Long Dilating Poems

Have you ever found yourself stranded in the tract
between what you think is fiction and what you think is fact?
And whipped so hard with the bible belt, your minds a welt of doubt
throbbing in confusion...

Read More

fertilization upon ovule 
   via spermatozoa automatically 
   gearing linkedin anticipated birth 
especially upon confirmation conception 
   did sex seed 
   after numerous attempts dispelled dearth

as probable...

Read More

Winds hustling pass the speed limit. 
Trees whispering gossip; 
obviously a scandalous myth. 

She stares up into the copper brown walls. 
Resting, but not relaxing, in a bed of straws. 
Her long golden hair nesting...

Read More

Chance / Change 

Chance, that translucent shadow that creates change.
Change opened doors, opened windows outwards
into the deep, dark, recesses of inner space – 
space, the dialectic – dilating the synapse –
giving birth to the possibility...

Read More

Rivers of bluesy-greyscale river 
flow through her understoried gaze,
sometimes too turbulent,
occasionally too still,
even for her Elder memory stream
with sluggish circulating economy
surrounded by surface-molding
way overly-competitive political
bicameral imbalance and equivocation,
or some days it just feels that way...

Read More

amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough
frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo
hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row

biological status quo
kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro
naturally physically rumbling, 
   heard all the way in Oslo

   supposedly twerking,...

Read More

She slipped into the single’s club, 
where an assortment 
of horny guys and lonely hearts had assembled. 
Some were there hoping to find that "special" someone 
and some had come to chase away the blues,
...

Read More

Go ahead!
Break me wide open 
spread me out thin
Thin...as the dough beneath the well dusted rolling pin

Slender my edges and refine my rounded shape
push me away from you with each forceful roll
extend me 
in our...

Read More

The fly
          buzzes
              over my bed
Spawns 
      ...

Read More

The ants and the beetles were all celebrating
As I wed the spider that I had been dating
And soon sixteen legs would be consolidating
I could say eighteen but that’s exaggerating

But all of a sudden the ground...

Read More

Though A Destitute Alteh Kocker...

(albeit boyish), I tell myself with pride
always look on the bright toothless side
of life, this nonconformist tried
his darnedest with
threadbare trappings to abide

despite bristling, harumphing,
and lamenting luckless life,
while woe didst ride
shotgun squeezing...

Read More

Dear members of Poetry Soup, here I present my most awesome poem to date. 
It is best appreciated while listening to my mate Andy's recital. 
So please open-
http://www.andyevansfiction.com/interviews/andy-reads-a-poem-called.html 
and read along.
Here goes:

DOUBTS

When the sanctuary
Of sunlight...

Read More

- a solo nijuin renku -

English version by Liviu Martinescu

the first butterfly
erupting crater
or sap at work in the grove

           a mountain sprig on fire
 ...

Read More

I stoked every fire echoing into the mouth of arthritis?
A rhyming balm develops epileptic quasar fear?
If so, will he enter arbitration “Sold Out”?
Sleep wills She to cocoon beside you, Artemis?
Resplendent fallow flowers ecstasy coriander?
Do we...

Read More

Lifted lightly from familiarity
Sleep's gesture caresses cells
Taken to nearby bewilderment
Where stagnancy busily dwells

Liquid lambent shooting star forms fragment
Vapid vexations vanquished in fantasy's fire
Mist masked span transcends measurement
Vision's fusion surpasses language quagmire 

Imprisoned waking cognition 
held...

Read More

I bow down before the break of day...
 
Where the feeling of melancholy apprehension
fades by the emblazoning and dilating skies
Yet the stillness behold a sensation
even amid the hues and cries.
 
I concieve of a deity...

Read More

Post Mortem

  Did you hear them sing dirge:
  When the world comes crashing down on me,
  Did you hear those voices across the divide?
  A cacophony of tormented brain
  All...

Read More

Dilating, as they darken,
Nothing but hatred, abhorrence, and jealousy
Surround these dark black pupils,

Contemplating, staring, glaring,
As the crimson jealousy burns within them,
As if they were two comets submerged with fire,

Left right, left and right…
They shift with...

Read More

like a breath of fresh air
my eyes fixated as she rushed on by
like an angel put here just for me

my shyness a weakness
an opportunity left behind in her wake
a ticket to stand in her presence

her...

Read More

Whenever I pass by the mirror
I wish they could see beyond the 
Chemical reactions of optical 
Illusions, reversing all images
Back and forwards
Mazes through technical spins

Behind the Sharp Turns

There is something unexpected
Out of corners of corneas
Pupils...

Read More

That I came back to live 
in the region both 
my parents died into 
that I will die into 
if I have nothing else 
I have this and 
it's not morbid 
to think this way...

Read More

Initialising silhouettes submit to midwinter dawn
Beginning willingly to swallow colour of choices
Fledgelings' flamboyant campaigns display oblivion

Audacious adolescents distribute chafing thoughts
Attach entire esteem to securing peer approval
Frivolous get transfixed in youth's lurid allure

Bustling balloons launch from...

Read More

Do you think the tickling of the second hand on a clock is in vein.
The disparity between you and i is dilated.
My impecuniousity does not mean am worthless.
You touchered me when i needed caring most...

Read More

Warped and twisted, 
Spinning inside
Colors close and they open
Like a drunken slumber’s eyes
Mismatching patterns
Correlating with signs
Jumbled, rustled, falling
Like leaves in autumn time
Hoping to pick something up
Each time I rise
Veins explode from fingertips
Like a possessive ride
Exhilaration...

Read More

Tears bring the eyes its shivering spangle of stars
In liquid pools dilating light
The firmament spiraled to bandage time’s scars
Shining in empty bowls night

And sometimes the common carbon of the air
In soul deep fires like butterflies
Becomes...

Read More