Poems by PastaNazi

coleen

Originally posted by PastaNazi
for those of you who don't know...

I am Yellow
and I am TenaciousA, too

goodness!!!

i'm making a list now and checking it twice.

don't stay away too long, please.

FinsburyParkCarrots

You relax and have fun, my friend. Be the one who ran away from the circus. Enjoy the break.

DopeBeastie

coleen, a shoe fetish gets expensive, no??? YOU must promise to send me your stuff, k?


and i will, dear cheesebury... you know I wont be "far"

setaside2

Yes, but I suppose I'll be seeing all three of you very shortly... oh she of the multitasked poet personalities.

indeed indeed.

I think you could do with a break from my work in particular. LOL

HOW many pages was it?

Sigh...

but even i of the infrequent visits shall miss you dearly.

setamarc

DopeBeastie

(deal with it)

Viscosity

It only takes a couple of hundred years for glass to get hips.
Reset the hook and flip the frame.
In the same vein, time might return
its terms in thickness,
but still, everything will change.
Flame tempered and blown.
Our own reflections question
what other people always see.
So much the shame and blessing.
We wrap our own arms
around our own selves
enough but
can’t feel a passing through
an existence of love
within and between
the valves.
Metaphysically
we can imagine it.
But there is nothing
like being held.
We are too used.
Too our own smell.

FinsburyParkCarrots

When you've got a beard, it doesn't matter how many times you shampoo it...It always smells as if there's a dog about the place...

:D:D

DopeBeastie

hmmmm


i believe the pasta nazi should abstain from comment as she'd only get props for the assist


being??? get yer ass in here!

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by PastaNazi
hmmmm


i believe the pasta nazi should abstain from comment as she'd only get props for the assist


being??? get yer ass in here!

( l ) - It's in here!!!!! (Butt only briefly. Lotsa worky, worky )

There is "nothing like being held"--mmm, mmm, feels soooo good, my little pasta loathing friend!!!!

Fins man!!!! WTF are you doing to your poor mutt?????

OR

Have you finally learned a new position????

DopeBeastie

SCORE!

DopeBeastie

it's all up in the house like paint
wheelchair light
assisted sheets
paint
trip
fall
understanding all
floats silently
away
away and toward
while we sleep on
smells atop sheets that we wont wash
because scent comforts primitive
scent proves someone loves me
and i might add that
while i hide
sometimes in closets
sometimes uncertain kingdom comes
kingdom comes anyway

and we arrive at slightly different moments under microscopes built by Forever
still
at exactly
and precisely
the same place
the same space on a checker board where we are kinged or
we are conquered
black or red
understanding all floats away and toward

we come
kinged

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by PastaNazi
light
floats
toward
primitive
loves
uncertain
under Forever
we come

Melikey! King me, baby!

setaside2

and there it is.

wow.

for real.

sky blue indeed.

powder blue perhaps.

royal blue kinged.

mmhmm.

DopeBeastie

(so... i'm doing competetive performace poetry in 13 days... i have to memorize three 3-minute pieces and get the whole visual expression together.... it's really exciting for me... really... very... your input, anything... would be most helpful, I think... so please, tell me if you have any ideas or criticisms.... thanks.... Here's the first, i wrote it maybe two weeks ago: )

EUREKA!!!!

I am a mountain climber.

I mean,
I know I’m short and double wide
like a truck needing escort

But it’s true!

***I***

am a mountain climber.

I climb Giants…
the kind that used to plague my dreams?
the kind that used to scare me shitless until I grew double wide
like a truck needing escort?

You see?
I start at the base
A gentle low slope
my feet unsteady on the moving pit of a boastful throat
test my ropes
AND
check the beeners

Peel the Tee and Heavy Cotton Jeans and toss ‘em in the back of my S.U.V. so it’s just me and my two thick skins…
Chalk my hands and set my eye on the breathing horizon of his lips and begin…

It starts out such the easiest trail, well worn
by those who’d been here before
And it’s WARM down here???
The sun all ablaze on the sand of this
his soft cinnamon skin.


And well? After a bit? I stop and eat an apple.

Oh, It feels so Wholesome,
wholesome and whole,
some
of
it in my mouth...

