tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24287857831608669232024-03-12T00:51:10.670-04:00Asphodel MadnessPOETRY! POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! POETRY!opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-40327058020299503652010-09-06T15:42:00.001-04:002010-09-10T03:02:03.388-04:00my new blog<a href="http://asphodelmadness.wordpress.com/">http://asphodelmadness.wordpress.com/</a>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-63812617940104885802010-09-04T21:22:00.001-04:002010-09-05T07:58:35.117-04:00The Writer Buries Himself in The Mud Until The Next Rainy Season<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">by <b>Melanie Browne</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 10.9954px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >where, once again,</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >he will ramble </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >through the menagerie</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >of chaos,</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >mating with </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >the masses,</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >hoping his carrion</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >offspring</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >will deliver</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >the wake-</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >up-call</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >that </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >nudges</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >the sleeping</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-indent: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >mobs</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >out of their</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >peaceful</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >stupor</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-41909545580412564492010-09-02T16:56:00.003-04:002010-09-03T17:23:55.102-04:00BAD CHESTER RYAN<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">after taking his sweet time</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">nibbling at his last meal
<br />he smoked a cigarette
<br />despite quitting years ago
<br />and he listened absently
<br />as the preacher tried hard
<br />to console him with passages
<br />from the Bible he never read
<br />and telling Bad Chester Ryan
<br />If you believe you'll be saved
<br />but Ryan believes he's beyond
<br />the pale and hope is a tiny thing
<br />that will burn with him
<br />in that chair and after this
<br />he can rest his murdering bones
<br />under deep ground where
<br />he can't hurt another living soul
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
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</b><br />
brown leaves<br />
on the steps, from<br />
rust and green<br />
to ashen like<br />
the last weeks.<br />
Now on the<br />
metro, I’m sniffing<br />
for something that<br />
smells like<br />
nail polish remover,<br />
for someone<br />
with a bomb.<br />
Last night I<br />
dreamed I gave a<br />
reading but I<br />
couldn’t find any<br />
poems I wanted.<br />
When I open my<br />
mouth, I spit a<br />
black rose<br />
<br />
<br />
*<a href="http://www.blogger.com/*Lyn%27s%20website:%20http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm">Lyn's website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm</a><br />
<div><br />
</div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-5967951654563436602010-08-31T06:22:00.001-04:002010-08-31T06:23:50.603-04:00thank god I’m a poet<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by </span></span><meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tommy Hobbe</span></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I scraped this dog shit poetry off of the sole of my soul</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">with a termite infested wooden prosthetic hand</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and splattered it onto the back of an unpaid parking ticket</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">
<br /></span></div><div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">it’s as lovely as chainsaw sodomy preformed post mortem</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">feels like I’m holding up my warm slimy intestines</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">for the leisurely perusal and cockeyed judgment of zombies</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">it all began when some modern lit teacher said</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">that my bloody vomit looked like abstract art</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">since that moment I’ve crucified my pride daily</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">
<br /></span></div><div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">so that chronic spiritual masturbators</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">could watch this trailer park freakshow with outraged eyes</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and be reassured that they're not as fucked up as some people</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">
<br /></span></p><div style="border-bottom-width: medium; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; text-align: left; border-left-width: medium; border-left-style: none; border-left-color: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; border-top-width: medium; border-top-style: none; border-top-color: initial; border-right-width: medium; border-right-style: none; border-right- text-decoration: none; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-29831437119223753492010-08-30T07:39:00.002-04:002011-03-16T20:57:36.376-04:00SUCH KNOWLEDGEby <b>Richard Godwin</b><br />
<br />
What do I know<br />
About the perfume of midnight cemeteries<br />
Or the blood rose<br />
With no thorns at all<br />
<br />
What do I know<br />
About the hand that touches me in the dark<br />
And stops my blood beating in my veins<br />
