uninspire

freeze tag the moment between
hitch the flow beneath the tongue
feel the bubble painting red within
the pulse to build a thundering plea

breathing's quite so overrated
so much agains, it's not happening
and happens too easy to be appreciated
so unseen the air grows stale
and carbon-filled the world is
uncomfortably warming

so i'll stop and freeze between
and see what it takes to hold
one sea within from one sea without
and feel the violence of doors
that hold back the commerce
of inevitable tides.

sadness numbs me
plumbs me to the
depths i'd rather not
swim from, so very
sans the light and air
and so very cold.

the moon the lonely moon
reflecting satellite
tonight won't show
won't cast
its face so wan into
this black sea
won't fish for
sympathy, nor analogy
for me.

and without even
crescent hooks
to draw me
the worms so
hungry feast on
me.

one crappy poem from "marsilani2": ode to phlegm

the one entry from marsilani2 that i decided to return to marsilani. nothing worth anything.

ode to phlegm
thanks to you,
my words have more weight
a resonance and a vibrato
that rattles like sabers-
what i say carries
the urgency of car bombs
waiting to go off.

how you goad me
to open my reticent self
how your mysterious fingers
itch the throat in me to roar-
and it is only the desperate courtesy in me
that turns to uninhabited corners
to bid you out.

will you stay?
will you leave?
my stubborn guest, sometimes i think
(as with all who overstay)
god made you to teach us
the appreciation of
the clear and the
empty.

quiet rain
i imagine one cloud
connects you and i-
how, moments back,
the drop that now cries a trail on you
was sibling to the wet stain
on my walking shoes.

flatline

flatline under me
be there for me to fall to
when the pulse in me subsides
i've got to know there's
some place left to be
after it's gone
when all is said and done
allow me to "do not disturb"
horizon with no fall and risin'.

flatline under me
you know that i aspire to be
so steadfast and so calm
there's little in this world
and me to count on more than
few tomorrows
too much hope, and too much sorrows
i want to not feel so extended,
wounded, and down or up-ended
allow me to "do not disturb"
horizon with no fall and risin'.

lyrics: irresponse

tomorrow is another day
and i'll waste it just the same- i'll pay
when everything is due- but now
there're other things- i wonder how

they made it.
somehow they made it.
they built a solid ground from wishes
shiny porcelain wedding dishes
held up through we kids
held up under rough knife skids
held up by the stupid things we did
held up fairly well
until we broke them
we really broke them.

but tomorrow is another day
i won't repeat the life that they
consumed in empty gut frustration
pretend i haven't obligation

they made it.
somehow they made it.
they build a solid ground from wishes
and on it i proclaimed my vicious
thankless independence from them
claimed the skies that they had risen
were all my own to fly in
i forgot to see them dyin'
yup, they held up fairly well
until we broke them
we really broke them.

bikini sports ponchin

crazy video.