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My first introduction when I moved in across the hall
Was a lovely older lady, who stood under five feet tall
She came up to my door to say welcome and hello
And to tell me of the neighbours, some above and some below.
She invited me over for a drink, I assumed a coffee or a tea
Vodka, gin or rum she says, of each, i've got plenty
I said rum was good with me, but just a little splash
I watched her a mix a couple drinks, both were half and half.
We talked late into the evening, as she told all of what she knew
Of everyone who had lived there, from now since '92
Sometimes I used to wander over as we lived on the same floor
She pulled a stool to the peephole, before she'd open up the door
I've moved farther away now and I didn't keep in touch
But I do miss our little chats while having just a bit too much
It's been awhile since we've caught up, maybe I should phone
It would be a little different now, since I'm too far to stumble home
[Loosely to the beat of the U.S. Navy
Seals Cadence ‘I Don’t Know But
I’ve Been Told’]
Cop who tapped on my window
Can’t park there bud, off you go
Said my dress sense wasn’t good
I explained as best I could
I don’t know where I came from
Why I’ve got no trousers on
Don’t know if I’ve been here long
Why I’m wearing this pink thong
I’m all tied up in this car
Strapped into this peephole bra
Need to get home really quick
And wipe off this red lipstick
Can you please untie this rope
This is not my stethoscope
Sir, I must be on my way
For I’m getting wed today
Copper said you might have guessed
You are now under arrest
Thought I’d end up in the can
But that cop was my best man
I sit beneath my window gawking
To the sight of leaves twisting and falling
Dumped, crisp, and on the grass
Gathering together and accumulating a·mass
I hear the sound of the autumn breeze
Sudden countless number of leaves
In my yard, I long to know
The brown, the green, orange, red afterglow
Intermingling with beautiful ray of sunshine
Peeking through the peephole of its treeline
As a cracking wind cuts through the silence
While multiple leaves drift in speedy compliance
Through the day, a gentle glow
Amidst' a wind flow
The leaves outside my window
One by one, they let go
Their branches in the wind overlap
I can’t see, but I hear the stems snap
Over and over the meadow lawn
They drop with a silent slap and be·gone
Soggy and wet, disappearing before me
Naked branches in a cold wind I see
Falling to the earth, one by one
The amazing swirl of the last leaf hung.
So Im back at it, letting ppl get under
my skin the flesh is takin over so Im back to repenting for
sins! Smh many men lost this race but me Im goin in so!
I separate myself from the evil, in this
haystack called the world I gotta stay
on point like the needle. The attempts
on my life from the devil is so feeble
so I go hard in the paint but the Lord's
voice I gotta continue to heed to
they tell me forget who dont feel you
dont let the enemy overcome rob steal
& kill you, so I stand firm on the
scriptures, its like cardiac arrest when
the word of God hits ya
even the calmest of ppl show emotion
the drama that Im facing is unfolding
so it gets harder to cope with so!
I treat it like an umbillical cord, poke the rifle out the
peephole when satan
is knocking @ the front door!!! JUDAH!
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you look through the peephole,
does a pitchfork illuminate your adjectives of me
to make ammends, i attempt to prepare reconstruction soup
dismal is your evenly distorted reaction,
and it spreads like a plague colorfully seducing
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you tiptoe through your
personal daydream curiosity excursion,
do the thorns medicate the adjourning of your wrongful judgement
to reignite the luminosity of the art, i try to mediate the enlargement
of the minimal medium....hoping to plant New Seeds of Effervescent
Memorial Happenings....
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you frolic in your newly zigzagging
temperamental era, will the soft surroundings
in the wayward wind unite to provide the now unbeknownst
warmth of reality formerly monikered "WHAT ONCE WAS"
for the mere purpose of simply existing, once again i give the foundations'
lost a quarter of a whole to again begin hourly repolished works.....
to once again wish away on.....
“It’s a terrible love
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy
Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its pulse it cannot feel…
The longer I stare into the hollow sockets seeing only ugliness,
The easier it becomes to break into pieces over the mere thought of you
I thought it was a dull beat- a throbbing, fading beat disappearing into the night…
Though your image, once so grainy, is becoming clearer and clearer in the fogs of my consciousness
I thought it was just a dull, callous beat…
But the more it throbs against the stone, the more the stone cracks
The more the demon cries in anguish…the more I fall
So deeply in love have I become,
I can barely breathe in this misty embrace
The suspense of your blows make my innards whimper…make my mind shiver
My tearful eyes cry for your assurance
My body changes through the peeks of your light
It is all a joke!
This is all pathetic, low, meaningless!
