Ash & Ink

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Malignant poet. Putting down words, in odd ways, hoping they will someday explain, what I clearly never understood.

Hop along I am not saying I wish I could do that I am not saying I tried to see if I could do that I am not saying I can't do it, but I am Not saying I can. I am saying a lot however because I have to text to type I am saying everyone in this emergency room seems to be annoyed that I am using text to type I am saying..sir you have to keep your voice down this is a hospital Ma'am do you mind I am recording here.. Where was I... Oh..right.. I am not saying I wish I could do that
White House Rotten Facade Painted gold Whore The bones Of the office you hold Entitled youth Turned Bitter old Here The story Obscured not told Noble Columns Laced with mold Nothing Here that Can't be sold Rotten Facade Painted gold
Tinnitus I turn puzzled Was that my voice? And it was Did I say those words? I did I turn to where I heard it I walk to where I heard it I stand where I think it was Am I here? Just the static of my tinnitus I sit cross-legged Knowing how hard it will be to Rise again What did I say? When did I say it? An echo of repeated thought Hollow in an attempt to be The same. Is that my voice? I don't believe so, It's just a warble in the ringing. Now.
Tincture An undiagnosed affliction Rummaging round in the Self Building dreams of grandeur With no worth To purchase them Invader incites the desire For so much more To be remembered To have mattered To be something Someone's favorite Then take the means To move To try To believe A parasite of praise Living in foundational Cracks. But it's not hopeless Just hard It's not hopeless Because The hand still holds a pen
Scalpel Dirty fingernails On your trigger made of rage Shirt says freedom and You're rooting for the cage A fellowship of snarls Of the need to be the same But your bank account says you Already lost the game Scream USA, buy yourself more guns Wrap your dick in the flag Delusively Defending a life you never had Hide your face, hit the streets Racist rage for beyond the pale China making hats you hope to buy On sale Make America great again You're so sure that's the answer But your not an American patriot You're a fucking cancer
A Dove is a Pigeon with good PR Dr pigeon, You sunuvabitch. Dr pigeon, You made yourself rich. Dr pigeon, What happened to your oath? It went to your head When you made your own bread Club seats at the T-Mobile arena Your first patient Lee And the rest of avenue C Can't get an appointment to see ya
Wing it Let's take a gander At the problems with Goose drivers From obvious to obscure First, they look terrible In solar protective eyewear Second, they always have trouble Merging, as they think they are migrating Third, when someone honks their horn They honk their beak, sometimes in Agreement, sometimes in opposition But they never adjust their course. And fourth.. They are just so damn silly
The Poem where Teasing becomes Mockery I didn't mind a little sting. When it was all in fun Defused, deflected 'Ah, ya got me' A joke's a joke And a good laugh is healing Balanced with affection A quip, a zing, with a smile and a wink. ' I absolutely do that, ya got me ' A joke is a joke Glad you all enjoyed it, that was a good one As you learned me, saw me, Figured where my armor was Thinnest, your aim shifted A burn, and own, still the smile though 'damn, ok. Whew. Tell me how you really feel' A joke? It's a joke? Well at least you are all still laughing All but one of us anyway.
Yesterday's dishes I have been up for two hours I am hungry If I walk into the kitchen I will See yesterday's dishes And I can't yet My joints are slow when I wake My brain isn't ready for the day My brain isn't ready for a day My heart still in a fog My heart still caked in sadness Because my joints are slow My brain is slow and I haven't lied to myself enough To bolster the will to cook, clean, Eat To survive this day In an empty house Full with gashes in the plaster Chips in the paint Each one a canyon, because I haven't Lied to myself enough yet About the fact that there may be 15 people at my funeral and 7 of them will go to be polite to the other 8 Today I have been up for two hours Avoiding yesterday's dishes
Hydrate Let it rip Go on You don't owe them Shit Throw your hands up Let it rip The world may Think you're strange Damaged Crazy But the world is terrible And takes, not gives So throw your hands up Let it rip The good moments Aren't plentiful today Tomorrow? Well tomorrow is one less day Isn't it? So Let it rip
Kinetic I was so tired of standing still. It never even occurred to me, Peace was an active operation, That falling had its own momentum. I zipped the bag, and cut the ties. Anything was better than this. Everything was better than this. I was so tired of standing still. I shuffled out through, The ashes of forever, Assuming the fire had died. It never even occurred to me, The location wasn't the issue, It was a mindset and a choice. I was always going to be where I was, and Peace was an active operation. I took myself, my hubris, My miscalculations, and ran, so hard, It wasn't until I realized, and tried to stop That falling had its own momentum.
