Ergo Poetry -

convergence

frost42_24 — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 19:17:11 -0800

carefully, I calculate
to carve a path to understanding
this element of aging
and the reshaping of priorities
with the passing days

clarity

so sharpening the points
all leading to something
simpler than I'd ever imagined
an ubundance of joy
refreshing
common senses

melancholy

revelations of choices
varying in result
drivers of dissappointment
and celebration
somehow seasoned
in possibilities

awakening

occupy us

wabipenache — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 16:22:00 -0800

one percent
bankers
insurance
lobbyists
wall street bulls
politicians
stacking decks
luxurious
lives
tax
exempt

ninety nine
working
poor
minimum
wage
cutting corners
paying filing tax returns
money
inflated
bread
milk
eggs
gas

Fracking

wabipenache — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:45:47 -0800

death
drinks
black
poison
chemicals

stones
bones
fracturing
emptying pockets
pockets filled $

contaminating
life's
blood
unquenchable
thirst

Skirts & Champagne

kerouac — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 00:48:58 -0800

One more for that golden staircase
it used be skirts and Port wine

Now it’s dresses and champagne

We were never to be

But a moment in time
slowly walking those
steps

Our own tune playing
in our minds

Knowing heaven
was only an embrace

Bad Poems and Tom Waits

kerouac — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 00:26:00 -0800

I cannot help but remember the message

Let’s get a drink &
talk about tomorrows
which will never
come

Trembling lips
meeting once

Beneath an afternoon
sun threatening to quickly to
foster into a night
neither
could replicate or forget

I remember that sweet
gaze
those lips pulled back
into a playful
smile
which was never to be seen
again

The photos
available for judgement
all shallow
mockeries of what I have
known to cross that face

Sleep

kerouac — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 00:07:09 -0800

There she is
wanderin’ through an ol’ cane break
that muse that stole my soul

Dancin' upon a grave
that once held a heart
the very same

She held for a day

Lil' did I know
the obsession
would hold on me
with the grip
of the reaper come to
collect

Now tis’ nothin’
but tears
for a love
lost that meets
GODs feet

As I cry myself
to eternal sleep

Inside you

kerouac — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 00:10:04 -0800

Waxing poetic tonight
sleep avoids my simple grasp
dreaming of you
wondering
are you there
in that darkness alone
reaching out for my wandering
hand

I can feel you
words on the screen

Hearing that sweet
lilting voice in my ear
as I toss back and forth
naked beneath these
sheets
we have never shared

I know
the taste of your
beautiful
mouth
as it swallows my
soul

I want to stay
there inside you

Back to me

kerouac — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 01:16:07 -0800

Come back

Please

if only to put out this
fire you left burning
in my heart

Just one second is all it will take

For you to take the taste of your
skin from my tongue

Maybe a minute to pull the painful shards from my feet
of the shattered dreams you left me with

To touch me one more time
before I leave this lie forever

Dreaming of a Muse

kerouac — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 01:11:46 -0800

wheres that baby I held so close
I could taste her breath

wheres that melancholy girl
I kissed in that bar

And that woman
We made love for hours while
thousands of miles from home

Oh now I remember...
She's only here my heart
Trapped forever within
But then again she was only

A dream

Dust to Water

ana — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 04:41:16 -0800

I was cowering, I realize this now
but at the time I had no idea
how small I made myself before your eyes.
So I was waiting for you; kind of.
(but that's something I didn't realize until later.)
I saw your head come up through the attic floor
The small, square opening made for little people,
but somehow, you managed to shift
your broad shoulders through the hole
and up into the heat of the..

..long, hot shower,
I've been standing here in this boiling water
forever-
but really, it's not been longer than 5 minutes. Maybe 10.