My stomach starts grumbling
and...
I’m off again.

The trail gets steeper, deeper still but I set my feet and keep on keeping
up
this
hill

I reach the last flat. I uncurl my ropes
Tug on the knots that bind it to my hope,
it’s a four-pronged steel keeper and…
I’m...
sure it’ll hold.

The circles spin so tight at first until momentum takes gain and this thick rope slips feet through my hand

a heave
a ho
and I let go

My four-pronged steel hook humps
up and over his cliffed chin of stone

pulls purchase on the lower left
incisor.

Another couple of tugs, a crack, a crumble, and I am showered in rope and failing granite…

but I ain’t scared….

Switch right and circles tight and opening again
it’s the same old thing

a heave
a ho
and I let go
and catch the right edge tight and…
I’m pretty sure It’ll hold.


Alright, yeah, so… okay
I’ve done this before
some 3, 4, 5, 6 months ago?
After which I swore I’d NEVER climb alone.

Once I start climbing this vertiginous slide
I laugh to myself because I realize
That I mightn’t’ve needed these ropes now at all
A machete’ perhaps, such a brush covered wall
and find myself up
and over
in no time
so much preparation for such a short climb.

Within moments, mere moments
My hand on my hip
and my feet on his lips
and my eyes toward the pit
of a HUGE (muttha fukkin) volcano
a deep breath…. HELLLLLL-OHHHH

and another…. HELLLLL-OHHHH?

By golly,
he ain’t answering…
no
wait
what was that?
What Was THAT???

A grin split my face
and I set to make haste
to unfiddle the latches my harness abate
strip the last layer off of my two foot thick skin
and I call out EUREKA!!
And

I

jump

in.



~thanks for reading~

DopeBeastie

no? well that's okay
i wasn't talking anyway

i wasn't talking anyway
except to say

except to say that i did love you

i know i did, i remember baking cookies and noting which shoes looked good on you

i remember walking through isles upon isles of men's shirts and telling saleswomen what fantastic legs you had...

so give me the shorter shorts

i remember holding your head to my chest and making my heart beat louder so you would feel me feeling your pain

i remember trying

i remember trying to hoist one hundred and ninety pounds and carry you to bed so you wouldn't feel left out
and hooking my hand into the bend of your elbow as we walked through town...






dhnt dhnt dhnt dhnt dhnt.... so.... is this thing on?
no? well that's okay.
i wasn't talking anyway.

i wasn't talking anyway
except to say

except to say that i did love you.

i remember crying under crosses for you to save me
and for you to let me save you (kcufer)

i remember when all words flew like wine from our lips, our fingertips sore with all the click, click, click, click.

i remember the face i thought you were making
and the way i thought you sat on your couch
and the way we'd always speak in metaphors
taking special note of all the cosmic bindings between the you and i





yeah... so...

dhnt dhnt dhnt....is this thing on?
no? well, that's okay...
i wasn't talking anyway
i wasn't talking anyway
except to say

except to say

i don't believe love goes away,
for me it doesn't anyway
and maybe,
maybe soon someday
i'll take my mirror to Bombay
and love it in an alleyway
our malaise held fast in sway
and maybe She wont float away

DopeBeastie

Kitty stretched out crescently
Claws distent
In his intent
To lay down next to me
We dream of Mice and Men.

The slice
The sun
The blind lets in
All too aware
It shines on them, we
Twenty-five hits on an echo
Twenty-five hits touched-toned-pulsed, we
Twenty-five
The twenty-third
The Ides we see complete The Lamb
And other well bound works he knows
He knows with slight experience
Precisely who I am.

DopeBeastie

it's up three pieces...

and called Eureka

FinsburyParkCarrots

Originally posted by PastaNazi
(so... i'm doing competetive performace poetry in 13 days... i have to memorize three 3-minute pieces and get the whole visual expression together.... it's really exciting for me... really... very... your input, anything... would be most helpful, I think... so please, tell me if you have any ideas or criticisms.... thanks.... Here's the first, i wrote it maybe two weeks ago: )

EUREKA!!!!

I am a mountain climber.

I mean,
I know I’m short and double wide
like a truck needing escort

But it’s true!