Two squirrels in my backyard eating tortillas
Trauma Competition I held your head Your eyes making words Your mouth couldn't I had nothing to say No comfort to give Other than holding you I put a hand on your forehead And closed your eyes While you still held warmth I held your hand Glove in glove Took a second, and stood up You can plug a bullet hole With a finger An exit wound needs a fist Trauma competition And an inequity of importance Things do more damage when they Leave
Curtains Horny goat comes out of the closet. What? No that WAS the poem. Ugh. Fine.. Horny goat Comes Out of The closet Close the door His heart needs No latch. There. Now go play wordle.
The Finger and the joy Chirp cheep cheep, Cheep chirp cheep, Brrrp brrp thrrr. Chirp cheep cheep, Fwip chirp chirrup, Brrp brrp thrrr. Cheep? Cheep? Chirrup? Brrp brrrp thrrr ....
Kicking gravel Kicking gravel makes a sharp sound The small explosion rained As it hit the garage door. The metal regret as one, Momentarily gravity freed, pebble Ricocheted off the car. Car keys in the street Rage in the air And the last of all this Leaving, for real this time, Tires crunching gravel As headlights become tail lights Down the driveway
Static The word echoes so long it loses meaning and the static creates new syllables, consonants all go soft, vowels stretch and twist, and I can't hear the word anymore just its rhythm. A half tuned, and distant radio warbling in the dark, echo bouncing off my ego, repeated, repeated, and repeated until it is strange and alien. The static hisses over, sounds deminish roar to murmur, roar repeat repeat murmur hiss repeat... A name bleeding into a formless chant, long after I stopped saying it
Cough Coal is the goal, Now watch me stroll, Maybe it's more of a strut. Coveralls at half mast, All fossil fuels and sass, Lantern atop my head. The industry may be dying, But me? Baby, I'm thriving! Learn a new trade? My ass. The canary is dead, That's bad news it's said, But the black in my lungs is slimming.
Conquered A mountain Rebel rock Against the sky Endless A quarry Rock removed Against gravity Packaged A jetty Rock relocated The sea greedy Erroding A grain of sand Rock reduced Tempest in tides Conquered
Restless The patience of a winter oak waiting for The sun, Hoping each day for a warmth that Returns. Life hiding, holding itself long moments in Short days. Branches, less green but still holding The sky, Patient in it's rest, while I am always Restless.
Face the wall Grab the wall, ya'll Ain't the concrete neat Grab the wall, ya'll This brick is slick Grab the wall, ya'll It's masonry for me Grab the wall, ya'll I am out of words for building materials Grab the wall, ya'll Probably about to wrap this up Grab the wall, ya'll That kid is gonna need therapy Grab the wall, ya'll Because of the face Grab the wall, ya'll Ok. That's it. Done.
Pride I stood straight with pride, The possibilities endless in the moment, I straightened my tie, a sharp half Windsor, My shoes polished to a high gloss, I was a pillar, carved from marble, My heart thundered, pulse in my ears, Immortal, invincible, and incorruptible Fall I sat, defeated, head in hand Then the possibilities ended And I wiped my tears on my sleeve A false accomplishment, useless in reality I wouldn't be moved, only admired A throbbing at my temple Time and Entropy chuckled in the corner
Covenant The summer sun slipped Past the point where it sets. We sat, not paying any attention, As we, wished and waited, Wandering through our Recklessness in retrospect. Trying to find a joy for today In yesterday's yearnings, But we only found yesterday, And in all the things We said that we would do We saw what we did not do And in all the things We said that we would not do We saw what we did. We sat as the sky slid Into night, never doubting Tomorrow was another tomorrow And new promises Could condition our camaraderie. A new covenant, cemented, In cigar smoke Plastic bottle whiskey And a more careful recklessness
My grain Thump thump thump And this damn hum A hip hop cover band Playing with my tinnitus High pitched whine And the thump thump thump Like Snoop's second album ... The eyebrows are my fault. Hm? Oh.. A permanent marker And a few intrusive thoughts A distinct lack of impulse control A strange tasting gummy I found On a bench... And I decided.. Christ ...can you hear the damn thumping? The ringing? You hear the ringing? You do? Really? Oh..my phone. No it's my Mom. I won't be answering, the band doesn't Need a lead singer.
Scene from a vigil for Lorenzo Salgado Araujo Murdered by ICE agents
Captain America wants you to punch Nazis. Every goddamn one
Success and suck less I say be what you want, The limits are yours to set. There can be no logical reason Success moves past you Except for you. Be the best .. whatever.. And set your sights high Be bold, be blinding in the light You chose to shine I believe you can be whatever you Wish My evidence? That damn shark is dancing on TV (With no rhythm No less)
Forgetting Those days are missing. Darkness pushes in From undefined edges And Tuesday has already gone. These days are missing. The black isn't pitch It swirls with undefined shapes And Wednesday has disappeared. My days are missing. Vanta black empty space, Fills holes in my story, And where is Thursday? The days are missing. Those left are accumulating shadows, Covering the details, 7days more in the weak.
