Miles past the nightstand
over the plastic water bottle.
the Ambien pill dispenser
and the soul-bruised eye shades,
an arrhythmic clock
ticks like a bombed-out tank.
Of course there is the lampshade
(that lighthouse for the luminescent krill
of submerged consciousness)
that seems attached to my skin
whenever body parts want to cut ties
with a mattresses concave reality.
Secreted like a drugged shark
in the shallow recesses of a snaring drawer
a snubby barrel with six mad prayers
snugs up against a snoring bible.
The raven iridescence
of night-cats prowl a life leaking bed;
occasionally they look up
their eyes shining
as they search for an alien presence.
On its four arthritic legs the nightstand
watches;
its tour of duty still patrolling a far off
conflict of doubt and faith.
Time to turn over the hull of being,
upright any surface
with a legibly printed label,
then haul that address back in
from the far side of an arm’s reach.
Time to shuck whatever shell
still rolls unopened in the surf
of the tossed and blanketed.
Categories:
legibly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
spoiled t-rump
...given $100mill at age 19...
bought his whole life
...but can hardly speak legibly...
so his diction'air'ease and the'sour'asst fart'is
...give meanings to things he says...
in his social inter-predations
...he is saying nothing uncommon...
but his words can simply be read two ways
...nothing specific though full of emotion...
or that of an unconcerned self-centered power and money hungry child
stan sand
Categories:
legibly, abuse, anger, child, vanity,
Form: Free verse
i.....
don't know.....
man oh man.....
why does it ake.....
friggin crappolla now a mistake.....
nuthin aches it all just takes.....
nuthin so that means talk about whatever!?.....
anything from something to nothing and that is.....
all that's left on the how to do page.....
so now it's time to creatively shut down the memory.....
andt....
fly by.....
instinct of words.....
sounds and spellings played.....
to think and feel a.....
music called poetry of times being.....
something that is legibly of conscious perceptions....
that is not solipsism but a deeper view.....
in which a being of self constants means relativity.....
shapes the world not solipsistic composers not learning by ear......
stan sand (piled : )
Categories:
legibly, absence, music, words,
Form: Free verse
I have a paper heart
It's easily broken
Yet strong enough to love a cheat like you
I made it for cheaters
Those of whom they love with a greater hate
And those of whom they love with only their heads
love me love me!
love me love me!
love me with a love greater than love
pour it upon my paper heart
put it all in words
write it upon my heart
write your love between the lines
make it bold
Write legibly
Where is the strength of your love'
Is that all you've got?
I'm loving this love of yours
where is the heart behind your love?
Oh! your's is fireproofed.
Categories:
legibly, adventure, recovery from..., me,
Form: I do not know?
Today I bought myself a treat,
A beautiful pen, it's awfully neat.
I write my poetry out in ink
With lovely penmanship....so I think.
Pens are something I am finicky about.
They must not blot or skip...or I'll pout.
If I find one that is really good
I buy several...as anyone would.
I am now on my fifth journal of prose
All written by hand...legibly I suppose.
So my newest pen seems like it's a good one.
For it looks just lovely when I'm done.
Categories:
legibly, on writing and words
Form: Couplet