inkwell

scribbles on margins

I am a small eye poet.

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ignoring keen lessons

just number-nine-dreamin' and blitzkrieg bopping with grassy throats in california on mars, this city stands in quasi-heroic poses. 'cept you, you've got me singing the blues between work

OLD: The wind, being indifferent, carries old kites. Grandfather, your kite sways from your neck like a censer, exhausting a smoke from within, within the furnace where age is untempered ...

Jasmine perfumes the woolly foreboding which waxes o'er the balcony, rails, lawn chairs,trails of suburban-blue and me and you.The moon marbles and bobs like yolk in the milky sky; I ...

A place in New England

Unbroken sorrowswan-scattered in a dice-throw—you outlive yourself.

Better Hell-------------------------------------------Looking up at the Moon, I say my my knees on the floor, I fell.I reached out around meTo find an instrument proper.There's nothing to use, 'Cept a

Purple Honey------------------------------------------------Fuzzy spirals of purple honey,Spinning and spilling down.Stuck to our faces,Sticky and sweet,Sliding on my lips,Glued to our feet.Revolving

Marmalade----------------------------Marmalade:Sweet citrusSoaked in,And full of,Subtle flavors - Of chromatic love.Sustained happiness,RelishedAlongside,Bitter skin,Peeled awayAnd sliced thin.Marmala

This is a slightly dated poem in which the words weren't my priority but more so a careful use of repetition and an intense rhyme scheme/meter. Don't be afraid to ...

This is just a rough poem and I decided to get some critique before moving on with it. I hope you like it.Imbibe------------------------------Scarlet waterfallcascades.Ricochet -fusilladeson crystal t

Wayfarer----------------------------------Black veils over glassyeyes - my wayfareris the perfect disguisefor a classy kid toparty. It hidesthe empty stomach - food for thought.Not to lack the throbof

Love Life------------------------------------------------------I eased the shiny bulletinto the waiting gun. I cocked it with one suddenmotion, then held it in my hand.I thrust it into my throat.I thr

Fifth Avenue-------------------------------------------------------The crisp leaf floated down.The weather; cruel and pretty.Wind lifted and twisted its pathas it paled against the city.I pulled mysel

Beach Chair------------------------------------------Break me the sunset in a cup;a splendid notion.Thoughts aside as I residein my beach chair by the ocean.Archaic is the paper news;I peruse at a pla

Twinkle Twinkle (An Ode to a Star)------------------------------------------------------------Twas but a twinkle of terrifying hydrogen,The candle of heaven, entropic lust.For every word another is sn

The Kitchen Dance-----------------------------------------------------------------------The cozy suburbs nestled in jagged mountains. Painted blue skies and puffy white clouds. Cookie cutter house on

Foothold---------------------------------------------------------------The world and my knowledge havestretched beyond my very foothold. I've fallen into neuroticnihilism. My synapses bend andbreak. T

The Crucifix is a Sex Toy----------------------------------------------------------------------------------First Day:The kinky confessional was lit by the moon.Crucifixes offered up a mangled human sa

The desperate ends of the thin pagesshrivel like a flowerat the end of its bloom.The airplane hurtles,again, again, replay.They burn.The inky inscriptions ofsalaam and damnationconsumed by the embersi

A strict experiment of stream of consciousness written recently after an outburst of dialogue and thought.A guilt trip from here to -woken up in the climax ofa dream, blurry accusations ...

"Camellia" The vivid sex organ blossoms;seductive pedals stretch to praise the center of thezodiacal dance and flitter from the whisper of a butterfly.She flashes a radiant smile -She loves me, ...

Fresh AirApparitions fly bymy upside down head,whispering words of wisdomand teasing temptations.Memories, like white, floatingpetals, dip in and out of the liquid threshold.Undisturbed, still moving.

Bubbles flew like hot air balloons -on crack cocaine.With sugar and ice, in a glass,half empty, but really full.From my bed it did carry -I said "Merry" and you took ...