Surely these claws over this heart do not exist
Holding onto nothing but dead spiders who once weaved miracles
Dust and spider legs….spider eyes…they had seen so much…felt so much with their prickly appendages
Through a lovely peephole beyond the three stoned fingers…
I see the entire world where they must have crawled
A world holding you…
If only I could hold you too…
Something tells me I would never let go if I had the chance
Something tells me I would crush you
I would turn you into dust and spider legs…
And yes, as all demons enjoy, I would lose you
In the grip of the three stoned fingers
Unless…
You were that heart I thought I had seen…
The heart that continued to beat long after it was ripped out
The clenched heart that throbbed despite its crushing cage
The very heart that bled and bled for no body and all for the sake of love
Beating and beating, cracking those frigid fingers
Into dust…
And all of the fallen limbless creatures would gather round…
And they would tell me… “He lives yet still…”
Weaving in their webs the very bloods and salts you pumped
Within me…and beyond me
Dead spiders weave and weave and weave…
And unlike human hearts, their ideas never tire
Morning light shimmers
Floating dust welcome;
Excited salutation
World awakes
Noisy traffic;
Rush of work day
Knock on the door
Peephole lookout;
Real estate agent
Morning cuppa
Fortified supplements;
Health insurance
Bamboo trees
Walkway sentinels;
Windy voices hum
Old plumeria tree
Speaks in vivid colours;
Reds, yellows, whites bloom
Lift alarm screaming
Fire drill or short circuit;
Irritating noise
Balcony view
Ant-people far below;
Busy antics ply
Temple oracle
Praying on a wish;
Curious bystanders
Church petitions
Man keeps busy asking;
Attendance compulsory
Despite our faiths
Man remains unchanged;
Unsure and insecure
Voice of dawn
Hurling new songs;
Rapture unnoticed
Bold ideas fashion
New collections;
Recycle old orbits
Day after day
Same old, same old;
What's new pussycat
Hymn and prayer
Endless petitions;
Too much noise
Go deeply now
Linger right here;
Discern afresh
When, where and how
Who, why and what;
Unanswered questions
Weary and tired
Dreary world swirls;
Awaiting salvation
Look beyond reason
To fit new rhymes;
Seasonal permutations
Looking out
Peeping in;
Who cares
Lost in the crowd
I search for something;
I don't know why
Rules are rules
Useful as tools;
Transcend and discard
Once in a while
A sincere smile;
Cynics fling piles
Go beyond terms
Let feelings style;
Spontaneous voice
Seek then the light
Beyond meaning;
Seize true rapture
When the soul awakes
Magic and mystic
Charm with bold say
Words once empty
Pregnant with rapture;
Creation sings
In a clear vessel
The empty space:
Is most valuable
Go beyond form
Beyond norm;
Flirt with impulse
Words are devices
Language crude formats;
Soul sublimates
Sense a sure gap
Between said and done;
Herein possibilities field
Leon Enriquez
16 August 2014
Singapore
When they couldn't sedate me
And needed to cut strips of flesh
From my eyelid, I heard the sizzle
Smelled the scalpel burning as it sliced
And glimpsed the steam rising
Through a peephole under the
Sterile towel tent covering my face
Flesh harvested from my eyelid
grafted into the cavern under my eye
Pit left from digging the cancer filled
One hundred and twenty three tiny stitches later
an ice bag tapped to my head with a warning
it would hurt like hell when the Lidocaine died
I lied-I was going back to my hotel
And on that dark highway in the pouring rain
I could see well enough with one eye
Until sixty miles west on I-80
Burning hot all consuming hell, stabbing, sharp, wish I were dead
Pulled over into aq Wendover casino
To kill the pain
When I'm drinking and gambling, life doesn't hurt.
Faded away until it really wasn't there
Enough to sober up, get back in my truck
Poorer than I was--but money
Never made me happy.
You did
My emergency contact.
My ride home
Pathetic that this is your poem
You are not a bad person.
You gave yourself away.
You took yourself back.
And that's alright
I take me back, too
And like that, there's no emergency contact
No one to drive me home
And I wish you had a better poem
Than this...
I'm-hurt-you-should-feel-sorry-for-me
and my wounded heart
Attempt to what?
Get you back? Hell-no
Don't know what you were, or why
But you had to be removed
Just like the cancer in my eye--you had to go
It's not pretty and leaves a big hole
That some other part of me must fill
It's uncomfortable
And it hurts
Yeah...
and there's nobody to drive me home
But I've been through worse
I'm happy to turn the page
If there's something better for you
There's something better for me
Something better than this
Pain management poem.
That you will never read, but somehow
Makes me feel better
Adios, Felicia
my legs welcome the warmth of the Kansas sun
bird with a screech makes weird noises
sweat bee hovers close to my left ear
I swat at it with my notebook
clouds are moving tremendously slowly
an asymmetrical opening shows light blue sky
this peephole is surrounded by brilliant white
have clouds always been this pristinely graceful?
dog brings up empty water bottle to porch
he loves the crackling sound against his teeth
another dog in the distance takes his attention for a second
clouds move a bit faster, I watch, amazed
a wood chopper, car engine and loose shutter sound in the distance
barely perceptible noises, yet I hear them clearly; I have dog ears
small tweeting noise brings my attention to my elm tree
the bee is back, teasing interested dog who tries to catch him
October day, red and orange leaves, lovely heavenly clouds
waving limb with three tiny leaves, scratches against porch
clouds have formed another portal to heaven
I would be more interested if I was not already there.
Darkness surrounds me, completely shrouded,
Thinking and movements totally clouded
Try to run but my legs go weak
I hear movement, the stairs creak
Hidden behind a cupboard, crouched on the floor
I reflect how it started, with an eerie knock on the door
Eyes to the peephole it wasn’t a man I observed
I saw an angel of death, can’t be real, that’s absurd
Stunned by the vision, I could not believe my eyes
Until he opens his mouth and expelled millions of flies
Scrambling to the kitchen, I seized a large knife
Weapon sorted, I was prepared to fight
As I turn back, he emerges though the wall
Clothed in black, skeletal figure and awfully tall
Smell of decay, putrid stench of death he exudes
He glides over, I slash at the darkness he imbues
Knife slides through, he smiles with evil glee
I whirl around, stumbling up the stairs, I flee.
That is how I ended up trapped, with him creeping closer
Useless knife held close, not making me any bolder
His shadow now looms, and coldness chills my bones
He whispers my name, in deep raspy tones
I push against the wall as if it will absorb me
Backed in a corner, some sense I finally see
I will stand to meet my fate, what will be will be
Surprise on his face a testament to my audacity
I take a deep breath knowing it is my last
He suddenly smirks, comes at me so fast
Then I am in darkness, fast deep breathing I hear
It was only a nightmare thank god death is not yet near...