Or the ice in my ear<br />
<br />
When I hear an avenue of hummingbirds<br />
The sounds they make full of the colour of their wings<br />
What do I know<br />
About the hidden desires of my<br />
<br />
Loved ones whose faces change in twilight<br />
What do I know<br />
About the veins that trace a journey on a leaf<br />
Or the hidden energy of airopiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-73766262682538963852010-08-29T19:50:00.001-04:002010-08-30T15:35:43.668-04:00SORT OF A NEW BEGINNING<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Steven Gulvezan</span></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Alabaster in the shining moon</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">His buttocks and belly were bare</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He sank into the pond</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A chain of stones around his neck</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A garland of honeysuckle in his hair</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">His skin so pale shone luminous when wet</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He wished a wish to sink and drown</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And forget—</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But he could not…</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And as he struggled to die</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All his hatred</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And jealousy and fear</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bobbed up within his brain</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Causing him much grief…</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Much more so, indeed, than the water</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That was trickling into his lungs and</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Not really suffocating him…</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He bobbed to the surface</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sucked in the air</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ripped off the stones</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And clambered – cursing</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Both life and death –</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Back onto the beach</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 17px; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And returned to this world again</span></span></span></p><div><span style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12pt;"><br /></span></div></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-23568894839667280392010-08-29T04:43:00.001-04:002010-08-29T04:43:25.797-04:00Artist's Sonby <strong>Mathias Nelson<br /></strong><br />The artists are dandelions:<br />There are so many of them<br />unwanted.<br /><br />God called my mother<br />a dandelion<br />and told her she was<br />better than all the other<br />flowers.<br /><br />Wasn't too long<br />till they chopped off her head,<br />poured weed killer<br />across her stem<br />and she drank it up,<br />became a member of society:<br /><br /><em>bane</em>.<br /><br />But not before she born me.<br />And I'm still a seed<br />flipping in the breeze<br />past the wanted flowers,<br />one of the few artists<br />who's still got a head.<br /><br />But the mower is always<br />in the distance.<br />And who knows where<br />this wind will carry me?—when<br />we are all destined to be<br />shitty poems.<div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-33704920676721581552010-08-27T19:52:00.000-04:002010-08-27T19:53:28.816-04:00HAREM<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">by <b>Hugh Fox</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Her ummmmmm, my third wife, sixty-four,<br />talking full time about "Everyone in my<br />family died in their sixties," although<br />(a face-lift 5 years ago) she looks fortyish,<br />e-mails every day from wife-possibles from<br />way back, sending me pictures of grandkids<br />("For me that's what counts, genetic continuation)<br />photos of themselves, poems, publishing questions,<br />when can I come out to Carpinteria to visit, five<br />months since Joey died (shark), "Let's meet in<br />Chicago," or this skin-cancer beauty in New<br />Hampshire, "The surgery went great, come for<br />a visit before the first snow...," my ex-student<br />in L.A., pals for 50 years, "This widow stuff is<br />crap...I need you...," a bunch of fucking saint-<br />whores, amazed at how the legs still hold up,<br />the surgically-chemically helped faces, and<br />always this sense of almost supernatural<br />get-together-foreverness, what I needed was<br />five lives and a theology that said "Who you<br />love you marry, forget numbers...." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-21790805573560510932010-08-26T23:27:00.001-04:002010-08-26T23:27:33.517-04:00Conspiracyby <strong>Lisa Zaran</strong><br /><br />I won't be long<br />but I might be late.<br />Don't wait up.<br />The red moon is up.<br />Stars blink like<br />frightened eyes.<br />Guilt shackles my<br />naked form to life<br />and from the corner<br />of my mind I laugh<br />because I know not<br />how to react to anything<br />right.<br />My children glint<br />like little lakes,<br />swallowing moonlight,<br />hiding their secrets<br />in centers so deep<br />no mother could reach<br />and so I choose to drown.<br />Fathers pass away<br />behind plastic curtains<br />in critical care units-<br />no more minty breath<br />or spinning thoughts,<br />my father dies delicately<br />quiet and all I can think<br />as I slip away, down the corridor<br />of hush and antiseptic<br />is why and what will I do<br />now that there will be no more<br />warm hands and glue and carpentry.<br />Who will fix my broken dolls?<br />Lovers kneel<br />and send flowers<br />while a thousand others<br />tear my pictures in half<br />before throwing them into the fire.<br />My heart is stale.<br />My love is nothing but an astonishing remark.