Long Disassemble Poems

'I DEFY YOU STARS! ! ! ! JULIET! ! ! ! JULIET! ! ! ! 
The sun to rise above all others
Gracing Earth with its mere presence
Eclipsing all other beauty to befall my weary eyes
Has...

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Archaeological Expeditions To the Moon

By Sugob Elcitra

[Dr. Sugob Elcitra is the founding president of  Lunar Research, Inc.  His company plans to offer private trips to the moon for those able to afford the...

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To Varsity! 
Oh long awaited time
To study literature and rhyme
A time to learn to make words flow
And say to Life a big Hello.

Life’s cup is full up to the brim
And I’ve dived in for a...

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...My last day at work I got him alone,
and I let loose in a brutal tirade,
said that he’d betrayed ‘serious writing,’
which has trouble enough in our day and age.

I told him his gifts were not...

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ELOQUENT GEMS 

Part 2

But it’s show time, word genius making a fuss within ya brain hemispheres,
I’m rear in all the ages, pages outdating your solar systems burning spheres,
I leave ya mind scared with the truth,...

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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.

It was a gracious dining room.
Noontime sun streaming in.
Chair rail with deep red wallpaper, white...

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I hate robocalls!

Inxs of recorded messages   
transmitted automatically 
to my telephone number 
by automatic dialing device.

I turn off damn ringer,
and disassemble (carefully 
as disabling a time bomb) 
internal workings nevertheless...
telephone still buzzes
twenty four...

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Cuz existence among Homo sapiens 
extremely intolerable prospect
particularly sharing planet 
with most violent species
courtesy hoodlums wielding
deadly firearms methodically gun down
men, women and children
ratcheting grim milestone
countless dead civilians linkedin 
with hazards of war zone. 

Upon surrendering...

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of things d\found the scope
peace has existed with hope
even if a dope


did a bin blooper
had become a storm trooper
real super duper

together did click
with such a good looking chick
who of crop was pick

while wearing muzzle
put together...

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A single stray tear streaming down a scarred cheek
the quick sting of walking on a brisky, cold March morning
the symbolic start of disintegration, end of bold sanity for the month
The very definition of the label:...

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There's weeds in my
garden I can't use a
ho(e)
The man who could
pull them don't care
no mo

The shit's overgrown
I might need a plow
But it's waited so
long that it's no
use now

When we planted the
thing we both shared
the work
Then...

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***Disclaimer: This is not so much a poem, as an exercise in stream of consciousness. I just sort of wrote what I thought about. Sorry if it makes little or no sense to anyone else....

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Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced

apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:,...

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Abandon futile attempts to run
Behold the process has begun
Step toward your darkest fear
Let’s flip the switch to a new frontier

Penetrating deep within
Evacuate your mortal sin
This brave new age is imminent
And it will be magnificent

Arouse you...

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Lay still
Beautiful, dutiful angel
Fly to the heavens, a haven for you
Your end is part of your existence
Your existence, a flame burnt into your soul
That sprouts into the fruit of the landscape
And lends itself to the...

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My youth was too brief
and whenever I felt distraught, 
I clutched my belief:
to give faith a defined worth;
free, but not truly liberated
as a wandering soul in exile:
reminding itself of how it inwardly bled
amid thoughts that...

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Dreams in the Bunk
By Sy Roth

An aching tired eats away, 
Slurping at his soul 
Yearning wakefulness from the darkness.

He heaved. 
Sigh in a soft world of crimson-waving flowers
Dancing away to his numbers etched on him,...

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There are words on the walls
Of the inner city buildings
Displaying vulgar interpretations
Of life
There are hints on the streets
That things may get better
As gangs disassemble
And die
But the now in this place
As you walk down the streets
Is...

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I play with words like

Children play with Lego

I use different words as

My bricks. With commas

Dots and exclamation

Marks I put them together.

At my convenience I can

Disassemble and reassemble

them ad infinitum.

My words are like the sword of

The...

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Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts
ripped from black and white movies.
Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun,
one of her hands would refrain from touching her,
the other has been long carried off
by wolfish...

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Alas! Another day has come
I can hear the gears of torture whine
For yet again the time has come
For my strength to be ripped from my spine
 
I must go on, I have to be strong
But...

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you may think you know my heart so well, by how i act or what i say,
but you don't know me as well as you think you do, only god can search my ways,
i can't...

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Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts
ripped from black and white movies. 
Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun.
One of her hands will not touch her,
the other has been carried off
by wolfish priests.
The...

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The damn thing's got too many holes,
I’m also missing several poles.
Instructions I simply cannot read.
This confounded thing's about to breed!

Pieces covering every inch of floor
I can no longer walk on as before,
and almost fifteen thousand...

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I'm Eric Cartman and I'm an evil little bitch.
My mom is poor, she certainly isn't rich.
She posed nude in a magazine because she's a Crack Whore.
She couldn't afford to buy me an IPad and that...

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