There is a monster in my bed and I let him in. I supplied the pillow to rest. His quiet wickedness I don't address. As he fondles my body while I lay still undressed. I don’t reciprocate his love or affection and he won’t allow me to stop it or reject it. That must be his thrill. Just begging for me to pet it. Like a dog. I like dogs. They don’t force me to love them. They just are. He has a darkness beneath the face, beyond the freckles and scars. He stays inside until he thinks you bought the bit that he is a chivalrous guy, but he has secrets to hide. As sweet and willing as he seems he is holding two sharp blades to your carotid artery. In plain sight but you choose not to see. You let the darkness in because a part of you believes you too are a dark fruit fallen from the forbidden tree. Another lying message you allowed your brain to receive. You are more than an object of affection, you are deserving. Sometimes we have to burn it all down to start anew. A cleansing of the medial prefrontal cortex erasing desires previously initiated for a few as I currently have a monster in my bed and I am the one who invited him in.
In the same month,
my husband had
two close encounters
with death.
First, a stray bullet
that landed a few inches
from where he was.
What are the odds!
Then a week later,
He had a small stroke.
It forces him to undergo
a carotid artery surgery.
Waiting for the surgery,
made us a bit anxious.
It was a good sign, to know
he had escaped death weeks before.
A period of profound teachings.
Trusting in “God-Universe”
Made the whole process easier.
We went with the flow.
He is recuperating now.
We are humbler.
Appreciate each other more.
Grateful with doctors,
nurses, family,
life in general...
Death was near.
Offering us another perspective.
The adventure of being alive.
Life never ceases to amaze us.
wonderful fimagery
a fibulation of truth
a frenetic shark-tooth
puncturing the carotid
artery, artistically
fandom of fibs
will coddle your desperation,
lean into your fabulous
collection of fables, fry
the fish according to recipe
mendacious media robots
move their mechanical jaws
plainly stating the news -
the words they choose
according to choice list
listless and yawning
it’s never dawning on them
that the puppet master
controls the strings
of jaws, eyelids and
applause
plausible lies
they’re after
laughter in the rafters
hell’s forever after
8/15/2022
Exodus 20:16, 23:1; Matthew 15:19; Revelation 21:8
Miracles of modern medicine disguise mysteries
I have seen incredible advancement over years,
Hospital stays are not extended following surgeries
Success and survival statistics now allay most fears.
Doctors are up on the latest surgical technology
Focusing on their particular specialties as experts,
I could not begin to understand first year biology
I’m just so happy when they can cure my hurts!
My vascular surgeon, born and raised in Lebanon,
Is tops in his field and has the most advanced skills,
When it comes to bedside manner, he’s a paragon
And he’s never even added to my routine more pills!
With carotid surgery, I thought I’d be laid up a week
That’s how long it took many years ago for the same
I was kept only overnight, it seemed merely a tweak
But I’m still having trouble pronouncing his name.
Written June 22, 2022
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
Varligimd Basin,
You're always there,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You are my creator,
My life,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
Hear, see,
You're always with me,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You are my Lord,
You holderfiscal,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You're my eye,
You Söyletenim,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You created,
You're equipped,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
You've graciously,
You have tables,
From my carotid
You're closer.
I'll remember,
I can not forget,
Everything resembles Sen,
Fool with love,
From my carotid
You're closer.
Birdman Father Yunus Kokan
Watching the Sun breach the horizon through bloodshot eyes.
Heart galloping; mind swelling. I can hear the drums beating.
Another War is coming.
Teeth grind against the storm.
Fingers against the carotid tremble
losing track of time; volatile blood
inside of a breathing mortar shell.
It’s getting warm inside this jacket.
But, I pull it ‘round. Closer.
Craving to be close to- something.
Before I’m shot off into the sky.
Spread into ashes.
Remembered only for the detonation.
-James Kelley 2019
Sitting in an abandoned house,
holding a letter and a ring
Scarlet words of separation
silently speak of deep hurtful things
Lifting cloudy-eyed me from a cold bed,
looking thru a storm window of dawn dread
I hunger for a lost love
that won’t be returned
Got frozen feelings
heating
in an emotional microwave
Eat my plate of hollow pride,
swallow my cup of empty right
When the daytime is gone,
you won’t be here with me tonight
I’ll be all alone ...
crying for you in the dark,
so all alone
Pulmonary pain,
ebony tears flowing blue
Your parted love
has severed my heart in two
I got such pulmonary pain,
carotid tears spurting blue
Your leaving pierced my heart,
taking my joy for living out the door with you
Tell me, baby,
what am I now to do?
