Something sits unsaid
and never takes form
but seems lifelong, a shadow
that occupies a space
and yet has no shape
nor gives a hint of where
it's from.
It falls across the mind
from up ahead
or reaches out of somewhere
behind, way back where
memory hides or comes
falling from above out of air
or rises up from a pit.
It curls up in a corner
of the soul like an itch,
unreachable, a wayward nerve
carrying a faint pulse,
a twitch as if telegraphed
out of the contractions sweeping
across the dreams
of a sleeping God.
It sips on the ache
that lies just beyond what
can be grasped,
calling out to life cast
in the clay of its brief existence
to come back,
to return once more
to the endless dream
out of which it was born.
Categories:
telegraphed, dream, life,
Form: Free verse
There was that boundary
breached by a thin line,
a transparent nerve
linking two worlds.
My fingers could feel
the constant chatter
conveyed along
that tightened length,
the winds annoyance
and below, the play
of water telegraphed upwards
in a quivering morse.
I sensed
the sweep of currents,
the movement of weed
and the passing drift
of waste shorebound
from the gulf.
Yet something more
had gathered
to find voice there,
something not fitted
to any form
I could catch
and give a name.
A deep resonance
had taken the line
and crossed
that tactile bridge
and into mind.
I was no more
than its clumsy glove
wired to whatever
will it had and chose
to reveal.
Categories:
telegraphed, inspiration, sea,
Form: Free verse
She jumped the cables of this earth and landed on their stratosphere
not much was interlocked inside that interstated space except a high
the coded silence telegraphed in tetrotonic voice was plugged in near
twas' all she heard... computer telepathic knots and sounds of nigh
She had been in an MRI machine and she was saturated in their vibercy
she was a conduit to their human questionaire and viaduct's enscry
pitching her a high pitch sound they pierced the quiet longtitude of chi
then rocked her world with their achromatic lense and telescopic pry
They asked for her binary code dumbfounded and in lack she kept to mute
for it was long ago and way back when the numbers of her match encode
imprinted on the fascmile of mind's extole. Adrift in the sky with no refute
she glided on and found that life is different when your not a metal node
She was sent back to earth with a mind erase and a pencil thin memory
and it was so that when they came to find her many years from then
the only thing that she recalled was the momentary freedom's history
twas' all she knew... that once upon a time she was coded in their glen.
The End.
October 20, 2018
Categories:
telegraphed, space,
Form: Quatrain
The taboo is teeming
I am theologically tired of believing
this transparent telepathic way of seeing
is tinted I try teary eyed and tipsy
trying two twins trained teaching tricking
they're two tough tattooed too tattered toxic for the picking
through this telestic telegraph clocks keep ticking
sex torture telegraphed sickening
tampered teenagers raging bugger flicking
twisted family turmoil cold teeth clicking
tattered soul transparently tragically tripping
theoretically speaking
triangle submission back flipping
tough to take down truly once sipping
I'm like terrible terabytes trenching through computer swamps not slipping
this tea shop no teaspoon for sugar not tipping
torched up time to take two dabs torn bong ripping
with my two feet in the water double dipping
with a tarnished tainted coin for skipping. -TA
Categories:
telegraphed, betrayal, conflict, confusion, imagery,
Form: Lyric
Langston Two
You sent a zygote zinger
A telegraphed sperm by C&P.
Brown, unborn manchild.
Spirit of secret thought
Quickly caught
By my fertile woman mind.
I saw him today, seventh period
He made boisterous cries
Had thick, virile thighs
And with your questioning eyes
He was reaching
Demanding to
Be.
I must name him after you
Langston
Two
Endear him with pretense
A literary sense
A dream name
From the “dream man”
For my dream child.
Bewildering blue bundle of foreshadowed fires
Given life by my secret desires.
1976
11/04/16
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Categories:
telegraphed, baby, crush, dad, dream,
Form: Free verse
hopeless romantic
red rose in a silver vase
telegraphed to you
with my heart
close behind
Categories:
telegraphed, beauty, feelings, love, rose,
Form: Tanka