Best Ingested Poems

Some people wind up with twisted knickers
When they get insulted by nitpickers
Words are sticks and stones
Causing moans and groans
When they hear heckling whispers and snickers

Women used to call knickers 'underpants'
They'd get them twisted with tauntings and rants
Causing quite a rage
No matter their age
As if their...

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The Nectars of Love

Let your love fall, that I may wallow 
Let your tears drip of inner essence
Entranced by the nectar I swallow
As I engulf and taste your presence
***
Let your beating heart keep company
The emptiness that entraps my being
I’m a string vibrating in your symphony
Forever...

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12/21/19


Not going to pretend it
I've been feeling rejected
And disrespected
Nothing I said and did
Was effective
Time I take a sedative
Or maybe 10 of them

Was fine one minute then out the next second
THC, pharmaceuticals and alcohol ingested
For the pain, but it doesn't end it
Until it all really sets...

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The memory still lingers,
Of the times, we ingested this scenery.
The solace of the water 
Brushing the distant horizon.
Reminds me of the time,
I spent with you...laughing and crying.

Beneath the sun and moon,
Where the canvas sky painted,
Many inspiring sunsets,
In a sequential series of beauty.

This place still touches...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art of deleting, but hovering, still, holding off

the finger, 
of the...

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When I was a young child I studied ants 
I loved their formation on ground and plants.
Like tiny soldiers lined, disciplined well,
They worked hard all day, from what I could tell.

Their strength was awesome, things they could carry,
Never wasting time, all day they'd tarry.
One time...

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"The Hummingbird Cake"




The day started bright -

Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of 
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against 
Electric Blue 
crackling along her lips
like Lightening

Sizzled on...

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Way down yonder, beyond the barn,
In that soggy, muddy old bog,
In a small and crowded, murky pool,
Lived gloomy Tad, the pollywog.  
                      ...

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If these four walls could talk they would say..
I'm so sorry that I'm driving you crazy today
there's so much on my chest, I've much to convey
And no one will believe you if you repeat this any way

Leaving is futile, I've locked the door
Stop screaming and...

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The house down the street is under wraps
With hazard suits milling in its flaps

The one with the garden most luscious
Now being trampled beneath all the ruckus

The lady with the green thumb it's suggested
Has been by her Venus Fly Trap ingested




17.10.17

Composed for Kevin Shaw's
"Daft and Surreal"...

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You're eager to challenge fate;
with lies disguised as the truth.
And you shield yourself from hate
with the innocence of youth.

Tattoos display anger's mark;
inked with a defiant tear.
And blood badges, crude and stark,
pictograph, a life of fear.

Feelings memories impart
make you want to run and hide.
For deep in...

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A stuffy nose leads to runny nose, frozen toes and thick as jelly mucus
sitting in your chest not allowing you to rest, mucus really sucks because there is nothing you can do but suck on lozenges and say aw nuts - 
sitting on the couch...

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Bathing in the Nectars of Love

Let your love fall now that I may wallow
Let the tears drip of your inner essence
Entranced by the nectar that I swallow
As I may engulf and taste your presence

Let your beating heart keep me company
The emptiness that entraps my being
A...

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Morning glowed, Phillip.
A purple fire burned beacon bright
against the stinging stench of napalm.

A thick thistle - two feet from your head,
wordless in speech, watched 
with dark misfortune
curving letters of prayer 
above your bleeding valor.

A crumpled martyr lying there,
innocent as a schoolboy
amidst the blare of gunfire...

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"Overcoming misleading [economic and political] metaphors
that are physically [naturally, ecosystemically, phylogenically] in [and of] 
your [ecological-organic embodied] brain
is never easy."
            George Lakoff, The Political Mind, p. 47

Unless, as Bucky Fulller so synergetically and consiliently,
Yang-confidently...

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