Ergo Poetry -

retro

frost42_24 — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 20:02:15 -0700

the season brushes through me
cool
crisp like the night
I fell with you

delightful gray skies
and hearts
hand held
full of promises

we knew we'd never keep...

I call it art

frost42_24 — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 20:01:47 -0700

I painted you like an artist
in my mind

stoic by intent
and paraded with defenses

captured perfectly
in a moment

where I could hold you all my life
and call it art

Deflected from our own Recollection

no_exit — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 12:29:03 -0700

A decibel which was never sounded
apart from something and not only
sounded but wrung proddingly
was not heard. The event
of its unnoticed creation
was post-existing, very much
like the unexpected
crash of its unremarkable
making--a word never formulated
nor something on which
thoughts linger. Unexperienced
and unrecollectable, the moment
is unperturbed, indefinable.

"But the water surface ripples,
the whole light changes"

On the distraction of the magic lantern

no_exit — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 12:28:12 -0700

In the midst of space
and banners is a littered waste
that yields more pointing
than parsing--so much has passed
that an account of intervals
(a promise, a perspectiveless
taste) measures meaning (a sacred,
a whole sacred as less whole) and so,
in the midst of lunch and logistics
and yesterday's paper, and more news
buried, and a belatedly unfurnished
reaction to the unblemished
brains of big science
on the back page, there is no
account of the dim wondering
what our position is now.

"Then the sight of you
this morning, in the light, sometimes
the interval ..."

opened like a flame upon a fingertip

softserve — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 15:50:15 -0700

Opened like a flame upon a fingertip, and collapsed beneath the
blue
euphoria of your name, your rain pangs
sex
sex
sex
onto the
roof of the dump-
ster of this earth splashing in a mud mad hissing spectrum of boiling water—your shadow
shapely and wonderful
against the blooming sunset, here, now, present, future, gone, my tongue scrapes
these purple rose petals for the
honeybee’s golden powder dilemma—cottonwood falls—the thing is you are so beautiful, I could string together
your tears

daring to make progress

frost42_24 — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 10:19:36 -0700

the resistance to change is powerful
but is no match for endurance
when powered by the heart

while there are plenty
who are satisfied with what is-
even in a lacking state,

there are more with eyes set
on the possibilities
who dream of something more

and despite all the grays
that many paint
to muddle the lines

so they can cast stones
at both sides
in hopes neither will prevail

what is right and just
is still ever present
and visible

to those with the conviction
to seek it
despite the odds

to those who defend it
against the opposition
of mediocracy

the rest of the world

ana — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 17:25:03 -0700

i climbed that fucking -fucking hill for
so many years
up
tired
rest
more up
more tired
less rest.

then one day
i must have reached the top,
because i just didn't feel tired anymore

though i was afraid, momentarily, that i'd have to work my way back down
(down, more tired, rest, more down)
but it was then that i noticed
i was on a plateau

i sure the hell hope this shit keeps going for a really long time

erotiku: summer

no_exit — Sun, 30 May 2010 08:03:15 -0700

wave after wave
of summer heat
our naked bodies

...

tangled sheets
reflected in your eyes
my eyes

...

between your legs
my mouth
reciting pleasure

...

skin on skin
the sound of water
sloshes from the tub

a friend of mind

kpaul.mallasch — Wed, 26 May 2010 18:03:52 -0700

as toni said
she is a friend
of mind - lady
morrison
momentarily
misplaced -
out of time -
steep lines,
word crimes.

she put the
pieces back
together, man,
all in the right
order after she
gather them.

seven May haiku

no_exit — Tue, 25 May 2010 20:42:34 -0700

calico curtains
flutter in the kitchen
a scent of lilacs

...

apple blossoms
floating to the ground
a house wren's trill

...

dawn breeze
through the open window
a cardinal singing

...

above the grapes
a flittering monarch
drunk on sunshine

...

a cloud of gnats
hovering in the grass
first drop of rain

...

eccentric neighbors
dancing in the wind
a lawn of daisies

...