***I***

am a mountain climber.

I climb Giants…
the kind that used to plague my dreams?
the kind that used to scare me shitless until I grew double wide
like a truck needing escort?

You see?
I start at the base
A gentle low slope
my feet unsteady on the moving pit of a boastful throat
test my ropes
AND
check the beeners

Peel the Tee and Heavy Cotton Jeans and toss ‘em in the back of my S.U.V. so it’s just me and my two thick skins…
Chalk my hands and set my eye on the breathing horizon of his lips and begin…

It starts out such the easiest trail, well worn
by those who’d been here before
And it’s WARM down here???
The sun all ablaze on the sand of this
his soft cinnamon skin.


And well? After a bit? I stop and eat an apple.

Oh, It feels so Wholesome,
wholesome and whole,
some
of
it in my mouth...

My stomach starts grumbling
and...
I’m off again.

The trail gets steeper, deeper still but I set my feet and keep on keeping
up
this
hill

I reach the last flat. I uncurl my ropes
Tug on the knots that bind it to my hope,
it’s a four-pronged steel keeper and…
I’m...
sure it’ll hold.

The circles spin so tight at first until momentum takes gain and this thick rope slips feet through my hand

a heave
a ho
and I let go

My four-pronged steel hook humps
up and over his cliffed chin of stone

pulls purchase on the lower left
incisor.

Another couple of tugs, a crack, a crumble, and I am showered in rope and failing granite…

but I ain’t scared….

Switch right and circles tight and opening again
it’s the same old thing

a heave
a ho
and I let go
and catch the right edge tight and…
I’m pretty sure It’ll hold.


Alright, yeah, so… okay
I’ve done this before
some 3, 4, 5, 6 months ago?
After which I swore I’d NEVER climb alone.

Once I start climbing this vertiginous slide
I laugh to myself because I realize
That I mightn’t’ve needed these ropes now at all
A machete’ perhaps, such a brush covered wall
and find myself up
and over
in no time
so much preparation for such a short climb.

Within moments, mere moments
My hand on my hip
and my feet on his lips
and my eyes toward the pit
of a HUGE (muttha fukkin) volcano
a deep breath…. HELLLLLL-OHHHH

and another…. HELLLLL-OHHHH?

By golly,
he ain’t answering…
no
wait
what was that?
What Was THAT???

A grin split my face
and I set to make haste
to unfiddle the latches my harness abate
strip the last layer off of my two foot thick skin
and I call out EUREKA!!
And

I

jump

in.



~thanks for reading~

I did read...I was whistling that incidental music from the part in For a Few Dollars More when Clint Eastwood and Lee Van Cleef are shooting each others' hats up and down the dirt road..great stuff! Great rhythm in the use of space! It'll get a lot interaction when you perform it. Are you going to wrestle this invisible giant onstage? Smuggle in a webcam for us all!

DopeBeastie

not quite sure how i'll wrastle 'im down on stage
probably use the eyes
some delicate hand motions
ahhhhh... we'll give 'im a go, no?




thanks a bunch, finsbury

DopeBeastie

All hail simplicity in error.
All hail complexity in pain.
All hail yourselves upon the mirror
That you might not all spare the change

Nothing e’er remains the same
Except our sweet duplicities
Our wanting all acceptance granted
And judgment proud the paths we’ve fleed

With us, our perfect-ness admonish
Lay down upon the guillotine
Now hung upon my true love’s reference
Lay down the stake upon our claim

Our claim of righteousness engraved
On maple boxed in rain tree wood
That all might gather, touch skin, say
“Among the women, she was good.”

‘Tis good, ‘tis I, now but alas
a past gone golden fleece, a score
an Amadeaus eptiaph
My own life now thee moment’s lore

First now forgone, it yet consumed
In passion’s blessing, red wine eye
Could I remember to forget it
And we but never need the lye

The now so slippery touch-tone close
and steamed and lifted from each pore
T’was in an ancient moment I
remembered love, the I, the your

The I, the your, a cup held singly
Twisted about in half-bred lock
A wish upon, to sit upon
The happy Dais I’ve now in stock

DopeBeastie

later y'all... thanks to all of you for keeping the day to day poetic feed open