Your love bullet
to the heart went straight thru
And my soul is bleeding more blue
This pulmonary pain
is pumping shock faster ...
every minute I’m without you
Pulmonary pain,
ebony tears flowing blue
Your departed love
has broken my heart in two
I try to forget the NIGHTMARE that left me in pain,
All Hollow’s Eve made me m a n i c and insane-
My life was at ease now full of fear and DISDAIN,
and in this cave of v a m p i r e s I must remain.
This story of HORROR I can no longer contain,
Dracula sank his teeth and my b l o o d he did drain-
Now I am a ZOMBIE with no oxygen to my brain,
leaving on my torn clothes a crimson bloodstain.
A s l a s h on my carotid artery and a puncture in my vein,
now I am left to die, for I have been DEATHLY s l a i n.
BOO Contest
October 18, 2017
It's Allhallows Eve; and my alter ego makes me insane,
Tonight; the Devil incites me to kill once again.
Lurking in shadows, cloaked in darkness i reign,
In unlit back alleys, bleak foreboding terrain.,
Enraptured as death lingers on, in physical pain,
Wild frenzied struggles, and stifled screams are in vain.
As my razor sharp knife quickly severs, each carotid vein,
Spraying fresh blood feeds my lust, it's the mark of Cain.
Without absolution, the Devil's slave i remain,
While the Grim Reaper tempts souls, of innocents slain.
10/ 15/ 2017.
Drowned by the fears of being criticized
Pulled in the earth's inner core
Tied with the mighty chain
Unto the rock unbroken by the mightiest power
Cyanotic, hematoma: they're the foreign objects
That dared to enter my eyes
Forcing these salty liquid out
Forming these nightmares even at daybright
I used to hate isolation, I used to love socialization
But what can i do? your sword had reached my sterile heart
Sword full of microbes infecting every tissue of my very treasure
The only treasure descended from my roots
I now congratulate you! you won!
Now the fight's between you and you alone
You leave me cutting my carotid artery,
Now I leave you deal with your greatest enemy: your Conscience
You've left me all by myself,
With no one and with my mind obsessing,
From hearing your irrational excuses.
You unraveled my dignity,
Shredded it in the bin,
I know you will remember me,
-as your constant struggle.
I tried my best, as best as I could,
You reminded once again,
Questions from misguided accusations.
Honest as I was, I will always be remembered,
-as your constant struggle.
Do you really believe I could destroy you?
I almost died when you said we were through.
My heart stopped beating,
My carotid artery started bleeding,
And after all that we've been through,
You will always see me,
-as your constant struggle.
Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
Thy Mother? In madness, she did succeed
Over thy sweet heart her words stampede
Instilled insecurity, hate will blindly breed
Oh Marcius, my Liege
In Corioles walls, all by thee secede
A pack of cowards thee most kindly mislead
And yet their Savior they pay no heed
Oh Marcius, my Liege
People are fickle, yes indeed
Shall we anoint a scapegoat for their greed?
Roman savior, yet enemy decreed
Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
From Volsci hands you have them freed
They think not twice of severing the hand that will feed
Plant thy vengeance with rival's seed
And with this most loathsome deed
Thee brewed thy own carotid mead
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Going Shakespearanish. I wrote a poem about Coriolanus a while back,
but it was free verse and I wanted to change it up a notch.
Air Force One has crashed into Manhattan.
To get the president out, it takes a special man.
For success in this task, there is quite a bit of doubt.
Once I go in this place, I should not come out.
The whole island is a maximum security prison.
I get a full pardon if I succeed in this mission.
The police have saddled me with some heavy loads.
There are twenty-four hours before this bomb explodes
This microscopic explosive is in my carotid artery.
The Duke of New York holds the president in captivity.
He has already lost a finger to the Duke's untamed savagery.
For help, I have Brain and his girl Maggie.
Another inmate helping me is someone known as “Cabbie”.
There is something else important that I must get.
Secrets of nuclear fusion are recorded on a cassette.
I have to get this and the president to safety.
I hope the president likes to listen to “Bandstand Boogie”.
Based on the 1981 film "Escape From New York"
Poets are real vampires.
They will sink their fangs in your carotid artery
If you don't buy their chapbooks;
Poets are real vampires.
They will suck your fresh tomato juice
If you don't listen to their readings;
Poets are real vampires.
They will head butt you with their horns
If you steal their poems.
Poets are......
Suicide skeins slick scarred black leather,
bucket seat brains link rust mangled chains,
power-chord blood spattered buzz-saw stains;
catwalk drains Christ dust bled religion,
collision ghost trains, twisted carnage contains
Lucifer’s wings wrapping rotting remains.
Homicide crows wearing sleeves of death metal,
lavender flows cut carotid tied bows,
sub-woofer screams dripping petals of rose;
white wolfish jaws whined sonic corruption,
blind vision arose, faulty monitor snows
onto hellfire graves where the live decompose.
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