faded lilacs
a black-capped chickadee
sings from branch to branch

moon, lite

kpaul.mallasch — Mon, 24 May 2010 22:48:17 -0700

moon light
moon bright
only moon
i see tonight

fight moon
tight moon
moon flight
tongue tied

moon work and the loss of it

kpaul.mallasch — Sun, 23 May 2010 16:20:35 -0700

that was the way to explain it perhaps -
the loss of it - the build up to the
moment - the peaks of pleasure
and then the sudden and intense
drop back to the lunar surface to
inhabit his own skin and see
the reality seeping from the
walls around him and there
are times when even sleep
does not offer solace from
the come down, from the
loss of it - be it Christmas
morning joy or her presence -
and her presents in the present
cause me to falter and stumble

WHER ARE THE POEMS?

davidallen — Sun, 23 May 2010 05:07:36 -0700

WHERE ARE THE POEMS

Where are the poems?
I looked in all the familiar
Places and failed to find
A line that I could use.
I wanted to ask my muse
For a shot of inspiration,
But she slept the sleep
Of the jet lagged
And I feared waking her
Would result in words too tart.
I looked in the bathroom
And behind the bar,
But found no Bukowski hidden there.
The fridge offered no Ferlinghetti.
So I went out back, but Jack
Must’ve been somewhere on the road.
No words, no poems.
No Ginsberg in my ginseng tea,
No Billy Collins cropped
Up in my cup,
And Cummings apparently

What Monday at work was like after drinking beer, awamori and whiskey with Satan’s son and sister ...

davidallen — Mon, 17 May 2010 05:05:56 -0700

What Monday at work was like after drinking beer, awamori and whiskey with Satan’s son and sister as told in the actual note I left for a co-worker…

I came

I threw up

I went home.

Becca

wabipenache — Thu, 13 May 2010 09:18:25 -0700

I smell the wares a baking
oven's a blaze
fiery furnace
heated
fury
you are a beauty
stained apron
chalk dusted face
a taste
just a sample
sweet sour
icing
glazed
eyes
staring back
into a sugary
delight

Strange Events, Incomprehensible

no_exit — Tue, 04 May 2010 07:29:21 -0700

Such those radically a new guided events
events view events new those such,
I new changing ordinary mean point radically events --
have events new such I because life events.

Surrounding them result and necessary guided epochs
epochs very epochs necessary them surrounding,
influence necessary creating of man's person result epochs --
had epochs necessary surrounding influence became life epochs.

Say their reached aim not grasp events
events very events not their say,
inner not call only moment pursuit reached events --
hidden events not say inner broader life events.

starship

kpaul.mallasch — Sun, 02 May 2010 20:15:43 -0700

welcome to the starship
writing words on the walls
of the halls while passing
quickly to tend to the many
holes and save points on
the moon before mars or
beyond - the starship arcs
or somehow sparks across
this universe and this one
verse was cursed upon his
soul - one way to go - let the
words flow - pennies per
word - the starship goes.

one sided love

wabipenache — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 20:18:29 -0700

Alone
not lonely
living life fully
looking
watching
willing to wait
wondering what it would be like to love again
it had been so long
afraid of running out of time
love did come for an instant
just a fleeting glimpse of what could be
dreams
empty as a heart
beaten black and blue
broken
glass shards
lacerating walls
blue to red
inside out
gasping for oxygen
escaping the trapping confines
of one sided love

deja vu crossroads

kpaul.mallasch — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 14:53:25 -0700

at the next set
of crossroads
he started off
in a new direction,
wondering if the deja
vu flashes meant he had
taken the right path to
find the fabled garden
of timeline possibilities.

he laughed at himself,
and just kept moving forward,
branches forever branching.

what If

wabipenache — Sat, 24 Apr 2010 14:32:04 -0700

Just when I thought
i could go on forever
dancing in frequencies
bodies minds blending beating
heart
blood pumping as psychedelic light
riding the wind
pushing the edge
living in the moment

falling flat on face bricks
freaking
freak accident
guilty of neglect
unconsciously

what if
it could have been
the end of my friend
and my friendship

Off the Map

no_exit — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 10:58:09 -0700

Except for faces and hands, there is no surface
that defines our mutual convergence.

