Thinking of a Dream

Sunday's dark persists, I sleep.
A hazy dreamish logic smothers panic,
dulls denials skin could not,
should not tear like ruined orange-rinds
beneath my hands; that dissolution
demands pain and not this sighing
slow bass tremble,
a genesis of dust from husks
of ligiments and lungs
until the spine alone abides
to feel the lover's touch and scraping chill
of air across a memory of nerves.

Monday's dawn persists, I cannot sleep
and so I sit beneath the window,
only thinking of a dream I had.    

The Boogeyman

Well, here's some. Not really silly or light-hearted, but its all I have right now...
The Boogeyman
On a stretch of midnight
sidewalk in a jungle
of street-light shadows,

We meet, and my edges
blur until only the outline
remains, of
an old stone-savage shuffling now,

a husk of brutish energy, fixed
on your scent;
dark violence and feral lust,
bloated on your terror.

As we pass, my gaze drops
to the ground, and
the fear in your own
strikes my cheek like a blow.

I hate the way
your mirrored eyes see me.

The Poet's Moment

The poet's moment
is the mountaineer's,
Who reaches the summit
and finds the air
haunted
by giddy mis-steps


Plummets, awake
into chilled
writing-chairs
at 3am, naked


Desperate to recall
the slip of icy stone
underfoot
and
that ghostly plunge
through space


earth
stone
blood
sinew


into legend

Haiku

Office supplies scarce
Satan only works HR
Not office admin

Local Wal-Mart staff
are hydrocephalic dwarves
suffering from mange

Haiku

Remove spines and tongues
basic damned souls management
practice on Bluecross

Haiku

No paper in hell
Foolish Slack, foolish Satan
Skins of damned work great

Haiku

Flipping off those nuns
Starting haiku posting threads
Satan sends congrats

Haiku haiku high
Haiku haiku haiku high
Haiku haiku duck

Haiku

Photosynthesis;
unlimited nutrition,
dirty dishes? None.

To beer; heavenly
cause of and solution to
all of life's problems

QUOTE (lara @ Nov 10 2004, 12:13 AM)

Slackerboy is strict He writes a mean haiku though This one's a tribute

His haiku lately
caused a stir by flipping off
those busloads of nuns

Haiku

Trouble brews, gods of
Chili are at war with gods
Of cheesy evil.

A hidden message?
Surely I'm too old for such
Sophomoric pranks.

Kids don't try this at home...

 Run out the door
Into the hall
To pound the floor
And bounce off walls
Problem is this mind
It wants to move
A million miles an hour
In a hyperactive euphoric groove
Mmmmmm just one more hit of power
Try so hard to stay so high
As through dark halls I'm winding
Can't hear my lies or alibis
Nor the sounds of my gears grinding.

"The Streets Search for You"

Blue shivering morning moves
Through ears and heart and lungs
As nerve endings dance
On sidewalk cigarette smoke curling
Up the spine into a mind
Filled to bursting with images
Of your hair bright black
And cool electric smile
Beckoning in the early light
As I search for you.

In crowded bars of
Swimming languid smoky air
And drunken one-night-stands
I have not found you.

In sullen earthtone coffee shops filled
With pop-culture Nietzsche clones and
Unabashed recitations of your broken poetry
I have not found you.

In soaring clean-cut churches
Filled with your holy revelations
Of a damnation I have rejected
I have not found you.

In plastic fluorescent fitness clubs
Freshly stocked with all
The daughters of bronzed Venus
I have not found you.

In bohemian artists communes perched
Atop university lawns writing
Revolutionary letters and smoking dope
I have not found you.

In the depths of your arms
When you cannot stay the night
And the kitchen sink is leaking
And the gift of roses from last week
Are wilted and dying
I have not found you,
And I cannot get closer
To any other you.

No Worries Poem

Home again no worries.
Night school again no worries.
Another long day no worries.
Dirty dishes stacked no worries.
Bone weary numb no worries.
No job today no worries.
No sleep lately no worries.
Caffeine jangled nerves no worries.
Empty fridge yawns no worries.
Dead silent rooms no worries.
Noise from the street no worries.
Head in hands no worries.
Neighbors hear no screams no worries.
No witnesses no worries.
Go to bed no worries.
Bury the body deep.


No worries.