Best Tourniquets Poems

Your seawater stirs in me where fire balances high on oil
You clasp my candlefire, wick's motioning coil — 

A sweating kind of missing
A burned open kissing

The glass shared between us two
Flames in our faces as we move

To the synchrony past
Our dressing these masks

These temperatures rising...

Continue reading...

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimic Barbies browse media monkey banalities

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams delineate check cash desires

Echo endophfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivolities

Gonadal grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorrhoids hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate postpartum...

Continue reading...

6 a.m.
 
I saw your pain compressed in
Tourniquets and plungers.
Memories condensed to tears.
Cooling your hand holding bottles.
Dripping in puddles that flowed,
With white wind down glass tubes.
 
When you pressed for it,
I asked you;
Why you wanted too
So badly –
Maybe you did not hear me.
 
Then I...

Continue reading...

Unfettered passions congeal with confusion
each night as in darkness, my mind's journey roams
depths of desire, deviant and untrusting
leaving me despair.

Twisting tourniquets ever-tightening grip
as urges of fantasy relieve torment
in tranquil pools of obsession, life falters
yet intensely grows.

Weeping rivers cast onto downy cushions
meet their demise in sonant...

Continue reading...

The room is an object in its entirety.
Singular in form and mind,
and multiple in purpose and pleasure.
It is a secret capsule.
Though it was once adorned with bright reds and greens and plated golds
that climbed up the walls like vines of calligraphy clambering towards colored swatches...

Continue reading...

The fog of war
is lingering long on 
these golden amber grain shores

In the bar,
in the synagogue

Count the missing fingers
in the high school cafeteria tomb
Tally the tiny toe tags
in the elementary home room

Feel another barrel blast
of rage eject empty
When the smoke clears,
wait nervously
for the next automatic...

Continue reading...

Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Coagulation

Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.

Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters of millstones 
For ruminating relics to follow,
Thin images of wispy...

Continue reading...

He would beat her up for the last time
It wouldn’t be hard to provoke him
The usual wrong word did it most days

Why do you make me do this
What is wrong with you
Forgive me

She would enjoy this one
The very last one

Bought you flowers
You know I love...

Continue reading...

It wasn't difficult 
to learn the history
of you, 
to wipe away the 
foreign imprints 
of other souls, 
and misplaced fingertips
on the geography 
of your body.
The hard part was 
allowing my hands 
to fall, 
learning to
unweave my fingers
from yours,
and stop the awful
ticking
seconds
of remembering
you.
I managed to walk...

Continue reading...

You bring the razor blades
I’ll bring the tourniquets
We can slice our skin in midnight’s moonlight 
And unify our wounds so they bleed in the same river
But we won’t die 
No, not tonight.
Tonight, we’re nothing but a pair of dirty kids
Cutters with satanic minds
And ice encrusted...

Continue reading...

Blink
Blink 
Blink

Florescent lights
Rolling past above
Chaos around
Just a blur from her eyes
In focus the faces
Coming close
Flashlight checking
For what?

She hopes 

Blink 
Blink
Blink

Green scrubs
Pale faces
Red tainted White gloves
Working quickly
Will they rise victorious above?

Staring up
Into bright light
Last scream echoing
Through her mind
"She's coding!"
Darkness surrounds


Blinking gone
Black swirling to white
Given up on...

Continue reading...

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allan Poe


The crowd approached the lens of the mega camera. Its gnawing rose up in the smoke of 5,438 cigarettes encircled in the density of that afternoon. Moisture brought a stench of copper and old gold...

Continue reading...

A chill wind bites coyly at exposed necks,
not yet draped in tourniquets of wool.
A wrapping of white, buries ribbons of asphalt.
The ways fills with metallic horsepower.
Goblets of slush like spittle fall, splat,
upon once virginal snowfields.
The rape of Winter had begun.

Rutting like rabid beasts in heat,
...

Continue reading...

Rolling along like a stumbling tumbleweed,
Programmed youth respond like robots.
Social norms are tightening tourniquets,
Restricting the flux of creative flow.

Wiggle room is considered a luxury.
Churches corral and prod like cattle.
Spoon-fed youth shackled to fantasy
Are taught to rebuke science as fraud.

Rebellion begins with autonomous thought.
Logic tramples faith...

Continue reading...

Unrequited

Sam VanHook 

How could you possibly think to love that which you do not understand?
Among the multitude of stars that shine in your midst
You, of all people, stare unrelenting at that star that's farthest away, yet to you it shines the brightest; a false deity.

Shameless…

Fires...

Continue reading...