<br />I'd call my latest lover perfect<br />but he has a scar above his lip<br />and his knees are weak from kneeling.<br />He's far from it.<br />Okay, I won't be late<br />but I might be long.<br />If you write, don't expect a reply.<br />I did not pack a pencil.<br /><br /><br />*<a href="http://www.lisazaran.com/">http://www.lisazaran.com/</a><br /><a href="http://www.contemporaryamericanvoices.com/">http://www.contemporaryamericanvoices.com/</a><br /><a href="http://www.dearbobdylan.com/">http://www.dearbobdylan.com/</a><div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-22967991499923823202010-08-25T20:25:00.001-04:002010-08-25T20:25:33.756-04:00For Paradox 5<meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">by </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Matt O'Toole</span></b>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><b></b></span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Like an emptied box of cutlery, Eugene's body falls twisted, limbs woven around themselves.</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Their dry mouths had one other held hostage.</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">His milk white neck embracing her fingers gently like blue tack.</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">They step back from each other, his smile pricking pale balloon pink cheeks,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">He dives in her deep inkwell pupils, swimming in thick road tar black ink.</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">A heavy tear grows in the corner of her eye and rests on her cheek.</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Water streams down the steps thowing cutlery either side,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Buckets of ink dry to chalk and dust.</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "></span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">She steps over his fallen twisted wire body,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">staring at his white flour caked face,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">and smudged crimson lips,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">staring into his marble green eyes,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">She thinks of when they met at Oul' Butters,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">A singed smile in her siren face,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">At old butters, where he held her, glowing and tall.</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">After everything since then, he's just put a barrel to his head,</span>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">and painted all 4 walls.</span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">
<br /></span></b></span></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-25249103628171711442010-08-24T14:44:00.004-04:002010-08-24T14:48:46.638-04:00I AM<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For I am the life and death.<br />For I am the sun and the darkness.<br />I am the power of love and I am the darkness among others.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the time and stars.<br />I am the song which is sung very far.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am not an energy nor entity.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am neither of any religion or soul.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the message of the beloved.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the brother and the father.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the love and the hate.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sometimes, I am nothing but emptiness.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the sex to multiply time and again.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the number added over zero.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the quality of mankind.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the friend and foe.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the sin and sinner.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the silence and crowd.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am the sadness and pain.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am neither any of human words nor human deeds.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Just I am</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Maybe I am</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Let us say, I am, I will be, I was.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So, here I am, here I belong, in this moment of complete solitude</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Because I was, I am, and I will be.</span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Santosh Kalwar</span></span></b></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "><span style="color:black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "><span style="color:black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">*</span></span></b></span></span></span></span><a href="http://kalwar.com.np/">http://kalwar.com.np/</a></div><div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-91320224779693327372010-08-23T17:17:00.000-04:002010-08-23T17:18:10.322-04:00Open<meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; ">by <strong>Lara Konesky</strong>
<br />
<br />proximity can't fuck with muse
<br />it only hurts the physical
<br />only hurts a little
<br />don't even tell me where your home is
<br />unless I open my legs
<br />and it's there</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; ">
<br /></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-6489918232388400622010-08-23T15:43:00.000-04:002010-08-23T15:44:32.835-04:00Life is a sad-slow movie with subtitled romance*<meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; ">by <strong>Kristina Marie Darling</strong>
<br />
<br />And here, Kodak picturesque, my love,
<br />the streets do not end with a damsel taken
<br />her legs splayed and small bills scattered like leaves.
<br />In this strange place, darling,
<br />we dream drugged yellow haze and burlesque shows.
