'm not anyone anymore.
I thought there was a way when the black nightgown came off
but she just slapped me and walked out.
Nude stark
like a canvas
I watched disappear.
My walls hung empty without her filling them.
She was just as empty.
the ways she spoke -
how she spoke to kids-
how she told me when she hated me.
Her figure was not unlike a ghost that night,
my back porch door was not use to the treatment.
She slammed the door with her exhausted anger.
I only stared in dishonest guilt.
I thought about my tongue on her.
I thought about every piece of jewelry.
I imagined her wearing them.
Nipples adorned like a Sun
Pissed with the people
Lost in the tongue
- cross tied lovers on
A bench. She's folded in
A striped black lacquer that
Stifles
At the neck where it trims
Across her neck, 'defining' her like a picture in
postcard
The fabric breaking into
Her neck creasing the perfect line.
The man across is equally
As fixed with a pleated grey
Suit that beckons to
The 60s with an ere of unfortunate
Regret.
You know the old gentleman looking a
At the photo misses her.
The grass beneath is a ubiquitous
Pool of flickered little green tea leaves
Just perfect as it is.
The wind breathes
Picking up her quaint
Waistline dress
It flow
I bit you in Two by monsuerlaclauddebut, literature
Literature
I bit you in Two
It isn't clear why I do
As I do. Morning meant nothing -
Nor does the tangerine sheen
Of the crimson bulbous sun.
It sinks fat and heavy weighted
Beneath the ocean. Lying like the
Belly of the beast. Its flame burnt
Blue - in the cauldron green
Under the gleaming gleams crystal wear
Sea. ( A chandelier decorated by a
Thousand calling Sea Gulls screams.)
For not too far off Nantucket, I bid you
My love and I bit you in two. I ate the
first half that night - when my silver
eye'd eyes caught your glare. Like
a slice to the throat and I licked it well.
I'm saving the other half though,
For a shady day when the eagle sun s
In an otherwise perfect world
there are
Unhappy endings.
There are those which
Bleed
and those which
Ferment.
Gardner's know to the set the seeds in
Late by fear of
drought
(for the celestial waters of heaven
Are often not deserved by the earth).
There is;
Paper from the bark of trees
That stack six times higher than
the year before . . .
. . . Many of them documents of
divorce.
The misplaced things
your best friend once gave you
Hang tacked to your shoulder
- How you beg of it to shut up.
(To think it's under your bed this whole time).
But the earth isn't perfect,
It's only perfectly round.
A wimpled
water-struck sea,
Waves which wear
And tear
My thoughts.
From me.
And Christmas set
like stones
abroad,
where the thoughts
can quiver. . .
highland yodelers
carols carry
And the thoughts carol.
It seems like only yesterday one of the greatest friends I ever had was saying, "I made a DeviantArt account for my birthday - will you please make one too". So, in taking her great advice - I did.
I went through many interesting phases on DeviantArt, and of all the websites in my high school life that I committed any time to - This one was by far the most rewarding. On here I met really interesting people and developed relationships that transcended into the physical world. I felt included in a community that truly enjoyed displaying its art for all to see. Even as I grew up and matured I decided to keep my bad username. It had become a tra
It seems like only yesterday one of the greatest friends I ever had was saying, "I made a DeviantArt account for my birthday - will you please make one too". So, in taking her great advice - I did.
I went through many interesting phases on DeviantArt, and of all the websites in my high school life that I committed any time to - This one was by far the most rewarding. On here I met really interesting people and developed relationships that transcended into the physical world. I felt included in a community that truly enjoyed displaying its art for all to see. Even as I grew up and matured I decided to keep my bad username. It had become a tra
Well I had a good Christmas. It was small and simple (just the immediate family). We didn't have a big present exchange but that's not what Christmas is about. It was nice to see my family, and see everyone in Christmas spirits.
Last year I didn't really spend Christmas with my family, I spent it with a friend of mine.
Well with the New Year around the corner it's time for New Years resolutions. It was a 'bitter-sweet' year. I've learned a lot from very wise people. I've been lucky enough to share some of myself with some really great friends. I've lost some great friends too. I'm hoping 2011 will bring together some of the people I've lost