Posthumous Posturepedic How did there become here? Well, I was tired, almost expired It seemed a nap was required Mom left town On Vacation then drowned Honestly, It was a lot to take in I inherited this house It smells like ozone and Klaus (Hi Klaus) So now I will sleep in her bed A magnificent flop On her Serta cot I am surely doing this wrong For the sake of the story Let me take inventory Of the things I have seen under here Mom's 'back massager' A three legged spider And a ..Cheeto
End of Side A Frolicking falls out of grace, Angels with clipped wings, Doomed then to sit, still and cross, Stagnant gloomy things. All the joy is spent Smiles melt to mirthless frowns, as The song falls silent
Just Go It's addition by subtraction, really, Open the door, walk outside, Grab the keys, start the ride, It's addition by subtraction, really. Open the door...walk outside... It doesn't have to be so hard, It's really not a bridge too far, Open the door...walk outside... It doesn't have to be so hard. It's addition by subtraction, really Get in the car, go live freely It doesn't have to be, so, hard. It's addition by subtraction. Really. Open the door. Walk outside. Grab the keys. Start the ride. It's addition by subtraction. Really
Jelly toes This poem is terrible Writing it was a crucible Words, syllables, rymning and the like I attempted a form That was out of the norm And admit I lost my way a bit So I defaulted to this Form of poetic piss And it is all over my literary floor I just wanted to play Write a silly poem for today But I accidentally keep making sense I must blame the Internet Because I googled with great regret An image search for toes with grape jelly
Enough No. Stop. Not here. Not today. Today, this all stops. Today, we set our feet and fight.
Your sword is aluminum I spent two weeks pay on this armor, buddy. You said this would be fun. You said this was all authentic. Where are the corseted wenches, and the smoked turkey legs. We have been walking forever. Is there a drink refill package? In the cave? There is no sign. Fine fine, in the cave... Should scotch eggs explode? Is that a real dragon? Worst Renne Faire ever
Fair day A fair day and a hope for sky A breath of fresh air, hope to try Chance to see myself Up and off the shelf Better health Sparkling eyes
Hardtack Someday I will find it. Sooner would be better, a place that feels like a natural pause in a wonderful conversation. There are places I have been happy, and there are places I have called home. If you say the word happy and ask me, it's a person. I will think of you. We are still in it though, we are still moving, working, acting, parenting, and reacting. separately together. We never stop long enough to find that pause. Someday the world may Slow, and my roots may grow, I Hope they grow with you
Long face You'd snap your own neck To initiate an argument You never react that fast When I need your Comfort Support Just someone to feel real with But the slightest moment Of tension and Snap Judgement I just said that the hat didn't work with your Face I never said you were ugly I never said you were fat I can't wear fedoras Everyone can't look good in everything
Half All my rituals half finished All the blessings half given Signs of the unfinished Full starts and abrupt stops Left laying where they landed My apathy unforgiving All my rituals abandoned Halfway home I woke today in the debris of yesterday I ate breakfast out of yesterday's pan Today is yesterday's ghost Its blessings half given
Huh? Oh. right I must be fucking high Are you seeing this shit? What was in that coffee? Is it hot in here? I think your 3D printer is broken. Is it hot in here? Bro, open a window Or something. Hot in here, right? It's fine? Naw, it's really really hot Holy shit a talking dog in a hat! Dude, I think he broke your 3D printer What was in that coffee?
A choice The world is stunning in its deceit. The cruelness is hidden beneath its premade smile. The world is stunning in its decay. The decrepitude patched and painted with knives not brushes. The world is stunning in its desire. The longing is held away only under the light. The world is stunning, its detachment. The importance is fleeting and so arbitrary. The world is stunning in its beauty. The joy of each new day before the sun and the moon. The world is yours to make it your own, The choice, yours to make it joy or to make it sorrow.
Dammit Hank Oh hey bitch, I see you looking At this sexy soup I'm cooking. The main ingredient is always me But there are others as you can see. This here is Tony, this here is Hank. It's our Mamas that you can thank. Where we go it's simply understood We make even lycra look this good. I am stuffing this purple peacock pouch, While you think about me on your couch. The song choice? That was Tony Kicking it hard to Ginuwine's 'Pony'. Watch us strut, and watch us flex. Hm, Hank is a little off the steps, That's ok, it's fine, cause we got time, To perfect this badass dance of mine. Oh it's hot but it ain't easy, A step too far and it could get cheesy, It may be sexy, but it's an endeavour, Dancing in the Cabaret at the Senior Center.
Fried pickle and ranch dip.