“Your blue is clear / as on the first day.
In your presence I am a man …”

She stared at the sky, asking herself, “How much poetry
will a man use, like a dog, sniffing at crust?”

I replied, “For the answer to become clear,
we simply need to ask.”

“But your grandfather and grandmother gradually
forgot. Your relatives all forgot.”

She thought breeding education should accompany
the general education: “Oh, I’m an average breeder.”

“The ram leaped / and the seal

easter island mysteries

kpaul.mallasch — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 23:31:38 -0700

she peers into me,
she pours into me
like lemonaid or tea
on a hot summer's day
and i love the way the
weight of the world
just goes away
and the sway
of the silence -
a careful balance
of anticipation and
endurance - patience
wrapped in an essence
of various immediate
moments and me-
mories, come
with me, share
those stories,
and wherever
the wait went
or whatever i
really meant
cement the
thoughts - the

Blue Fuck Buddy

wabipenache — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 17:45:17 -0700

touch
no
response
feeling
your soft skin
so warm
sexy
longing
for your
touch
that seldom comes
looking
into
your eyes
I know
you love me

I see it

take me
love me the way i love you
my friend

I could write you letters
that would make you melt
but
I am
real
kind
what do you want

beginning to pack
the feelers are out

don't want to
give up
but it may
be time
to move on.

yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever

frost42_24 — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 15:11:01 -0700

the world is circular
as is life
this glorious cycle
of perpetual rounding
the same corners
over and again
lifetime and again
choices and again
finding we are starting
back from the same place
each time

the human condition-
we build
so we will have something
to deconstruct
we form alliances
to create separation
from others
so we’ll have
someone to fight
and someone on our side

we create expectation
so we’ll have something
to complain about
when we are disappointed
we create exclusivity
to feel superior
but provide charity
to feel justified

Artemis

wabipenache — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 16:50:12 -0700

Her heart filled with love of beasts
she sleeps and dreams of wilds
creek meandering
talking against rocks and sand
turning from bending arcs
they run together
canine and huntress
Artemis
Father uncertain of the passion
for the creature affections
She is the truest heart
the beasts know her devoted holiness
trusting lives and worshiping her presence
In synchronicity they gallop through fields of Day Lilly
and soft white fluff
whirling
canter
full to run
together blending souls
human
animals

Fantasy Love

wabipenache — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 11:29:43 -0700

I have made myself opened for Love
I have loved and been loved
Love is a respect of friendship, making each other happy and enjoying each other
I want so badly to have someone who loves me the same, the same desire, the spontaneous and not the created.
The magical love that is not inhibited synchronicity. Not merely playing along to spare someone’s feelings or create false hopes just out of comfort.
Not giving and taking, only to find that you feel that you have given more that you have received.

enchantress

wabipenache — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 17:12:56 -0700

lips
chapped
tattooed
pierced
body
length
coal
black
waves
riding
bronze
indigenous
skin

enchantress

takes
me
so
far
so
good
no
best
you
know
you
have
me

birds of the air

wabipenache — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 11:16:17 -0700

on the edge of star vation
like Monet
Van
Go
driving driven
hunger
eating lead paint chips
burning belly
full of fire
creative juices
flowing going
no where
fast
who needs food
money
bills
birds of the air niether reap nor sow
who eats like a bird?

slow down

kpaul.mallasch — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 17:09:07 -0700

slow down
watch the
roses grow
even slower
time manip-
ulation, undue
undulations, or
so called ripples
in time. there - it
just moved ever
so slightly - rose
petals unfolding
to reveal the
secret of a
universe
wrapped
in patience.

Ironic Perception

berri — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 02:40:50 -0700

As my body pH ages
And my neuro-connectors put on coats
I join the portal realm
into your dreams
this time.
(Instead of you
joining mine).

After I send you to the end of my last dream
I appear in your mind
duplicate
Doppleganger
that laughs at your
present naked body,
on the bed of
smashed
peas.
Vulnerable,
Where millions of birds
in this forest fly over,
awaiting to spill
more.

