Caligula's Launderette

The Boy and The BridgeEach year when October gusts against the windowpaneThe boy balances on the bridgeAloneHe is waiting for ...

to go along with me short story Walk with me which I'll post soon. This is from the view of ...

this is the second in a series of I Love You poems. This one is from the point of view ...

here's a more polished product...thanks all for the reviews. CL ---------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s a Sunday Morning death parade With its monatomic ...

we did free translation in english today, thats when you get something that in a different language and you have ...

I had this formatted so nicely on my computer. not such anymore. I tried my best to keep it the ...

this was also fomated nicely on my computer, but there are no tags to format it likewise here. sorry if ...

I often wonder if that night meant as much as you let on With the melodic whispers and promises of ...

You asked me about last night Through lidded lids and sleep slimed lips And I sighed because that all I ...

I saw the poem title The Inspiration of a single word here and that spawned this... It's not finished yet, ...

stitches come loose to show skin on the backs on stars and shows an unnatural blueness against the blueblood of ...

not so sure how much I like it, but I thought I'd post it anyway. CL ------------------------------------------------------------------------- a figure of ...

it's formated differently on my comp, sry if it's confusing this way. CL ------------------------------ This is a Business Dirty clothes ...

Books that are not books Cling to fake oak Scotch dribbles down Into the fountains of youth The Jazz Singer ...

again I must say I format my poems on my computer in ways I cannot here. that's okay, but they ...

blue funkblue funk -- n : a state of nervous depression this day, such a hazy day, the grey smog ...

C’est un jour de petites merveilles [This is a day of little wonders] A Cigarettes burning at both ends kind ...

City lit by firefliesLightning bugs of commerceFloating along the sky line It’s a city full of sparkling lights That inhabits ...

Dreaming of something more appropriate Like Van Gogh’s Starry Night or Proserpine’s Garden Than Mimicking Diego Rivera in Times Square ...

I suppose this is narrative, but I'm not sure...oh well. otherwise enjoy. CL the design booth smiling faces full of ...

I just wrote this in class...a bunch of thoughts...yeah I'm having a very textbook ADD day. it formated differently on ...

one of my best friends is moving to San Francisco on the 10th, this was inspired by what we've shared. ...

Poetry in Motion for 4/12 – 5/20 [i] The wishful glimmering ladybug impression: She flies oblivious with no destination Upon ...

DarkHeart the one that knows my darkerside caged and calloused through time the one that follows me with eyes filled with hopeful tears of glass the one that holds me ...

This is what happens with not enough sleep and too much caffeine, this is brought to you by an allnighter. So if you don't understand it, thats just fine with ...

I really don't like the ending last two lines, so I'd like some feedback on how to make atleast those better. cheers CL Muse Muse Circle v.2 roving touches faint ...

Lewis Carroll here I come... shatterglass glass shatters as the butterfly steeped in chaos theories beats against my window with a strumming sound the lyrics of his song scraped against ...

This was first lenghty poem ever, I am very proud of this piece. I hope you guys like it. I'm not sure if it will format the same way on ...

The crisp and snowy morning brought back All those memories of long ago Of white satin bows and daffodils Of church yards filled with song and Baby ducks in the ...

I haven't posted anything poetrylike in along time but I just wrote I posted. enjoy. CL Holy Tithe I saw a man today with zippers on his shoes and platforms ...

my sushi blueboy to Sean C. when i think of you. i think of you in shades of pink and blue. electricblueblondeboy full of waterwishes and half cocked smiles (similes) ...

samthenthulus neblustarvegakr to Sammy A. Textbooks made out of five endangered Sequoias and emo tartans run down Your skin Crossroads and tupac danced Rhythmandblues: a cat stevens mirrored life Tech

Between Two Suns: (the Spinning Wheels of Recorded Time) solarwinds a linear virginity i see the empiraen lights from here here beside you slipsleepingform form the thoughts that reach the ...

don't know how I feel about this poem but I thought I'd post it anyway... CL Silence is Golden The rip of the ivory blanched sheets Smashes against the silence ...

A Southern Summer Soliloquy I can’t change you when I can’t change me And I know you want me to ‘cause You spelled it out under the nightshade On sultry, ...

