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What can we tell you?
We are all here, green, and fruitful,
even the wrecked and rabid
all our budding devils and gods
slobbering delightedly
over words,
pictures we put together
with fingers sticky with sap
childing each other,
completing one jigsaw at a time
problem solving,
problems we manufactured
in the root factories of a soft labor,
a work to keep us tightly wrapped up
in a sense of self exploration,
keep us rambunctious enough
to think we are creating something
when in fact, that ‘something’
is actually ‘us’,
and we do ‘us’ well
but when we don’t we call that spillage
and over ripeness -
a poem.
From across the dark veiled hills ,
A howl of anguish fills the soul with chills,
We hear it coming amidst the shadows,
And smell its malelovant purpose distinctly.
Ever closer it creeps and snarls,
Foul breath filling senses and fears,
Bringing eyes close to our deepest thoughts,
Unseen forms as wraiths in the night.
With weapons to hand ,
Tentative moves, towards the unknown,
Ready to meet head on the fear and doubt.
The battle was fierce between the two,
A fight of will and inward strength,
First one would prevail then the other,
A battle that must be won to remain sane.
Weapons of the light sliced and cut,
Gaining the ground darkness began to wain,
A last howl of anguish from its slobbering jaws,
And it was gone back to where its soul has lain,
Hidden and disguised ready to pounce.
A defeat for now sanity prevails,
Walking again down the sweetest trails,
Always on guard keeping watch and alert,
Dark dogs defeated for now,
Listen out for that anguished howl.
© andrew p mcintyre 2/5/2017.
" Some can never go home"
The house is now empty
and the walls painted in mildew and mold
It has a musky breath of unforgiveness
The wooden floor, once a place of refuge,
is now buckled, broken with rust stained nails
Footprints are measured in silence,
a path to the angry door
Memories disturb the cobwebs and dust
covered windows
Voices float in my head, trailing off
appearing then disappearing
Trying to scratch the scar of my mind
opening the anguish from yesterdays
Where flowing blood was a badge of honor
and love was a hug from welts,
caused by a razor strap that hung
on a nail buried in the wall
A wall now silent, still holding the screams of innocence
An ugly world, where pain was cut across a small body,
from anger and hate
I still remember the tall dark figure,
with hand raised holding my wrist
slobbering over the intrument of my disillusionment
of what a parent should be
A laugh
can be more terrifying
than a roar or a scream
in the wrong light,
In the long night,
Lunatic giggles
Idiot he-haws
Obscene chuckles
When the quiet hour, the full moon time,
Spreads its leathery wings
Jaw aching, teeth chattering,
Cruel cold
Spits sleet at your window
The monster slobbering down the glass
That sound...
That ugly, witless noise
Turns your knees to rotten fruit
Your emotions become demons toys
a sweating statue
Only your eyes able to move, jittering
Hyper awareness
Night vision and your hearing acute
You can almost count the stitches
of your shirt through the skin of your back
Every minùte tick, Every quiet whoosh of air
Noticed like a stripper on stage
Ancient supernatural powers,
animal instincts
Awaken to the thrumming of your over active heart
Short blips, images, stutter brightly
In your mind
A painted clown face with evil teeth
Wall-eyed stare no where near funny
A corpse with skull decomposing before your eyes
The blue- black face that haunts you
Arms aching to feel the weight of him
Time to shut the doors, bar the windows, lock the box in your mind…
Time to tell the whisper man enough is enough
Remind yourself of the words of truth…
“Philippians 4:7-8
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep d your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”
Rinse and repeat
Being pulled under.
Like a lily pad going ‘boop.’
Bobbing around, then nothing.
No amount of clearing my mind will undo it.
A spider whisper.
He likes me.
Prickling like his legs.
As if I’m in a dome.
Pulled under.
There are other people who have the slobbering feeling under their hair.
Faded out.
Like a pinecone with its edges shaved.
Fingers focusing.
With gripping finger pads that do nothing.
And the kitchen is always a mess of weird things.
Bugs and things.
My edges shaved down and caved in a little.
Grappling under the ice, but there’s no water, just feet of ice.
Someone else used to live here.