<br />It is so beautiful here I don’t ever want to land.
<br />Someone brings flowers to me in cameo
<br />and the credits fade, with you the dead agnostic
<br />myself left to catch crystals
<br />of methamphetamine cold in your breath.
<br />
<br />
<br />*from Kristina's chapbook "The Traffic in Women" from Dancing Girl Press</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; ">
<br /></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-14129844255519918002010-08-21T20:44:00.001-04:002010-08-21T20:45:17.371-04:00CATAWAMPUSby <strong>Kallima Hamilton</strong><br /><br />Exuberant beatniks in angst-black turtlenecks,<br />secretly dreaming of sunlight and waffles,<br />scrounge their pockets for rhythmic shards<br />of keen poetry and wailing laments.<br /><br />Blow those blues, Daddy-O, blow those blues.<br />Fresh young trees spitting gold cold leaves<br />on urban decay, the way you do a John Wayne<br />with a cigarette into this cement gutter<br />covered with wet newsprint and remnant fries.<br /><br />It's all neon and Pepto-Bismol from here.<br />Some fungi swiped your tree frogs.<br />Sweet confetti of annihilation,<br />save us from the garish fate<br />of baboon-butt bright self love.opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-76414674152032171092010-08-20T19:40:00.003-04:002010-08-20T19:42:03.652-04:00DISCARDED SOCIAL BURDEN<meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16.2037px;">by <strong>Junie Moon</strong>
<br />
<br />Faint rays of sunlight
<br />through a tiny window
<br />caught the spinning
<br />prism, rainbows danced ’round
<br />that tin can trap called home
<br />
<br />Ha, just think, mobile home,
<br />mobile suggesting it would move.
<br />That old bucket hadn’t moved
<br />in thirty years sitting
<br />in grammies back yard
<br />
<br />Feeling trashy was easy
<br />when picking up
<br />food stamps each month
<br />was the high point of life
<br />
<br />Even worse, the way
<br />people look when
<br />getting groceries,
<br />some folks look away
<br />others look on in disgust
<br />
<br />One step above homeless,
<br />a refugee, a pariah,
<br />unwanted, used up, just one
<br />more name on the welfare list
<br />
<br />Finally she heard the baby crying,
<br />so distant, strange, unreal,
<br />all alone, disconnected from all
<br />other life forms
<br />
<br />Poverty and neglect
<br />suffocating her;
<br />strangling a tattered
<br />will to live.
<br />
<br />Just a little light of hope
<br />would, perhaps, give
<br />enough strength to keep moving
<br />
<br />Long ago she had given up on God
<br />or any other type of salvation,
<br />redemption surely did not know
<br />her address but the bill collectors did
<br />
<br />If only she could just leave,
<br />yes, leave this ALL behind
<br />She went down to the river
<br />most every day when
<br />the baby slept
<br />
<br />The water, sparkling, golden,
<br />freedom soaring where the
<br />sky crosses the water</span>
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<br /></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-15251229122487475342010-08-19T04:11:00.002-04:002011-03-16T20:59:45.293-04:00LUST BLOWING UNDER THE DOOR, BRIGHT AS STRAWby <b>Lyn Lifshin</b><br />
<br />
Your smile’s like sun<br />
flowers he said<br />
as tho<br />
embarrassed his<br />
hands were<br />
pressing<br />
awkwardly the<br />
ring on his<br />
second finger<br />
close to her<br />
eyes<br />
from that room<br />
a wheat sea<br />
lust<br />
blew under the<br />
door bright<br />
as straw<br />
and his warm<br />
parts on<br />
her belly<br />
those small<br />
bones that<br />
changed her<br />
small<br />
bones to water<br />
And not even<br />
knowing<br />
his name<br />
until later<br />
when the floor<br />
fell<br />
the room<br />
turned into a<br />
painting<br />
and the paint<br />
cracked<br />
<br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">*Lyn's website: <a href="http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm" style="color: #72179d;">http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm</a></span></div></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-9679074486718055472010-08-18T17:10:00.002-04:002010-08-18T17:23:16.110-04:00The Big Shiny Prisonby <span style="font-weight: bold; ">Ryan Bartek</span><br /><br />Here's a PDF "non-fiction counterculture book" by Ryan Bartek called <span style="font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?bxmozxt4jom">The Big Shiny Prison</a><span style="font-style: italic; "></span></span>. It's a free download.<div><br /></div><div>And another <b><a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesilentburning">The Silent Burning</a></b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>*<a href="http://ryanbartek.angelfire.com/blog/">http://ryanbartek.angelfire.com/blog/</a></div><div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-58106995056151826852010-08-18T17:01:00.001-04:002010-08-18T17:01:44.631-04:00BECAUSEby <strong>Jonathan Hayes</strong><br /><br />it’s the sadness<br />of sulfur, or<br />the fact that<br />suicides are just<br />statistics, that<br />makes me want<br />to love you, while<br />i still exist, and<br />fill in that empty<br />four-letter word<br />with all my blood<br />and breath<div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-89521549005933026162010-08-17T18:00:00.000-04:002010-08-17T18:01:11.928-04:00Westy barby <b>Ben Smith</b><div><br /></div><div><div>No one likes the juke box</div><div>and any time it's on</div><div>the locals ask to have</div><div>it shut off.