“…On my hot tin roof” There’s a cat on my hot tin roof Chershirelike Ginger marked with slashes of white And blue eyed Such blue as the deep endless sky ...

It’s the rainsong Pelting on my head That shocks me out of Delusion And back into the pisspoor Mood that choked me All afternoon Didn’t I make it clear enough? ...

written for my boyfriend who lives, works and goes to school in London. this goes out to all that were affect by the bombings there, and to all that are ...

Hell [was] carved into her head bloody red and puffing but her dappled smile reminded me otherwise of her innocence and [her] grossly unaimed fault of sugarapologies words are just ...

formated differently on my computer, it doesn't want to cooperate here. oh well. cheers CL Titian Dew The limey drips of water collect in rusted buckets and echo the passions ...

Everyone is ironic in the afterlife With Anubis and his Jackal Head cackling like a Pagan amidst A cauldron brew All flesh melts and its Just your soul Here For ...

wrote this along time ago, I like the second one the best. any comments or critiques welcome. CL The Blue Rose Midnight I. in the blue rose midnight lightning flashes; ...

Stream of Conciousness Poetry that I'm trying my hand at. CL Words On the Wall - I cast out cast away like a broken children’s toy buried inside a hole ...

Inspired by reading 'The Lost Years of Merlin Books' by T.A. Barron, specfically by the part when Merlin is on the stair going to the underworld and questioning everything. Mist ...

she shushes in the dark shutting my mouth with a sweet cinnamon caress Rebel Rebel I want to whisper but she stops me at a glance in this sweet hot ...

It’s a double-shot espresso at midnight Where you filter my dreams into Have-beens and maybe-nots And I feel so alone It makes me shiver upanddown my spine The lone lines ...

This is the end of a story I am writing. The last two lines from the two main characters Jess and Joanie and the poem. Here in Gethsemane “We okay ...

bouts pour le petit mort the best kept secrets are unkempt, unkept, and unwept: lullabies lukewarm deep in denim jeans – the best laid plans of mice and men are ...

My little boy blue My little boy blue is tumbling down the staircase. blistered, and broken and blue. and I understand now the insanity of love and why the scars ...

hey guys, I´m in Salamanca, Spain right now. Sitting in an internet cafe at a comp with a crappy keyboard with missing tilethingies. jetlag poetry the onset of a jetlag ...

jetlag poetry touche (exit) I keep this gun in the bible you gave me it chases my demons down deep alleyways ending in surreal gun fights that always feature a ...

I blame this all on Thomas, it's all his fault. In class today he was trying to say, My shirt is black: mi camiseta es negra, but instead he said, ...

this is for one of my best friends Robert, he and I have this running joke in spanish: I call him smart as a head of lettuce and he calls ...

inspired by a poem of Jack's that was up a while back, fall out girl, I think was the name and an episode of Coupling - the genious show that ...

sweet tea, arnold palmers sipping slipping southern style the banyan trees waving goodbye in the sweet breeze to the goodbye girl tanning rub, pink chablis is all that she left ...

I've broken many nails over you that I've not bothered to fix because you wouldn't notice if I did and I'd love to see that smile of yours, the one ...

collisionchaos virtues and pretty little emo boys fixated on lollipops and snowcones cover my skin with revenga and cinnamon sticks chemicals can't get everything clean thoughts are still blackened by

this is what happens when you read to much Keats...oi vey. still in the refining process...comments appreciated. CL little princes dregded in slumber wake the mind's width and wonder and ...

Girl: Hey I didn't know CL could write narrative poetry. Guy: Neither did I, kinda wierd don't cha think? ME: Hey you, ya you over there, I am right here! ...

sakura And, Now Ladies and Gentelmen Death has come The Black Pariah of crackling ashes, rolling clouds of serpent dust The Hounds lick my feet and fingers edging me up ...

Thank god Brad for knocking some sense into me on this one. Well I've messed around with it some more and added a bit...well more than a bit. and thegirlwhofateloves: ...

for years I've been crying into a pillow full of goosedown the mantra of ghostkisses and spiderflys gnashing at my head my only thoughts are missing you you're a truebluekid ...