He was like a centipede to me.
Everyone is like a centipede to me.
Climbing the walls.
So am I.
Always around in the basement.
Depression.
Is when you are a spider, centipede, lily pad, or pinecone.
And could get crushed any moment.
But you don’t.
Lascivious Friends Amends
Coincidence, simultaneity, with a pinch of merriment
And convergence of moments, opened up this gate to hell
(I had to open the door…didn't I ?…)
It was at their convenience, not mine
Cursed by fate, unwanted visitors, (I forget their names.)
I only knew them as fornicators
The lascivious friends, (Not mine. I inherited them.)
Converged on me, a wild pack of hungry hyenas
Yelping, laughing, “Where’s the food!”
Kissing and slobbering all over themselves
Antique furniture and glass began to shatter from their antics
We were all mutual friends of Jack
I wish he’d take them back
They originated, I suspected, speculated
From unknown depths, bottom feeders, society leaches
The underbelly of low life
As synchronicity would have it, in its awful syn-chronic manner
I had to face them, entertain them, could not escape them
Had to be a proper host
A host in the true sense of the word
The parasites took hold of me
Bled me dry of all my food and drink
Did I mention that they stink…or is it stank?
Nearly bending me in half down to their lowly level
They implored me, no, they insisted on more and more
There were four of them who strained my will
Two men, two woman, as they proclaimed aristocracy
I drove off to the store to get them more
When I returned with beer and snacks
They asked me for a favor
To stay forever as they unpacked
I said, is doomsday a good starting date?
They laughed
I called the girls, Jane and Jane
The boys I called Bob and Bob since I did not know their names
And they did not care what I called them
As long as they could stay
Jack, my roommate, was out of town
He would not return
His parents didn't raise a dummy
They trained him well
I was stuck with a couple of nameless Jane’s
And Bob and Bob. Let’s call them double Bob’s
The lascivious ones were here to stay
Debauchery all the way
They will have to live on beer and pretzels
As I await doomsday and pray it comes today
9/23/14 Poems or new magazine please - Poetry Contest
i have a need in you i feed
it's the thrill of the kill
no more running no more fight
left in your slumber clean away the night
horrid clouds move in, gray darkened shapes
slobbering sheets of rain invade your domain
you lie still or it will be your fate
slowly your face the face
in your common place
the want of a love so deep
it will devour your mind just for the taste
your limp body will ceased to exist
everything you thought real is dead and gone
i have a need in you i feed
mr. emerson said it best
"every minuet you are angry , is 60 seconds lost with peace"
i will consume you and your love
deep down you like it the rage , the silence
of the kill
I wait for no other days
so I pinch this one
I haunt rocks and trees
to caress
with each ebb and flow
I celebrate a minute
and dedicate it to hours
honouring a moment
just one,
this,
as I breathe from the
firmament of life,
my exhalation
fogs the soul of time
scattering all sense
I suck what my mistress desires
I steal her nourishment
sipping it like a fine wine
time is unquenchable,
forever devouring life
down to the gritty bits
and this day stands like no other
she saunters in her finery
greeting all with a cool breeze,
but as the other side of her face
turned into view,
a ghoul of time slobbering
and champing at the bit
revealed her true self
slavering to eat me alive
drool pools on my window sill
but I am thieving again
I inhale
breath by breath
looking for the cracks
to sneak back to thievery
A radio aired an awful auld aria,
Astounding all my aged aural edifices
In eerie aura of araucaria trees
Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze.
My brain wanted to burrow to escape the pain
Of sounds as a warren of rabid jackrabbits
Digging to escape mangy slobbering coyotes
Howling hungrily in panting pursuit of prey.
Such a scratchy song, if played in the briny deep,
Would chase crazy-eyed kraken to the mountain tops.
Callas, Verdi and Puccini would flee their graves
For a screechy symphony of barbed wire sitars.
Praise be! The off button my shaking hands did find;
I woke up, pressing on my belly button hard.
Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe
Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,
savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,
somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning smartass,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric
screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock
styled sideburns Semite,
sainted Shasta sipping
shriveled sad sack,
sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,
sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,
shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting
spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid
skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.