Long Sloughs Poems
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Today her silks scatter crackling arabesques in the shimmering air
today she’ll dazzle the casual eye with her sweet metallic gleam
today she waddles, awkward as a cow
today she packs a punch like a fresh shot arrow
today she reverses polarity
today she groans in a furrow, slick with sweat
today she daintily steps through a violet mist
today she sloughs off gummy stuff
today her laughter is quicksilver
today she’s a clammy grey rubbery stone with bristles
today her waterfall hair sheds intoxicating unguents
today she dances without knowing it
today the beauty peels from her face to reveal a hatchet
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to dream, to lie, in sweet repose
and drink the thoughts of those who rose
from dark eternal slumber bleak,
to steal the voice of those who speak
see as i lie awake at night,
my effervescent dreams alight
upon a mirror in the dark,
to see embittered souls embark
towards the center of the mind,
a shadow-shrouded serpentine.
and i have rarely dreamed of sleep,
in places memory scarce can keep.
but bitter memories find us here,
in brightest nooks of memories clear.
to sleep, to fade, before we wake,
with nary even souls to take
and should we find wide azure skies,
we soar throughout our half-dazed lies.
and so i wake (or do i sleep?)
to find a shepherd and his sheep.
but why does the shepherd cower so?
i take a closer look, and lo!
the sheepskin sloughs away in droves,
the flock becomes a pack of wolves.
but i can barely dream of sleep,
inside my memories barren keep
and so we count the wolves instead
with thoughts of madness in my head.
Behold the beast, wandering in astral night
From dark caverns he emerges by starlight
to quaff nectar from his ambrosia chalice.
A leering creature with evil eyes of malice.
What nefarious thoughts does he ponder
as muscles ripple in his aimless maunder?
Does his venomous tongue thirst for more?
A pungent stench sloughs from every pore.
Empty cup held in gnarled gargantuan hand,
this goliath bellowed orders in foul reprimand,
"Heed my warning or tonight one of you will die;
the one who allows my nectar flagon to run dry!"
With each guzzle, the more belligerent he grew,
a frightful scene in which a battle would ensue.
The massive titan stumbled out in moonlight,
with ripe grape libation, he was fueled for a fight.
What brutish slander he grunts without a pause.
Frothing at the mouth with fallacy as his cause.
Scorning those upon whom he wishes to feast.
Brutal is bigotry when malevolence is released.
A snaking mouth sloughs two spines,
the rattle of small vertebrae
and delicate teeth.
A woman learns to ride them, feels
the trombone slide of a dragon’s tail.
A man lifts tugging fingers,
not wanting to fumble
as ill-illuminated aluminum rails
bite.
The zipper knits together lusts
or shuns and strips a thought away.
Body bags become bodily prayers.
It is a widening gash gleaming -
lip-gloss for unpainted desires.
Zippers may squeeze a tight throat,
or close an open face.
Buttons are collected or lost,
though once in a while rescued
from a box of other tangled trinkets.
In the misty morning amid the elm and maple trees
The whiteness delicately floats above the ponds waterline
The night hunters abandon their night search for food
As the early morning rays peek through the woodland.
The morning brings the forest teeming to life
The occupants ready to attack their early morning feast
The vines and shrubs hiding them as they arch ready to attack
they scramble for their scrumpcious bite of food.
The geese, crows and magpies mingle around the water's edge
Looking for plants, seeds and aquatic animals to feed
Among the bull rushes and cattails on the sloughs edge
They mingle with the locals who come to drink.
Eating the wild berries for a tasty treat
Saskatoon, chokecherries, pin cherries ready to eat
Juicy and sweet, mild yet tart
Quite edible for a flock to feast.
This is a haven, a sanctuary for all
And as the balmy summer evening turns once again to dusk
The predators will come out with the evening shade
To stalk their prey among the woodland grove.
I am a watcher. I watch. I think. I am standing by a laminated wad of rotting brown ice; glacier. Somehow she is more resplendant for her age and degrading slough. She will carve off in hunks, destined to float in the sluch of a Svalbard inlet. Destined to become brown water a million years old. And this is still beauty. A beauty of age is of more substance than a beauty of youth, for it as endured millenia. Like the Greenland Shark; he lives for hundreds of years himself and is beautiful. For his knowledge.
dying ice sloughs off
melting, warmth of ice water
rinsing off shark remnants
Poke and point and pince and prod
My penniless pockets
And a bra unable to uphold,
A breast to guarantee your rest
Lay in alleys in all your ailing worries
And sloughs of spittle
Splurged and purged b'neath your body.
Hold me, honour me,
Caress the cares entangled within my clumped hair
Harass the proficient proclamations of love,
Laying alongside my broken body.
I dare leer at the lies, leashing my soul to your life
For I do but believe
Boys breed bearded brawlers
And flesh too calloused to caress
And I vacate a vacuum
Of hands vying for the wet of my sex
And the sucking cumbersome succumbing
Salary, siezing a lustful lustre to shine 'pon my sultry gaze
A hazelnut breeze awakens us
To another day in the show no one signed up for
From an accidental scream
Or selfish architects of love
Rained out
Silver skies that block the sun
Do others cry when the shine reappears
To break a perfect aesthetic of gloom?
Rained out
The cancellation of a party no one wanted
Light of pocket and of mind
To forever repeat the same aesthetic
Kiss the sky
Yet another day passes as before
Nothing to review as the dark rises
An eternal tally of the same hours
Kiss the sky
Rain washes away what has stood strong
A husk of promise shambling about
Crooked of back and empty of stomach
Where is the motivation?
A feast laid before me rots
As the effort to consume would kill me
Before I could get the first bolus down
Where is the motivation?
My oval stones propel me
Gazing at the hell I left behind
Pushing back endless branches ahead
Rotten of flesh and of mind
The dark shine sends my heart aflutter
A princess of the moon kisses me sweetly
And where her lips were, my spirit sloughs
Repelled with a wielded stone
I await my sun-crowned prince
To wrap me in his embrace again
To live in gray instead of grave
Time is a construct
And yet I cannot build more
To replace that which was wasted
By a selfish plaguebearer
So I gaze at me from next to me
Features smooth and eroded
Desire to write rained out
By the selfish world I never asked to be part of.
The day has cooled,
into a recliner
muddied.
Rinse it off...replenish...repeat
mud sloughs off into somebody else's drain.
That's ok because I'm clean again.
Recycling this mud of the mind
into porcelain
attic spiders entwined.
Scrap and scrimp.
Grow fat again
swing the battle axe of id
growing thin.
Toss red flowers on mother's grave...
What color were her eyes?
I've forgotten; were they the color of the sky?
The same color as a messy demise?
It matters little anyway.
Move along; stagnant doesn't fit my cup.
Movement is life-stillness is death.
But there are exceptions...I've seen zombies...stumbling along.
I've seen still (ponds) explode into stars
(confused)
bloodied...rinse...repeat...
living in their drain.
Tell me of your peace.
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place
As it gently sloughs the pain away
Tell me of your peace
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease,
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within
Waiting for you
For you to let it be