Rapunzel

kerouac — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 19:51:10 -0800

Standing below
your
Ivory tower
my neck threatening
to break from craning back so far

Your hair far too short to reach me
so I claw and scrape my flesh against the stones
knowing one day it will all fall around me

Then at that moment I will
catch you in these arms

I only pray they will be strong enough to carry you
Home

Fool

kerouac — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 08:07:23 -0800

When does the lie
Stop
You’re not there as I am

At your every whim

Too scared

Admitting you’re decision was poor
As was mine

We bought into the dream

Now our nightmare
Except for one thing
I want to take that chance

If only you believed
You could be truly happy
I will never be that which you wanted
Guess that’s what makes me your
Fool

Fisted

kerouac — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 08:02:48 -0800

Won’t you at least
spit on that fist
before burying it deep

Within my chest
tearing out my soul

That’s what I heard
when I said I loved you

I thought I heard you say
you loved me too

I know we hurt the ones we love the most
but did you really
have to render my heart in the flames of passion
only to leave
me broken and shattered

Lovers War

kerouac — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 07:54:50 -0800

You’ve exposed
my softer side
a salvo of illness
sealed my fate
bringing me to the brink of death

In this war of lovers
there are a few soldiers
willing to fight for
me

I stand upon
the field
a paralytic vision
shell shock by love & lies
root my feet
so I cannot escape

Gagged & Bleeding

kerouac — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 06:27:18 -0800

My gag grows tighter
with every thought of speaking
to you
Odysseus should have
lent me his wax

Alas here I am
tied to your whipping post
every hello
another cut upon my flesh
with every
goodbye

A salt bath
where I cannot
drown to end
this

cave of thoughts, dreams and memories

kpaul.mallasch — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 11:26:33 -0800

just past the cute baby stage
when the terrible twos commence,
other humans begin to throw sticks and
stones and bricks and bones at each other.
at first they're small - not paying attention to the
joys of wonder coming from a child too busy with the
so called real world - but over time they become larger
and more dangerous. by the time we're teens we have so
many that most begin to use the pieces to contstruct walls
and the innocence of childhood is forever lost as we all tend

Constant

kerouac — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 09:56:33 -0800

tangled in hotel sheets
your honey swept lips
falling upon my chest
my hands tracing the line of your thigh

we're not strangers to this
it always comes to the here and now
laying next to one another

speechless
we don't need words

after a decade of picking
up the pieces of failed
lovers and spouses
yesterday,today, and future alike

we are just a
constant

Falling Dust

ana — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 09:00:07 -0800

when we are broken
and the pieces fall only when the moon allows-
we get caught up in the time-line of other people's wishes.
and a crack that starts somewhere at my big toe, and ends in my skull.
so parts of me are lost, like a sidewalk that has crumbled beneath 245 years of troubles walking over it.
Scattered crumbs of concrete, spread into the grass. Lost from its host forever.
and i stand here, directing my anger at the floor. troubled lines of wood forever taunting me with whispers. (I know that no one else can hear them. )
I turn away from the pain, and toward the wind.

Never Goodbye

kerouac — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 14:28:00 -0800

I thought I knew the truth
with those whispered lies I found solace
so easily

Now thousands of miles away
there's only pain
I've admitted I knew the reality

Yet still I wait

Tortured by every word
never wondering but always knowing
how easy it is for you

I should have said

Goodbye

snuffed

frost42_24 — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 22:47:21 -0800

amidst all the uncertainties
there is a hidden confidence

the rip
the thread

and a thousand
willing seamstresses

the disarray of emotions
is spilling out the sides

when you'd thought
that it was empty

patch-work-quilted
in the comfort

of the scraps of peace
you find

in a bed of misgivings
flowered in pretenses

but only picking
the one that's real

just to watch it wither
before you

there was a shine
that lit the world

two takes on a thought

frost42_24 — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 01:18:20 -0800

take 1~

the limbs are bare
exposed to the elements
vulnerable,
without
the cover of obvious beauty
shuddering at the slightest breath
and reachout out for shelter
in the season's embrace
swept up in the moment
and carried by the restlessness
of falling over and again

take 2~

my limbs are bare
exposed to your elements
vulnerable
without
the cover of obvious beauty
shuddering at your slightest breath
and reaching out to you
be sweet to me like
you once were

Impossible Dreams

kerouac — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 19:31:05 -0800

Weren't we great
that moment
in that garden

Where we spoke of
impossible dreams
never to come

Such a family
we could have been
if you could have
only believed

In me

Scarred

kerouac — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 19:28:19 -0800

Scars & misconfigurations
cover this flesh

You once knew
its changed
the simplistic grim smile
is more menacing than before

You wouldn't know that
for you refuse to see me
no more calls, far too few messages, barely knowing i'm alive.

