That dream where staircase
turn to oil beneath feet
and like quickening sand
drags you underneath
appearing in a bastard black sea
blackend sky and black clouds shiver by
sun black hole siphon off the light
and black beach
never felt feet
and in the screaming black
i look back
Categories:
siphon off, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Red flames its connotations at me
in machine-gun style as I stand apart,
gazing down upon a viscous blood
that gathers on the ground.
It darkens, as to pour
an offending brown of quasi innocence,
defiance of its claim to urgency,
though crimson petticoated ladies
scream, and stream away.
A color holds for me too much of sway
to siphon off mere brightness
from a twilight evil
just to make a point; it screams and rages,
throws romance upon a dalliance,
excites a passion far too colorless alone
to sweep a lady of the night
into the morning.
It takes its purplish and golden hues along
reluctantly. It is a prima donna
unassuaged upon its fearsome quest
to rule the sky at sunset when
those mocking soft pastels would rather
whisper their reflection of the day.
~
Categories:
siphon off, passion,
Form: Free verse
(This is not my birthday...just a "what if"
theme)
There are a thousand births like mine
in that cluster of the noosphere
the rolling earth had left behind—
where birth and death joined hands
to siphon off the heavens in a moment,
in a block of space
etched by an evanescent time.
A thousand births, a hundred years,
and altogether disappeared
as father of the father of my father
will not cause extrusion of a single tear
nor anything beyond a dusty line
of history—the earth will not look back
upon the airless cubicles, and I
may smile upon the moment
when my father smiled, and let it go.
Within that crystal box, and scarce observed
there is a breath drawn in,
another sent away...
a candle life ignited, snuffed,
to float out to the stars, unseen,
where memory is like the rising mist
that one time only
may refresh the morning air.
~
Categories:
siphon off, anniversary, father, earth, father,
Form: Free verse
Another year nebs by zero
As empty gardens gate outflux
By delusions picket, white and wooden
Lined long sidewalk memories crooks
Bits of heart still scattered amidst the grass
Cross seasons, forever weathered change
A tear, a leaf ...a flake always fall away
Like you, the sapor in my life astray
Deep within me somewhere still
You so much, siphon off my energies
To waste and wither in each of waking days
Teetering upon the edge, thus living off of fantasies
Puddles in my dreams, kept upon my nighttime pillow
From where I stand wishes within the day, and wait
Onto worn tiles intimate below my peering window
Outside, "Dead End" a road sign reads, and in my mind...
down a one way street
Categories:
siphon off, depression, lost love, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Another one for Andrea D.
Imagine a vast vat of liquid
Covering 5 football fields
33 feet deep in manure
Think of the energy yields
When big piles are seen
Of manure all green
Most people just see piles of crap
But if truth be told
It's a pile of pure gold
When you siphon off gasses you trap
On a dairy farm in Golden State
Experts on gas sit and wait
They push poop in a hole
Cover it like a bowl
And just let the gas ruminate
With nearly 2 million cows in this far western state
You have to admit the potential is great
Just getting these cows to be hole-potty trained
Will yield a great deal of cow-poop methane
And the methane gas gathered this way
Can be sold to the grid so they say
So the smell's not quite honey
It's the smell of good money
And we've finally made gas passing pay
So that's what this company did
With some cows and a hole with a lid
With a scoop and a scrub
And this gigantic tub
Cows are now passing gas to the Grid
Mdailey
Categories:
siphon off, animals, business, satire, science,
Form: Rhyme
My blood never aches unless she is nearby Ameoba foamed at the mouth while repenting
sedative games Larvae linguistics of dead tongues fold the river by the lips I got a
prayer that’ll siphon off our blood As water quenches a blazing fire God damns my shadow
bound by the sender The burns a taunting to dissolve in you I gotta rid this world of one
who is starving A monument hidden from ravens in the sand
Categories:
siphon off, confusion, death, introspection, lost
Form: Free verse