Poetry archive 1

[LordVreeg]

#235 has that certain something, at least in phases.  you get some good images on that.  The meter is off a bit, but it moves some images.

[Elven Doritos]

Take my hand,
take my heart,
take me apart

revision of an older poem

[Elven Doritos]

She wasn't my salvation,
she was just another
pound of flesh

You think that I am humble?
I'm just looking for my
martinet

You're aching for a lover
but you haven't learned to
shut him out

I know you are not perfect
but it's raining and I
have my doubts

[Elven Doritos]

The vault of ancient subways cracks the sky
The twins are sewn together as they die
Light catches on his lonely wire frame
Buried underneath his coat and name
Mein gott, he operated far too long...
And the surgeon's lonely bones rattle on

Beneath the weeping moon and jungle air
He sits and combs his mane of midnight hair
He shall not be the victim of a grudge
Never shall he bow before some judge
He whistles an old German folk song...
And the surgeon's lonely bones rattle on

The kisses of the vales are moist and warm
The fog is wrapped around his sleeping form
As daylight pries apart his waking eyes
The doctor cannot dream and so he cries
Besmirched, he has been done so wrong...
And the surgeon's lonely bones rattle on

Ash is ash and dust is through and true
The devil has been paid his rightful due
Witches brew a curse to steal his soul
The earth will not accept his body whole
No coffin in the dirt would be so strong...
So the surgeon's lonely bones must rattle on

[Elven Doritos]

There was a strange man with an orange suit
He's counting his blessings against the waves
The days are circling around the drain
The sun shuddering beneath the afternoon rain
The autumn has come, there's no home for slaves
You wouldn't know it, but I was picking up fruit

Looking at the peasants, it's a wonder they're here
I've got a whole pound of misery underneath my ear

Something is rattling, must be a cage
I can hear the squeals of unbound rage
It's the hollow sound of a dying age

The city's full of papers, hanging to dry
A sapphire is gleaming in the setting red sun
On the corner of the street is a New Orleans rag
I see a gypsy dancing underneath a Confederate flag
I can't even walk, so I doubt I could run
I guess this is as good a place as any to die

There's an acrobat singing with a bottle-nosed clown
It was the sound of my stomach but I was settling down

Something is rattling, must be a cage
I can hear the squeals of unbound rage
It's the hollow sound of a dying age

[Elven Doritos]

Once I saw your velvet canvas
and saw the mascara circling your cheeks
and heard the anguish in your voice

Once I took the power from the clocktower
and trapped my mind in static form
looking at a reflection across a glass

I had but this to think and thank you for:
it had been so long and I had forgotten
how to be disillusioned

[Elven Doritos]

Screaming Lennon schizophrenia and then
Dylan skipping in record player
Saw it from a Saw it
from a Saw
it from
a Saw
it from a
Saw it from a

pick up the needle
and dance

[Elven Doritos]

Under the beating heart of the harvest moon
   sit I, with coat and kerchief
   blood-red and in mourning
   slapping together boards
   as the dirt is shoveled on
         on
      on

[Elven Doritos]

I used to tremble with fury at her
scream in empty halls
hunger for the touch
demand satisfaction
surrender myself
imply reflection
breathe
weep
bawl
cry out: THIS IS ME

But then
I also
used to
care

[Elven Doritos]

Our autumn was a quiet one

When sentinels bowed
in tandem, their leaves
and boroughs
splendid
drenched in the wet noon sky

Spry yet sunk within eye-sockets
her collar bone with
slight
protrusion

I stood as though a monument
as her footprints
bled along

The seething hiss of partisans
had muted in the pale breeze
its numbing pity, a tidal
roar

If I could,
I'd change our hearts to spades
and bury us
in Eden

[Elven Doritos]

Last Thoughts on Athena Duchamp

And yet you were happier before you knew me,
Tripping up on rip cords though
Hey, I shouldn't take it personal;
Evening slows its cumbersome pace, but
Never mind all that,
Aren't we still in transit?

During the long winter to come,
Under that darling cloudless grey,
Crawling to the doorbell mystics,
Hungering for our manic release,
Anathema gums our cogs and gears
May God Him/Herself forgive us both and
Please take care

[Elven Doritos]

Hier soir,
j'ai fait la connaissance
d'un peintre qui a dessiné
mon froncement

Il pensait que j'ai eu un fleuve
de la vie et la tristesse
et il a demandé:
«J'ai vu ta copine et toi
quand vous dansiez
en Amérique,
et j'ai pensé que tu as ri.
Pourquoi est-ce que tu
fais des gros yeux
aux lapins?»

«Cette femme,»
j'ai répondu,
«m'a posé un lapin.»

[Elven Doritos]

Regardez!
Vivre, vivre,
vivre à ma ville!

Ma ville, c'est un oiseau blanc
qui cueille mon esprit

Elle brille dans ma mémoire
où ses cimes goutte comme le miel

Mon dieu,
mon Dieu,
quand je mourrai
allez me tomber
dans son jardin

[spoiler=en anglais]Look!
To live, to live,
to live in my city!

My city, she's a white bird
who plucks my spirit

She shines within my memory
where her treetrops drip like honey

My goodness,
My God,
when I die
bury me
within her garden[/spoiler]

[Elven Doritos]

My city has a garden
where wood is sown
and stones are grown

The rain that grows
these flowers are the
tears of mothers,
daughters, and
widowers

[Elven Doritos]

dreaming underneath the unpainted sky
with fireflies and crickets and a beautiful
girl singing as she thrashes about because
she doesn't really know how to dance

tarantula nightmares under the grey dawn
where the children trade in their weapons
for cereal bowls and tell me that the fish
have suffocated under the pressure

I need this pharmaceutical need a fix-me-up
need my fix need to get fixed need fixing
need to fix everything that I've done wrong
don't know why she left but she was happy

there was this cigarette just sitting there and
she took it and her bread bowl and told me
we were friends we were always friends made
immutable and token taken took beneath

bridges over rivers smoothing out my madness
shifting as a pocket full of pills and my doctor
tells me it's not an emergency writing prescriptions
screaming in tongues like guitar notes together

harmonies unplucking themselves and fastening
their lilting abstinence into the graveyard
the smell is hungering for my acquiescence
the surrender. of all that makes me exceptional.

my oeuvre, my vibe, my energy, my je ne sais quois,
my spirit, my ambience, my diligence, my wisdom,
my essence, my oneness, my cosmic stratosphere,
my one-and-only-damn-you-if-you-don't-care soul

but I don't know what I did
I don't know what I did
I don't honestly know what I did
wrong