Long Mug Poems
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The feeling of a ceramic mug being formed.
Mental blocks, not normal.
Just the clattering of pencils as if they are a cure.
Taking time out of nothing.
Taking tempered emotions.
Stemming and steaming.
I have enough opportunities.
They said that.
I have enough capacity.
Struggles, and other swirling winds.
When the thoughts escape.
The doorway gets caved in.
The ceramic mug is formed.
Waits for the way cameras speak.
Not a soft sound.
Just the sun and back.
They say I should consider not making connections.
They say I make them confused.
My mental block is endless.
I wish people would stop trying.
If the cure was found…
Then the moon landing is endless as me.
I find it cautic as the glass separating the sphere from the cloud,
the resignation of all trust avowed,
the interrogation of my soul via a machine,
and it's so not you...
The angle of approach to this future indemnity,
the meaning of life as we do it today-
now don't hesitate,
don't shy away or grab something insane,
you sir are not lying 45 minutes a day,
you don't deny thy find within grind,
you comply!
If it's just co-energize,
no truth deny's,
nothing hides,
say it outside-
right?
Don't despise,
don't characterize,
you'd think the internet Trumped that tonight...
Too many whites,
nor even blacks,
what's that?
Well let's attack...
One is seen,
the other unmade,
you choose,
you can even be the mate...
You can even hide in a great,
stare straight at your future plate,
get close,
get the grate...
Just trip out,
lose your faith.
The song that divides remains,
the long walk alive is strange,
let's get it here now and with a simple witness...
Don't drive,
don't even fly to cry,
don't rhyme,
it's everyone!
Everyone inside!
Say it with me-
kick it later,
it's everyone!
It's in alive!
Yo,
they ARE at the show,
show um,
show um how much you know,
end this riddle with the waltz of the Mountain Goats,
never do they need proof but a pasture where they grope,
sometime's it's O.K to just go home.
Does an empty jar weep? 6
Crying wine or water 6
My hollow bowl thirsty 6
You scream for wet matter 6
Yet you lie like a dry monk 7
Patiently waiting for me 7
Your mouth opened to be drunk 7
Your rim or lips parched for sea 7
In the morning, you ask for wine 8
In a mug with dogs chasing tails 8
The closed grocery store makes us pine 8-9
Open up, a cab will fill pails 8
Some saucers are cracked by ache, some whole 9
We are engineered to seek fullness 9
Wanting bleeds endlessly through cleft bowls 9
Air, condense between my chinky mess 9
Wine, stop bleeding ruby through fissures 9
Without care for the states of matter 9
If air settling be a treasure 8-9
But, air doesn’t ache like pitter patter 9-10
To be still like an empty mug 8
Bleeding coffee as air pours in 8
My glazed mug with a fractured dog 8
Waiting for the bare morning’s din 8
Without a care what goes in 7
Emptiness is illusion 7
Top me inanimate bin 7
But, I’m flesh with desires undone 7-8
Parched rims need a wet kiss 6
Mugs aren’t displeased with airs 6
Flesh cracks crave what’s amiss 6
Grow legs to run from tears 6
In time, cut off limbs 5
Be like a quiet mug 5-6
Drinking breath in sips 5
Full from emptiness 5
What a concept 4
Purposeless cup 4
Cracks do adapt 4
Weep this f-up 4
Vapors rise 3
Walls shatter 3
Cracks surprise 3
Mad Hatter 3
Teacups? 2
Cuckoo 2
Cracks weep 2
Super glue 3
What did it say?
Is it coffee speaking,
Or is it the mug?
I don’t understand.
I’m still sleeping.
Wait until the last sip is gone.
I’ll get it by then.
Let me drink you up.
Don’t burn my tongue.
I’m in no rush.
You smell good, my friend.
Your aroma wakes me up.
Your warm, liquid body
will put me on my feet.
What were you saying?
I think I’m ready now.
Now you’re quiet.
I know, I know
You’re empty now.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I had to drink you,
Otherwise,
I wouldn’t understand your message.
Now I’m standing,
I’m ready to go.
The day is waiting
So is the hustle.
Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea...
When the entire mug awash
with floating leavings
by golly by gosh,
sipping said herbal brew
analogous challenge
to eat spaghetti squash
with one chopstick.
Earlier yesterday February twenty fourth
two thousand twenty four
found yours truly (me)
blithely consuming delicious
La COLOMBE DOUBLE LATTE
cold iced latte, complete
with a frothy layer
of milk and a touch of sugar.
Lower gastrointestinal war civil
immediately declared
because yours truly beleaguered
by lactose intolerance.
Courtesy veritable sweet tooth
(er...rather dentures)
craved absolute zero sum game yoking,
wickedly villainous, x'acting tummy
upsetting Pavlovian salivating, romancing,
quid pro quo woe pea pie us, orthodox,
conventional, nun habit forming (Lie),
mouth watering, lip locked, kickstarting,
Je Suis ill lust trios, hymn bracing,
gobstopping, feasting immediate laxative
inducing, decadent chocolate baneful
cake courtesy of adoring bubela, (the
same over stuffed ego freezer oft
mentioned counterpart, who unwittingly
prepared spot of tea), charming,
hugely overpowering tenderly loving
zee missus diabolically exuding
"FAKE" gracious humane insinuating
jabbering, knowingly ill loo man hating,
needful offal pestiferous quasi rip
snorting, tush under fire, violent
whooshing, expelling xyz lower
abdominal contractions, indubitably
kindling, jumpstarting instagramming
howling, fostering execrable, debilitating,
besieging posterior, automatically
clutching derriere, experiencing ferocious
gluteus maximus intractable jabbing, knifing,
lacerating, mutilating nameless oaf (me),
painfully quaking das simian, torturously
undergoing vicious wretched excessive
yawping worse fate than death!
Otherwise ass hide from irritable bowel
syndrome approximately
twenty four hours ago
from Saturday February twenty fifth
two thousand twenty four
me quite yawningly wonderful, uneventful,
sedate, quiet, ordinary, mundane, languid,
joyously humdrum, fabulously for
two whit tuss lee drab
characterized local buttuck blaster
also hashtagged endearment
as bubble butt.
Now shall I cut thee a slice of outrageously
luscious, keister jump/kick starting heavenly
gourmet deluxe cheese cake?