And I reply,
"This is you, not me.
I'm not responsible
for your expectations."

I tie you to the bed
with wet leather bands,
and then dress my original
copy in vinyl,
while saying,

Bacchanalia

no_exit — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 12:26:13 -0800

When in heaven they said Hell. Was it hell for them.
Once they said Oyster.
We countered with Foie Gras Mousse.
Can you smile for appearances.
Are we dignified and merry.
Have they the proper understanding.
"Ascending pure, the bell-like fame."
Our place in life.
Who wields the shovel
And who does not.
We speak at great length about weather.
Smile politely over Cocktails.
And we swallow.

Pawing

softserve — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 20:24:57 -0800

Cracking the coming dawn,
the sun, fractured like an egg,
oozes golden pus streaming a jagged horizon.

Shadows blaze the forest, rattling leaves;
bending the hanging rusted maples—no sparrows,
no silence here, oh, what became of silence?

People's tongues are strung to their yearning.
People are penetrated with holes.
People crawl out of their lives;’ constant pause

three hay(na)ku

no_exit — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 17:20:12 -0800

Vallejo
stretching wide
along the saltmarsh

...

dawnlit
flute invites
a junco's trill

...

eating
soup until
the spoons chime

beneath the lonely cry of gulls

no_exit — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:11:54 -0800

happiness
entails sand, blue sky,
and a tide that lifts
shared laughter to the height
of nakedness

Sauna

softserve — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 14:47:02 -0800

Saunas, my love, recreate the laughter
of a playroom in the mansion of grace.
Lacey teeth arching ever after
hot and sharp at the corners of your face
cherish temperatures beating beating beating
wild and free like our hearts, our hearts,
upon playful touches of ever-fleeting
youthful crushes. A primary glance starts
exhilarating a spark dancing, blanching,
spiraling within—Ah! The glimpse grows
to all-out and overheated prancing
of irises—the radiator blows.
Steam hangs so lowly on our lobes,
You and me are laughing in our robes.

a love less real

kpaul.mallasch — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:48:28 -0800

a loveless reel
from a black and
white movie from the
golden age of cinema.

ripples

softserve — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 16:23:35 -0800

Layers, interlocking
shale
fingers echo God’s rich
command,
fruitful wind-
ows and fruitful
windows of rain buds, I feel you
up the stairway in-
to a slippery shadow highway. Spring
rises and moons fall voyeur
glaze upon waving waters.

unlocked

frost42_24 — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:11:53 -0800

a deep breath
a shudder
you invade my system
with maddening
propulsion of heart
that can only
be described
as love

a whisper
a sigh
all the denial
we hold
so tightly
by design
can only betray us
in the end

your intrusion-
forcing your way
in to my thoughts
blocking my way
to the rational
and stretched far
beyond the bounds
of reason

warning signs
flashing all around
every red flag
waving furiously
before me
and all I can do
is continue
to invite you in

the death of poetry

no_exit — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 14:57:36 -0800

in disproportionate
numbers
the audience
for all
new
music

composed
sang
and played
guitar piano & flute

would we then
declare

the death of music?

the destruction of language [aphasic paradigm]

no_exit — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 11:42:18 -0800

adjective [quantitative specific capitalized] noun [singular] article [definite] noun [plural capitalized] verb [auxiliary past third] verb [past] preposition [locational] article [definite] noun [singular] punctuation [stop] break article [indefinite capitalized] noun [singular capitalized] verb [past third] adverb [locational] punctuation [pause] preposition [accompaniment] adjective [qualitative] noun [singular abstract] punctuation [stop] break article [definite capitalized] noun [plural capitalized] verb [auxiliary past third] verb [past] punctuation [pause] verb [past] punctuation [pause

the working poor tango

no_exit — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 11:47:07 -0800

with heavy eyes
and worn-down soles
an assembly line of workers
punch the clock
and yawn expectantly

conventional reflex

no_exit — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 11:06:20 -0800

five by six by five --
a droll self-conscious ku
counting syllables