Long Tangling Poems

Date:  May  2051

Damian CJ Adonis and Kyon watched
As did family and other relatives did
Also, while quite many new players
Replaced other younger players
That needed a break. CJ  announced 
The new players on the...

Read More

(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above...

Read More

A midnight shriek or sudden bang
Disrupts the thread of tales,
Entangled in unconscious mind
With sounds of lashing flails.

Wherefrom it comes, whither it goes?
I threw my eyes up there,
The eerie void soon called me up
To trudge down...

Read More

This poem is too long for one submission so I have to split it up

THE KILLING TREE
Come gather children listen well
sit closer now to me
And hear the story I'm to tell 
about the killing tree

'Twas...

Read More

"Caves to be discovered,                               ...

Read More

Thy scalp thoroughly massaged during hair washing, 
after showering (frequently tapping the cold water faucet – 
in an effort to ramp up brisk temperature tolerance), 
an immediate process to shake out matted down hairs 
follows...

Read More

“Where are you going?” Teddy asked, breaking in our conversation,
between Bulldog, ‘Newy’ and myself and noticed with his observation,
that the words of Phillip Island had been mentioned by us three,
so he gathered that we’re fishing,...

Read More

Context: This was a letter written to Frank who is a character in the book If Beale Street Could Talk. 

Dear Frank,
Your head is muddled with thoughts of your own son.
Your only son.
Incarcerated.

Life for you...

Read More

Achy with flu, but to tired to drift into a deep sleep, my body stalks the corridors of twilight, moving between being awake and floating on dreams.  Time is a stranger to physics and...

Read More

The hustle and bustle as I get ready to ride     My leather chaps at my side   The announcer telling stories about my ride     About the only bull that no one can ride    Yeah...

Read More

How do you breathe, when the air surrounding you, is black waters? Dark and cold, filling your lungs making it impossible to inhale, suffocating and freezing you.

How do you keep moving on, when the dark...

Read More

Bob, the cat, lives in the room number 13 of the sixth avenue.

He likes fish, rollercoaster, ice cream cones and Sunday papers.

He's an artist. He's a painter. When people ask him about his latest work,...

Read More

The thought of you leaving me scares me day after day
It haunts me and kills me in my dreams at night, when I am alone inside of my head and no one can pull my...

Read More

My love, have you finally found?
That my steps don't even touch the ground?
My head's always wrapped in fog,
And I'm caught singing to the dog?
It's all because you thrill me.

I chase you around with a crazy...

Read More

Birds chirping roughly on an avocado tree
I curiously look upwards to see what could that noise be? 
Is it a sparrow or a mockingbird? 
It's plump and it has all shades of brown

I'm stepping upwards next to...

Read More

Aromatic smokes, abounds the whole land
                             ...

Read More

A TRIBUTE TO CHARLES SPENCER CHAPLIN

      I bow to
                   First International Star
...

Read More

I passed through the moment hoping that you were there and had something profound to share, but I wait the morning out standing in the biting cold and the air penetrate my body without remorse...

Read More

Each step is like
   I’m walking on mist
for not a sound
   mumbles from beneath my feet.
With everything in full bloom
I can’t locate your scent,
my palate is overwhelmed,
and as I fight 
...

Read More

It stands in the middle of the field looking furiously across the distance with its two ears shooting in the sky and its adrenaline rising up in its feet and running around with fear. 

What...

Read More

the rose

The death of winter is comes nearer and nearer as the time will pass
The indication is this moving death shows through the rose, the tree and the grass
All things die eventually and the cycle...

Read More

With Vocabular Extraordinar their words do
                             entice.
...

Read More

Dangling and tangling in pain
Blood blowing, chest in vain
Beneath a plant falling  apart
Looking for my stolen heart

Lonely living I am alone
Then I feel, then I hear, then I behold
Voice of Bird from flower bone
As...

Read More

 I lost a part of me but it ain’t my heart I try to find,
Its myself that I left in the unknown,
The snakes are around me looking in the path I walk,
Lost in the...

Read More

Anti-intellectualism may breed anti-curiosity. 
Harsh reality can frustrate existential sternness.
They tied backlash against "mere" curiosity. 
Yet, every human behavior has a purpose.

Conveying a full breakdown of all the key sights.
Tangling, multiplying tendrils sepia from white.
My...

Read More