Silence

softserve — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 21:25:03 -0700

Come, my golden one, I pray
your rhythms that move me like a flame
cache me out. I clang, wail for the way
your eyes once felt when they came
clothing me with pride and white noise.
Come, wet my deaf lips with song!
Remember, love, the tympanis and toys,
the sax, castanets, swells, and gong!
I remember, too, disappearing
into you, forgetting my own sound,
when only sharp tones of reappearing
were bends on bridges over muted ground.
Ah, silence! Oh! Please return!
As in peace, in rest, in womb, in urn.

Whirl Wind

ana — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:21:54 -0700

Greed costs so much more than plain and simple love.

Humility stands tall and strong
forming words into a song
dancing hands on shiny walls

Little girl, little girl;

round and round she spins on the brown,
dry grass
trying not to fall.

Not a game.

Her hands outstretched to the naked, crippled trees,
trying to reach anything,
anyone
grasping at straws
or stars-

oh the stars,
they really do walk backwards
just like the lower case e.e. says.
As she spins, she sees them
racing away from her.

Little girl, little girl;

She thinks if she spins forward,

Salt & Sweet

kerouac — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 20:36:36 -0700

If you could have seen me shaking
Like a detox junky after we said
Goodbye
Would you be here now?

Did you taste the salt
In those tears in that desert night
Where again I admitted my undying love

Oh how sweet it was
When you so easily kissed away the pain

Its back again
Tonight

But you’re nowhere
To be found

Drinking with Pens

kerouac — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 20:21:55 -0700

Never saw myself here
In this moment
After literally facing death
I was sure we’d be closer

A drink
In one hand and a pen in the other
Jotting down notes and stories
The life we should have had
Guess I’m still holding on

You know they say tomorrow never comes
But I wonder does
Destiny

run away

kpaul.mallasch — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 19:00:28 -0700

the black eyed susan sutra

softserve — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 15:01:20 -0700

Rain at Dick Arboretum, sooth(es) w/ maracas makes the pond come alive in polka dots.

Rain,

in greentime bleeds the pine field amber orange and brown together like Monet.

The smeared world. Joe-rain, that is, straight-down rain, rare

in KS. The black eyes of black-eyed Susans sunflowers coneflowers kneel naked

in dead sway. A dinosaur of a weeping willow hides moist nymphs under her

glistening dress. Once again I’m ditching life. Who was I to think I could disturb

my brain

kpaul.mallasch — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 16:23:28 -0700

my brain in your lap
listen to the tap, tap,
tap at the door to the
wall of the room with
a view of the moon so
soon it seems unreal
or too much like dream
material released wist-
fully.

your brain on my lips
the connection, the
bliss of the kiss
of synapses
only touch
too tough
no rough
stuff up
close.

Grand Guiginol

kerouac — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 01:12:18 -0700

How much longer
Must I danse in this
Grand Guiginol

Loving you
With every fiber of my being
Denied at every turn

A bloody red curtain drawn across
A dark heart that you
Know is yours to mold and shape
But lays writhing in my chest

A person
Broken
Over the shoulders of
Collosi
Left as a whimpering child

Awaiting the rescue of their
Silent muse
Dwelling in the reflections of
What could have been
Beautiful

Get it Right

kerouac — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 01:11:39 -0700

Tell me
How am I going to do it?

How do I get it right?

