how dare they try to medicate our thoughts
in order for us to become more like
the exoskeleton shell
of what they think
we should be?
we are asked to
cling with dead claws
to dried out branches
of what society deems
respectable institutions,
but how could that possibly eradicate
the subversive unseemliness
and the discomfort in which
they find themselves
when we are deeply
involved in our own
conversations?
however puzzling and tiresome
the rhetoric can be,
i will never apologize
yet constantly recognize
the power of our ability to rise above
and sink to depths which
until now
were unexpected of
humans.
Categories:
unseemliness, adventure, angst, mystery,
Form: Free verse
If I think I’m Clever, Well,
I should know, I’m really saying nothing
At All.
Dreaming,
The Dead sleep in my Sleeves,
Whispering, They Point
How far to that Furniture polished, dyed brighter than blood,
Of far stretched Dream,
Of Rose, Easy on the stem.
Hoo?, I knew?
spoon?
the Wriggling through Wounds,
Of Air, Loose and Smutty.
Garish Shade of sometimes Lean, Battered Fruit of Fume and Harlot Queen,
Taste, For your manner is moist, your eyes Far to Jolly.
Motionless vague {Lifts} of a Hand
And steel fingers Drifting through Conflicted smoke.
Mere Glance, Of Flick,
Pink Thorn Ash And throat bound Tongue,
Your Head Collapses from imagined Sins.
And Yet such
Is my
Unseemliness.
-thend-
Categories:
unseemliness, devotion, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, life,
Form: Free verse