Monthly Archives: October 2012

this poem is so good that it freaks me out!
words that become liquid mental visuals!

josephmonk - writer

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lie low beneath what was and might have been
promises and trodden feet
grief crawling spent and speckled with relief

what’s wrong is gone
what fled the air has stilled and left the ground

if something breaks, just think of me
if silence shoots you sideways bring your tears for me to see

if minutes break your face into a million fears
just look into the shards and see me here

when you feel slight, corrupt with blight and every bone is sorrow
come blind to me, unlace yourself of trouble

put out the light, relax your sight, numb into this bubble

fall no further with thoughts groaned green
I’ll see you to your feet, sponge your darkness clean

I’ll not be unkind, I’ll place my hands behind your spine
I’ll not be trite nor taste a moment’s spite

what’s wrong will make you strong
what’s…

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UPPERS DOWNERS AND UNGODLY ALL-AROUNDERS

POETRY CANNOT TOUCH THE GHOST

AIMING IN VAIN TOWARD THE SKY

ADOLESCENT BOY DRAINED

WORDS FULL OF WORMS

REWARD CURIOSITY

TAKE A PILL 

IN HER CRAYON BOX

 

POET GIRL QUIETLY INTERIORIZED LIKE A GHOST

BINOCULARS PULLED HER IN TO THE BRINK OF DECENCY

LONG GONE HE STOOD BEHIND HER ACKNOWLEDGED OR NOT

TRANSCENDED AND EXALTED TO THE POINT OF NEAR DIVINITY

THE STRANGE PASSION THEY HAD SHARED WAS NEVER ORDINARY

HE WAS THE DRAMATIC ELEMENT IN HER YEARLY AUTUMN

THE TRUE MEANING OF POETIC TERRESTRIAL EXISTENCE

IN HER CRAYON BOX HE WAS VIBRANT UNBREAKBLE GOLD

TIME DOES NOT ERASE THE SMELL OF OTHER WOMEN

 

POEM ADDRESSEE A SIMPLE GHOST SHADOW

PEELED BONE FLOWERS ON DAINTY COTTON

HAND DRAWN CRAYON AUTUMN ROMANCE

EACH LOVER  AN EXPERIENCED GYNECOLOGIST

ADJUSTING STRAPS AND STIRRUPS AND ATTITUDES

TIME DOES NOT ERASE THE SMELL OF OTHER WOMEN

OVERSIZED CRANIUMS FULL OF SEEDLESS MELON MUSH

 

ARE GHOSTS PROUD OF THEIR NAKED OPTIMISM ?

PICTORIAL HYGIENE THE ANGRY BED STANDING UPRIGHT

POETS ON THE FLOOR FINGERING BACKPOCKET SKUNKS

ATHLETIC SLEEP WITH BENDABLE ALPHABET LEGS

TORTURED UNSAIDS LICKING SEX SKINSIDE OUT

OVERSIZED CRANIUMS FULL OF SEEDLESS MELON MUSH

THE STENCH MAKES ONE QUESTION THE HOLE

 

CHALK DUST FROM THE GHOST COUGH

THE ODD ONES ARE STUDYING BLANK LUNGS

WHAT THEY WANT WILL BE DONE

A NAVIGATOR WITH A HEALTHY BALL SAC

HE WILL BE THE BIG PROUD TUBE DADDY

HYPNOTIZED WOMEN WITH FETUSES

TINY LITTLE EMBRYOS CURLED UP

COLORFULLY ATTACHED TO THEIR TUMMIES

ORGANIC CORDS BLUE ASLEEP HUMMING

A STRANGE JELLY KEEPS THEM MOIST

THE STENCH MAKES ONE QUESTION THE HOLE

NO LONGER A PARTICIPANT JUST A PUSH TOY

 

MISTER GHOST DRAINED OF ALL EXISTENCE

FAMILY MEMBERS DABBING HIS PRIVATE LEAK

RESTLESS CHILDREN PLAYING SPEED-BUMP

FLOODLIGHTS ON COMPROMISE HIDDEN KNIFE

BEACH TOWEL FOR THE MOISTENINGS

PAINED FROM THE REPTILIAN BROTHER

SLEEPING IN CAUTION DREAMS OF RIDDLES

NO LONGER A PARTICIPANT JUST A PUSH TOY

 

 

NAME YOUR BEDROOM SOUP YOU SAY FLEA POOP AND STARCH

 

LICK THE SPOON AND TASTE THE EMPTINESS OF THE GHOST WORLD

SHINY BUT NOT GOLD YOUR UNDERWEAR YELLOWED

CHAOTIC THINGS LOOK BACK SOUVENIRS AND PROTUBERANCES

GIRLY THINGS HAVE JUST TURNED INTO THINGS

GEOGRAPHICALLY RIGID YOUR EROTIC FLAG SEEMS PAINED

NAME YOUR BEDROOM SOUP YOU SAY FLEA POOP AND STARCH

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