Sylvia If you look through the dipping boughs of the elm trees you can see the glittering patches of light that is her genius hidden beneath shadow layers of cotton ...

the kid with the gun is my neighbor the two-colored eye man watches over the domain of the 3-legged dog whose limp is stiff from metal-pronged puppet strings daytime suburia ...

baby doll she takes his kisses no matter what whether they be a slap on the cheek or the press of coldwhite knuckles she surrenders her body lax under the ...

the machinists the touch at first is tentative then curious, as flesh meets flesh and all coherency is aborted the tumble of babbling springs forth into the clamy, damp air ...

lighting never strikes twice (this) left me wondering why genius strikes ligting quick with all the force of Vesuvias the chalkboard scratches are scars of purest silk, milky against the ...

she finds herself beneath the waves that ripple across the expansive, open sea her skin pickled from the briney immersion she's tried to kill herself before something only small-child-spaces know ...

She speaks with every woman's mouth, bending words and wisdom love hides underneath pressed linen in her dark cedar chest festering and growing tired she doesn't touch the lock she ...

Solid granite presses against my back as I look up to the sky back and forth my hand moves unable to follow the journey of simple space dust follow me ...

this if for you Brad (Incandescance), after reading someone's critique on one of your recent poems, I was inspired to write this for all the poetry of your people don't ...

There is a dark skinned cowboy who runs the mexican ridges of the Tiajuana river valley his pointed boot spurs glinting in the sun his hat tipped just so and ...

clockwork I wish I could see the inner workings of your mind you claim to have misplaced me behind gears and screws that pop off at the ends, loudly- that ...

-force be with you Padawan- the one armed Yoda hangs from the table chained to my keys his eyes closed (shut tight) in thought his head twists side to side ...

Indigo Children I arousal Indigo Children of Tarturus painted dark with holy inscriptions what has left your healing tears pooling at your feet? is it the violent sun bursting into ...

foliage - where are you? hidden beneath the concrete tremor only cement cracks show a shade of green in the darkened soot air a young boy with stoney limbs stares ...

he has us all colour-coded in yellow-metal-ring binders filed under last name and cashspending hobby he catalogues his apolstery by pattern first, then hue and the chuck of metal thrashing ...

Jack is to blame for this, I just read perfection and was yeah all your fault, Jack, not that I mind though... CL Skin Deep the dips in your skin ...

THIRD EDIT... The Wreckage of the Tomb I thought I saw the sea of death curling over the sighing horizon and swiftly did The Dark Mortality catch the shift in ...

the never bird gave up her nest to save a boy so keen on single destruction death seemed like a very big adventure and Heathcliff plumetted into a life long ...

With blue braids tipped foam-green and skin the shine of the sea she glides between the caps and waves. in a moment of sponteanity she leaps and flaps her sparkle-scaled ...

Lilliane She lays like the night, long black bird lashes Cast against Ivory white chilling skin, Hands folded gently over the dip between her breasts, Her weddingmourn dress pulls at ...

you shall see none of me when I am gone my words felled in the silent wake of a cut tongue not a cricket shall peep from the fields where ...

she was born in august an empty month, summer fleeting with the moon. she thought blood was prettier splattered on the stained- glass that was his church, but her god ...

an attempt at a new style of poetry. bleed me blue opium bleeds me blue so blue. did you feel it’s raining snowy splinters of glass? this has shaken us ...

EDIT II: Happy now Bob? Take this for what you will, about your siggy, the only reason I watch Idol is for Simon... Note: I need some major help on ...

I. ((antigone)) she dreams of icarus-wings so he paints them there gold-leaf-feather-tips fluttering in the slight breeze. the waft of spice flecks mingle on tongues as she drinks her fill ...

I don't much like the line breaks in this. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. This is the second part to the epigone CL the epigone II. ((helios apartment)) bright, brain ...

I think this goes here... Rated for Language - I am not so sure on the fragmented beginning. All comments, suggestions, welcome. As for the title is comes from two ...

Lounge Singer i wanna be a coffee coloured brown speakeasy angel waitin for her godfather-goodfella man batting baked broken lashes in the two-toned two-bright lights that are centered on a ...

I think this is the right rating... all comments, crits, suggestions welcome. CL m.a.l.a.i.s.e -I am going to die- she whimpers fingers gouging at my scalp tangledbrambles in my hair ...

