december 1st short & squaty

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited December 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
part ( III)...

walking down empty streets
all gone
even me

i don't wanna buy another
only need the one that'll last longer

circus music
the famous clown songs & lights
going off like rockets in my head
while some poor slob (like me) holds his own mirror tight like a toothache
dull as a dead phone number
my only contact for the real shit

i'd be more than glad to be more than glad
i'd be more than
if i only knew how

at this time christmas tree lights
are not happy
they do not wrap around homes & conifers with joy
only one broom sweeps this entire dream clean
it is as worn as all my bones
as vast as when love blew me over
cold as howling sharp shaped hollows whipping wind brutally as begging children run nowhere far & wide

filthy slough rats
trash blown holding the fence
mossy backs & their no shadows
& as slippery as rotten carp
the only freedom had
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    part II)...

    goodbye to this space
    another coming this night
    perhaps turns are mine
    for me those curves

    blackest
    dark running
    this spin we are on
    chasing down sunlight
    never catching either
    weaving i guess (weave)
    we have not heard from lunar eclipse

    so the lump sum divides
    ...(blonde hash)

    glad is able to live
    to be
    then the one
    two
    all it has ever been

    she then got up
    went away
    our direction belonged & we gave
    & through smoke
    attending in there
    we knew it was belonging to us
    she then got up

    & away
    she went there then
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    (part IV)...

    what part happened
    you would not believe
    eyes disbelief
    east south
    west north

    fire
    water & wind
    life
    buffalo bring this

    your part
    apart
    not all as nearly to you
    as theirs
    so they asked again

    bells from clouds
    tell rains coming
    before you & i hitting ground

    please
    just let to be
    live canyons laced stellar communications
    chiefs ancient
    just rolled out of bed

    everything is bending now
    narrow crawl spaces
    gather enjoying sensations
    possibly not

    motionless
    frozen with terror
    shared vision time had went on here
    before somehow broke trance
    beyond great mental distractions

    somehow broke trances again
    nervous energy as before, this, our time
    big powerful strength
    north for wind
    fire west after east
    south up
    grabbing fractures of that earth there
    here
    as far as all lives
    here or there
    & ours

    it is just cracked
    very thinly veiled
    china dolls twisting against falling
    when
    one by one
    to start over would beg

    ...then silence
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    remember where went
    can't stop until broken
    up against all nights
    scared of darkness
    tight as webs to dew
    you could hear songs if you tried

    before turning rotten
    the long pointy finger gives direction
    welcome, come in
    here vulgarity overindulges
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    if button to press presses
    inside ourself
    where to run without
    (?remember broken tree lights)
    the switch has been thrown
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
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