You know I am your fool

Will you take my hand
Dance with me
Naked in the rain of
A desert night

The mud clinging to our feet
Beneath the pinhole sky
For no other reason
Than
Love

Soul

kerouac — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 01:10:42 -0700

Can’t you see
The terror in my eyes
That exists
For the love I have found
Inside of you

I don’t have the answers you seek
I know only that I have found
Love

Why deny it

Fame, fortune, & money
I know
This is what you’re used to
I cannot give you this

I can only give you
My
Soul

Here & Now

kerouac — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 01:09:04 -0700

Why now?
Why here?
Is it because I was weak
Did you know I would fall all too easily
For that soul that knew me

Too many years I have searched for you
Now you stand right in front of me and all I can hold
Is an empty hand
Extended into that darkness where
You’ve forgotten my soul

Today

kerouac — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 01:08:18 -0700

Why can you not see
The tears that fall
My eyes closed tightly against the pain
That comes from the words you say

Is it ever enough that I love you
Maybe too much

When comes the time
When you fall into my arms
Sheer joy spread across
That beautiful face
I remember
So easily

kerouac — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 01:06:51 -0700

Years have passed
Changes in career and lovers
Abound
All shadows now
Darkened memories of a man
Who searched for an answer
In the arms of a waiting women
Finding alcoholics, junkies, and even the occasional
Good girl
Only to fall short and wanting
In one place or another

Today
I have the identity
You’ve so easily given
Knowing my soul better
Than I ever hoped

Somehow
Gods cruel joke
Has me in his arms
For now I have
No one to share
This with

A perfect bedlam

no_exit — Fri, 23 Sep 2011 15:08:59 -0700

About. About me. About something.
About the gas lamps. A cabman.

A cold gloomy. Across the road. Afterwards.
Against. A gloomy evening.

All day. All night. All over.
All soaked with rain. All the sciences.

All this month. All up. Almost menacing.
Almost suddenly. And.

And a comfortable arm-chair. And all the problems. And almost ceased.
And answered. And a sort of stream.

And began thinking. And began watching. And begs.
And between them. And called me.

And crossing themselves. And do you know. And forget them.
And go as they will. And had been spending.

Liberty Plaza, NYC

kpaul.mallasch — Tue, 20 Sep 2011 02:17:28 -0700

park with a new name
wishing i was there
feeling the energy
all the way over
here - people
hearing the
truth slowly
information
leaks for a
"non-event"
as corporate
media calls the
big anti-corporate
peaceful protest ...

Stretto

ana — Sat, 17 Sep 2011 06:57:39 -0700

I crawled out of yesterday, and into today.
It was no accident.
---- I checked the calendar and saw the words "be a real person today"
and I thought:
Again?
So I scanned the floor for your pants
but they were gone-
and I realized you must have left shortly after the Ny-Quil
took my brain out of my head and set it on the pillow.
I knew I'd find you downstairs,
typing or thinking
or
believing. Or not.
So after my shower (be a real person today)
I snuck downstairs,
and there you were.
Hands in your pockets, refusing to look at me.

Marrow

kerouac — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:40:42 -0700

here I am
waiting for you
deeply
buried in this
spilt mans soul

can you not see it
beneath the feet you walk upon

suck me in with the simplistic words
falling from your lips to pull
me back into your embrace

venom coursing through the
arteries and veins

oh the sweet sound of your voice
heard so rare
Wanting to run...away

then
you're there to pull me
in
that soft embrace
felt so briefly

draining away that
life
to which you gave hope

such a grand emotion
this
love

so needed
berated
hated
revered and...lost

Upon the lips

Confused

kerouac — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:22:30 -0700

aged,fat,broken smile
does it matter
young,thin,beautiful teeth
It all matters in the end
Kerouac and Cassady
match made in hell
We are who we are

I want to know you

But you know

Nothing of me

That sad broken poet
that lays in the bottle of port
that you step over as you enter the realm of

Dreams, nightmares, sex, death, and...

Port

kerouac — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 11:01:02 -0700

My sweet love
Raise your weary head from
The waves tossing and battering you about
This bitter ocean

Look into the distance

There is a light
At first it seems dim but then brightens
With every blink of your eye

Don’t fight and struggle
Know that you will come home
Allow yourself to float along
Breathing in

Then out
You’re not alone

It’s closer now

It’s me
Standing on that shoreline
Arms open wide
The fire in my heart
Burning brighter as you approach then dimming
As the ocean pulls you back