Appraisal Do I grow as I get older? Which appraisal is my worth? Should I be softer or be bolder? Do I grow as I get older? I've been a poet, I've been a soldier, Which do I list first? Do I grow as I get older? Which appraisal is my worth?
Tidal bridal I asked you to be sexy And you laid right on the rock I asked you to be fetching And you gave a come hither look I asked you to be daring And you turned your back to the sea ....um... I should have been more specific When I said 'wave' That one is on me
Center line The asphalt ate diamonds Little twinkles and flashes The streetlights make zebra shadows Light dark light dark As the night eats the hours As the road eats the miles And you stay close No matter how far away the car gets There was no plan but escape But there was no escape Just a sad song soundtrack And headlights crossing state lines Luke warm coffee in a cup The cup wears a name they don't even have here And your name is everywhere else
The Villain Elle The villain Elle still works her deception For her this is the sinister norm With no trace of apprehension Her sultry gaze a source of such tension The dance changes partners and form The villain Elle still works her deception Her crafted grace, worth some attention Red clawed actively stalking the forlorn With no trace of apprehension Her kind warm charm, a careful invention Maintained from evening until morn The villain Elle still works her deception Her hunt surely prevents her ascension Yet, she faces heaven's scorn With no trace of apprehension She nests in the ruin of the congregation Finding sustenance in those who mourn The villain Elle still works her deception With no trace of apprehension
Backseat thriving Cricket cricket In my shoe Bit my toe What should I do? Put that cricket In a jar Wait a second This ain't my car!
The offending product Park street deli crab Rangoon dip
A bottle shaped refrain A wry belched florid phrase Bubbles up from drunken haze More of a hiccup Than a true pick up A slimy sliding slur of false praise Fumbled in objectionable ways Hissed banally over marinating ice Found to be offensive but meant to entice Attached to his stool Lothario's fool Confident that he knows just what to say A pickled prose to lure feminine prey
Her way Hurry home before you've lost the way My Nan would sing Head held in steam From a pot perpetually Hurry home Flower socked feet In pale pink slippers Skitter on lemon linoleum A one dial radio Squelches Sinatra And her spoon stirs off beat Hurry home Hurry home But Nan the words are my way She would grin and spin The spoon swung in a flourish A small splash on the floor Silly cabbage, my way is always home
Monument Stone still against the wind Distance traveled versus distance sinned Limestone Atlas against the rain Sunrise, sunset, overcast much the same Today looks always like tomorrow Some new moss, no new sorrow Sandaled feet still firmly planted A wish for permanence cruelly granted The water flows round bent shore The land a cell without a door A monument's eroding silhouette Kindred souls with Lot's regret
Shamble Shambling through odd hours, A shuffle step of minutes, Toe stub seconds, Makes ugly and uneven strides. Compliments as carrion, Clinging like crepe paper To stonelike bones of self doubt, Rippling in a breeze of realization. A zombie dream, Too rotted to be whole, Too stubborn to lay down, And be buried.
Time line lines up dragonfly goodness with a picture of one from one poster and a poem about one from another directly under it
Vertigo Just a touch The room swayed Just a touch Two inches Left right up down Two inches Decidedly unsteady My legs and stomach became Decidedly unsteady It shouldn't move I knew this, that It shouldn't move It did Subtle and sinister but It did Just enough The room swayed Just enough
Common Some days the first line won't come I create the same ideas In new ways Like batches of cookies With shuffled ingredients But at the end (In the end? ) Still a cookie... You know? People are still more likely to just Take the chocolate chip Didn't change the world That first line has to grab and hold Like a borderline acceptable kiss In a noir style romance And some days it just doesn't come But I always have butter And I know that recipe by heart.
It's Vichyssoise.
Inheritance Her hands stumble Where they used to glide Over white speckled garden soil She is perennial Puttering over peonies And pansies Her beds have raised As her age has risen The knees are unforgiving A hum here A whistle there And she forgets the hours My hands stumble Where her's used to glide Not age, but inexperience I give a whistle here And a hum there And she stays perennial
Stubborn The world already killed me I just refuse to leave It walked me back and forth And made blisters that bled It cracked bone And tore skin And set me aflame As though gasoline ran through Me And I refused to leave I will watch the world burn I will light the match that starts it But I won't burn with it. I will clench my fists And hold on tight The world may have already killed me But it can't make me leave
Shelter Faint traces of yesterday's rain We owed ourselves the morning Only my regret held away the dawn The sky flirting in pink and lavender While the ground stayed gray The storm you stood in Whipped your hair and Stuck a strand across your eyes And left the air heavy And the air left heavy You swiped the strand Wiped the strand Behind your ear And there it stayed We owed ourselves the dawn And the pink sky oranged to the middle Evicted the lavender You finally moved Leaving two wet footprints The strand still behind your ear Faint traces of yesterday's rain