This is part of a poem I am writing for a friend (her birthday present actually), and I was wondering, for all who speak spanish out there (or not) if ...

this is the, hmm let's see how many allusions I can put in one poem. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. Ciao CL. vermillion corset feather firebrand this is the end ...

I should probably type an introduction here, but I am not sure how to go about that without rambling on and on, essentially forever. If you need any clarification on ...

I think I put this in the right section, not entirely sure. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. Rated for imagery. [untitled] der schmetterling a headless butterfly, wings whacked, blood drippin

quietus on an Aegean Urn - On Reading Edge by Sylvia Plath - she is just a woman perfected in death. an illusion in greek fresco from the isle of ...

Paw-Paw Picking For Jamie Next to my pillowed head, your hair tousled, images of bramble bird nest. You never slept straight, your long limbs tossed about and bent weirdly and ...

EDIT: Second draft. All comments, crits, and such welcome. Divining Catacombs I. venery Winged Hermes gave chase but missed the window of opportunity as Apollo sigh-slipped into her coffin. the ...

Breathing the Green Girl I am a cactus girl of spikes and spines and wooden needle spokes. (venus rising—odysseus waning) como agua para agave. Saguaro with pot-smack holes, a nest ...

battered shins and you with your John Lennon glasses (pick between your teeth.) a phonographic needle of the brain bop shu bop bop. and me Miss Mercy Blue Eyes, cold ...

JIM: A unicorn, huh? —aren’t they extinct in the modern world? LAURA: I know! JIM: Poor little fellow, he must feel sort of lonesome. - The Glass Menagerie, Tennessee Williams ...

mastering.the.cut I am heavy of the mind and running out of ways to understand the black leaguing battalions launching greek fire into my battlements: armed with the old cracked men ...

apocalyspe lover - The Miasma Set: Poem #3 - hey jupiter, the crocodile’s on the sandbank sunbathing, and the sky is bending concave to my fingers, how’d ya feel about ...

La Méduse* hands clean, [fingers clean]- homologous spike structures signal licking the universe, plummeting into an orange fulmination with glow-tinted-green extremities. a bath of sulfur and phosph

The House that Jack Kerouac Built full of anecdotes and real world mythologies tampered by the patois of the north, and poetry pages so far from filial, bloated with cognac, ...

The House that Jack Kerouac Built [Second Verse] I have found the weeds which Ophelia wound around wrists and ankles; and Chatterton measured the moon. Flirtaceous perrenials blooms of boyhood ...

A Spell to Turn Tigers into Butter all those fort building limbs stuffed in mummy bags, purple and blue larva, scrunched and arched around the fire circle. all those hand-picked ...

hmm, another craptastic poem by me. Arias I. White Hart she was not what they wanted to see of you - a jealous moon in an india-red scripture sky. (hot-and-confused ...

Look who is writing poetry again; ME! lamentation for priory girls give me your woven road, paper-daisy girl and your calloused-conclusions of devotion. he loves me, he loves me not...he ...

hay swain two sit entwining hay, golden flax spinning into rope between their fingers, the quietus of an autumns day settling like the lord’s mantle on their shoulders. and she ...

This is very much a story poem, with some prose stuffed in. Thursdays It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays. - Arthur Dent, Hitchhiker's Guide ...

Haven't posted a poem in awhile, this one is from my Poetry Final for Creative Writing this past semester. Was partly inspired by a poem by Federico Lorca and watching ...

This is the third recognition of a poem I once wrote called "Blue Rose Midnight". I haven't posted a poem in a while and thought it was high-time I attempted ...

inspired by Woman with Girdle by Anne Sexton. * not the darkness that you seek, but the sun that you need your hills are white capped, like ski mountains, alp ...

bête noire she calls them stones around her neck, stones around her neck, not pieces of diamond and jade, but of imperfected rock. their little chubby, cherub-like cheeks and stubby, ...

Play House I. Le Petit Enfant Scientifique [pre] my little scientist on the floor, building blocks of color, something like Tetris; or, pricking the center of june- bugs and beetles: ...

I. Le Petit Enfant Scientifique Play House II. une tâche de montagne there is a mountain between what he conceives and all the capacity he has for becoming himself. like ...

Horatioin all my dreamt up philosophiesI was a seafarer, Horatio. sailing between heaven and earththe gold on my jacket,the romance in my heart,but you tore away my fantasies;here was no ...