</div><div><br /></div><div>Every one drinks alone</div><div>but in company</div><div>and quietly</div><div>sip at their beer</div><div>with the thunder</div><div>of loneliness.</div><div><br /></div><div>Every time the door opens</div><div>people snap their heads</div><div>and look to see if it might</div><div>be some one who they</div><div>know and will break them</div><div>from the annoying and</div><div>tedious conversation</div><div>they are having with people</div><div>they hate.</div><div><br /></div><div>The old dudes that read from</div><div>glasses</div><div>and</div><div>they</div><div>have grey hair.</div><div><br /></div><div>Putting 10 buck bets on every race.</div><div><br /></div><div>Any thing to elude them from</div><div>the outside</div><div>and make belive</div><div>that it's okay to be this</div><div>old and</div><div>drunk and</div><div>lonely</div><div>and un afraid</div><div>of death</div><div>or something</div><div>like it.</div></div><div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-85839904802158376782010-08-16T04:57:00.001-04:002010-08-16T04:58:58.381-04:00THE CARNIVAL<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">by </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ben Rasnic</span></span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"><div style="text-align: left; margin-left: 80px; "><span style=" line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">August heat precipitates</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; "></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; "></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">steady rain feathering</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">pink cotton candy swirls</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and watercolor canvas pools</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">quivering in neon funhouse mirrors.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sideshow games tilt</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">from leaded milk bottles</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and greased crystal dishes,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">shooting gallery rifles with bent sights</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and barrels crooked as a raccoon’s penis.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bearded bikers</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sport tattered denim,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">arms plastered</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">in purple ink tattoos</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">man the ride controls.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We ride the Scrambler, the Cyclops,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the Tilt-a-Whirl and finally,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the Ferris Wheel where we kiss</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">until our lips chap, then cozy up</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">in the black curtained booth,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my sweaty palms pressed</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">against her bare naked breasts</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">for the first time,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">nipples pink and swelling</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">like candied apples;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">exit through a mud puddle maze,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ghost image film strips</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">of blurred lives</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and spent quarters</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">trampled underfoot.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 80px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "> </p></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-5929674170437082742010-08-16T03:30:00.000-04:002010-08-16T03:31:18.306-04:00Tuesday, July 7, 2009by <strong>John Kusak</strong><br /><br />8:50 p.m.<br /><br />Gutenberg,<br />removable type,<br />has come a long way.<br />wireless laser printing<br />and now, the new thing is,<br />blogs<br />I hope there is a great poet, still young<br />Somewhere, perhaps in Bogata, or Buena Aires<br />Who writes with a stick in sand,<br />Or charcoal on white ash tree trunks,<br />Who will be captured by Google Earth<br />Each letter disappearing into the cold black sea<br />As the tides push in or the fire blazes.<br /><br />9:02 p.m.<br /><br />I am naked<br />The humidity is causing my lungs to grieve.<br />I relax them with a cigarette<br />which only makes their lugubrious mourn<br />A bit more acrid.<br />The ceiling fan methodically returns by ritual<br />As if not by physics or electricity.