Long Scabbed Poems

Perfect love is perfection,
it is rare,
if such love exists at all
it must thrive beyond boundaries of my own experience
either receiving,
or giving.

Could this perfection of synergetic harmony and confluence
we have grown to love as love itself
become...

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{"I anguish myself with the presence of a loved one to keep me alive inside of my head. 
Call me crazy, insane, a moron in all depths of despair, but my reluctance for somebody to...

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63.
      If Dullness Be Your Plunder

    Speech be silence gone amiss
    But if speech be ne'er to be.
    Choose words with...

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I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day...

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Like a herd of cattle, placed on a ship.
Upon my back, I felt their whip!
Ripping into my flesh, excruciating pain.
Forced across the big water on a trip.

Living in darkness with little to eat.
The feel of...

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Mothers have come
from throughout Earth
to bury our post-Trumpian dead.
Bringing both gifts and lamentations
as each finds appropriate
for healing
what cannot be stanched
and scabbed.

As gathering 
we choose who will speak among us,
for this Earth eulogy.

At last our voices...

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This day is hot and bright and  fills my weary eyes,
and while sleep is gone it lies in wait.
The years have gone and the weeds have come. 
The dandelions are hard hot yellow in...

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Prayer to the Stone of Sobriety

Under a purple flannel-like sheet, but not as soft; 
As warm as flannel-but hotter,
I am sweating.
The flannel shroud soaks up my sweat like my liver soaks up venom

I see angry...

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My heart is depleting, it is becoming thin and fragile.
I can feel it slowly crumbling. 
The pieces have started falling to the floor. 
They instantly shatter.
I try to pick them up,
yet my fingers are sliced...

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I was in a meadow.
Sunflowers covered every inch of the tall grass.
A smile formed on my lips as the comfort of safety unveiled itself.
I breathed in the air and bent over to smell a sunflower-...

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I inhale temptation;

shrugging shoulders of

mortality.

Suck teeth stained

with indifference;

While copyrighting

my daydreams. 

I’m an American Badass,

low class, white trash,

with expensive delusions.

I get impatient with repetition,

So I shovel spiritual vagrancy into the 

mouths of my peers

with metaphoric spilled...

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We have lived a false life, you and I, 
Chasing halcyon dreams through chaos and despair; 
We have ventured beyond the brink, 
And only just returned – with weakened knees 
And tremulous smiles, our hearts...

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The seconds drift into minutes,
cascade into hours.
Relativity floats subtly past
and pools around perspective’s
esophagus.
Waiting is the fierce tick
of a sequestered heart.
Tracking time,
by counting blood cells sailing
through a clotting current.
Labored lungs grasp at
tiny red buoys,
flagged with markers...

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A dark room with a small wooden desk, no lamp
A thick pad of paper and a typewriter, never used
Like a museum exhibit, though they aren’t allowed to gather dust
And dead flies and moths, a pack...

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Scrawny Kid
Part one

Do you remember that Scrawny kid?
What’s his name in Class 4D,
Constantly holding on to himself,
Running out of class, desperate for a pee.
Never had a Handkerchief,
Always wore Green sleeves.
Spiky hair and worn out shoes,
That...

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The air on board was foul and putrid.

Chained together at the ankle in

coffles, evil dragged me and others

with scabbed lips on board.

Humiliated under the sun, we were

stripped naked and examined from

head to toe and put...

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I too have cried a river full of hurt filled tears. 
I too have felt the weight of the world and acquired a few fears.
I too have doubted my full potential. 
I too have lovingly...

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The Kingfisher. 

                                ...

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The Sacrifical Child

Llandudno Wales 980 BC-1846, Sierra Leone, Congo,
Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines 2013

Chapped, scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight;
the stars still glow radiant light when they rise, a wolf...

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the blood is pounding in my ears,
The sounds of the cafeteria are utterly drowned out.
Her round, pink lips, mouthing obscenities at me
As her fists rain down on my face and chest, 
Legs straddle me, scabbed...

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Dixie Cup Memorial
                  by Odin Roark

How small it is
this bottom of the Dixie cup
looking skyward
holding high the torch
the...

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The bark was almost the color
of charcoal and too rough 
for a boy to grip and hold on
to climb without bare skin 
being grazed and scraped
back to bloodied welts.
The trunk was scabbed in gum
oozed out...

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Be My Guardian, My Fearless Guide
Lend Me An Ear for My Beckoning Cries 
Prodigal Pilgrim Prevailing
Where Grace and Mercy Abide
Grace Sufficiently Abstracting Fears
Throughout The Changing Ambiance
Star Seed  Parlance, A Gifted Chance
Yea, Bared Feet In...

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Wales 980 BC, Sierra Leone, Congo,Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines 

Chapped scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight;
stars glow radiant light, wolf howl midnight.
Insects stir, skin scratch, tangled hair amass
naked ,as...

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Who’s on top? 
Really, 
You didn’t know that it’s a contest?
After all,
There can only be one 
Poet Laureate can’t there?
Both’s fingernails are bleeding,
Both’s knees are scraped and scabbed,
Both sweating profusely from the strain
Of climbing the...

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