<br />Perspiration has risen to form a nice thin sheen<br />of silky sweat off my skin<br />I am watching my cock get bigger and smaller<br />as if it has a brain of its own,<br />it's difficult to be serious enough,<br />to feel the un-pleasantries of heat<br />when I am staring at my own penis.<br /><br />9:12 p.m.<br /><br />The last 25 minutes have been a waste of time<br />Please forgive me, reader<br />These poems rather suck,<br />Sometimes writing makes me feel as if<br />I am dissolving in time to a climax tragically in decline<br />These times, I need to go outside<br />And change my tires.<div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-24708088447097170082010-08-13T21:08:00.000-04:002010-08-13T21:09:27.010-04:00gun shots bust like nickel plated cherry blossoms<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">by </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">David Smith</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">gun shots bust like nickel plated cherry blossoms</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">pulled from the waistband of low jeans</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hidden in the sleeves of Richmond sweatshirts</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">blooming the shatter of auto glass explodes</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">with the impact of wayward chevrolets</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">at twenty third and rheem while</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">mothers fly from living rooms and bound</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">front steps to snatch babies from front yards</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">behind chain link and denial</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">dragging small arms of frightened</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">screams at mamas fearful urgency</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">overhead metal slams into the siding of old houses</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">burrowed amid termites and unrelenting detritus</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">of slow and persistent consumption</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">these streets are ruled by the warlords</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">whose law is vengeance like winter rain</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">driving hard dark and cold</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">into impotent neighborhoods</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">buried deep into weary rooftops</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that cannot resist them nor repel them</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but pay tribute with diverted eyes</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and avoidance of darkened sidewalks</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">while disclaimed soldiers barter euphoria</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and seek disrespect</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">among the homes of their enemies</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">classmates in the iron triangle</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">children run to school wary of the cars that slow</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and pull to the curb and thump their skin</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">dark figures in dark spaces taunt them</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and provoke scurry and furtive flight</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">into the arms of shit apostles</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p></span></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-27365044530632427742010-08-11T21:05:00.002-04:002010-08-11T21:05:54.781-04:00new chap by Catfish McDaris<a href="http://alt-current.com/pp/pp_item.html#making_love_to_the_rain">making love to the rain</a> check it out.<div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2428785783160866923.post-15681092564608648862010-08-10T06:19:00.001-04:002010-08-10T06:19:53.681-04:00My First Two Killsby <span style="font-weight: bold; ">Jim Davis</span><br /><br />Wrapped in heavy down we are<br />sitting ducks, rotting leaves,<br />when expected to crunch, mash<br />from all the rain and the kick<br />from this .22 is far too strong<br />for prepubescent boys, tears<br />shoulder sinew from soft, fleshy arms.<br /><br />Sparrows sing in the aligned crosshair<br />of my new Red Ryder. plunk. plunk.<br />plunk. One crumples and falls<br />like the seedling of a maple,<br />spinning like a helicopter<br />to the expectant forest floor.<br />I pinch that little bastard by its dead neck,<br />palpate the skull I put holes in<br />and pose for a picture, holler,<br />present the tiny carcass<br />to my father with pride.<br /><br />Buckshot explodes, freckles the cornfield sky.<br />My father winged a goose and I<br />perform a heavy-handed choke that<br />bloodies my leather gloves. I strangle,<br />suffocate, pull life from feathered limbs.<br />I wipe blood on my overalls:<br />warpaint.<div><br /></div>opiumpoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11140170123566682746noreply@blogger.com0