The soft, leafy steam wastender and fragrant.Imaginary jazz meanderedin the space between.I poured white, creamy milk-The Earl was drunk.Broken tea bags leakedinto tepid water.

The world pinches offin a gossamer, sprightly bubble,and adrenaline surges likethat of a falling dreamer hitting the oh so real yetimaginary ground-when our eyes meet.A cutting, nasally and ignorant r

- is in a garage,growing, evolving, from a hastily musteredorgy of instinct and sound.- is the tugging, plucking,of your "soul" strings.And the volume raised!Just enough to not distort.- is an ...

Spoiler! : Tried to use musical devices when I wrote this. Kind of random but inspired by dramatic beat poems. Capital accumulates -like sand in an hourglass,squeezing through a breach,a ...

Nursing an aluminum Coke can -one quarter full, three fourths empty - replaying the pop of the tab - penetration,sigh - in my cloudy and high head while scrawling a ...

Bareness left by the productconsumed in a soporific,sepulchered card board box -folding in on itself -rewound origami - collapsinglike a cheap chairbought at Walmart the cold casket irkedmy clammy pal

Spoiler! : This poem is experimental for me in that I've never done anything like it. Virtually every word is derived from either George W. Bush's address on 9/11, or ...

The delicate crinkleof a Sun Chips bag,the kind that recycles,and affords no guiltand wilts like a flower -gilded and gossamer.A cloudy, brownbottle of cheap beer, rolled bya steady squall -ringing ...

Tension stacks tectonically,teetering your waist as the frictiongives way to an 8.9 - record high -and a wave comes over me, into me.I drown in your ashy shadow.Muscles collapse to ...

Young, yearning poet,you download your heart,in sans serif and sans self,on the center of my screen.Your life is speltA-N-G-Z-Y-U-T-T-Y,rhymes with "cliche"and is untitled.That doesn't stop you.I wish

Spoiler! : Edited Every gaze was glued to tepid food,or the firm phalli hidden underneath,that chained us to our chairs,for fear of exposure.The awkward asphyxiation -like pretending not to noticepare

Small wonder I recoilat my cross-shaped reflection, hanging ornamentally on the flexing chest of an excited woman,grimly staring back as if to warn of some future.Small talk was musteredfrom what ...

Spoiler! : Revised in light of perido. I.Soft instants of color stoke the lady's formwhile my eyes meander.Feverish passers-by blend with pastel buildings; no relief - flat.White, chalky faces, like ...

Focus forces to liftfrom the blur your sharp hazeleyes.Infinite, hollow innuendos suspendthe formless fiction oflove.Curves correspond andriftin symmetry, like flowerpedals.Time loses its context and

Fruitless, fruitless birch treespantomime cocooning quips.Fruitless, fruitless chineselingers on, on your lips.Blithe, blithe blades of grass waverto the song of brevity.Blithe, blithe rolling hands s

Palindromic memories meandered fromthe blue cello's plangent, hollow heart.The warmth of anonymous listeners regaledthe artist, fomenting an incipient encore -cursory jots in the marginalia of his sto

Fixed stare at first sight,deeper than a distraction.Lusty tones and torrid coils, a sweltering abstraction -limned by the foisted libido,drunken by the vacant eyes, shedding my every scruple,shedding

This is a meditationon my bookshelf:bloated, dusty, a monolithof leathery pulp, dashedin forgotten howls, dashedin mimicked yearning,crumbling, armoring mein brave thoughts that amount tonothing: a gi

Faceless cannon fodder:two million, four hundred eighty thousand, three hundred thirty-five - dead,according to the government, according to Wikipedia, according to myself,according to my therapist,bu

The paragon of posterity:faked suicides inone hundred fortycharacters or less,always less.One hundred fortyacts of heroism,slaying the beast ofboredom.

Hapless shades of silkscreened past,glowing off tubes in parallel windows,saturating puddles on asphalt motions mirroring subtle charactersof varied hues leaking into the screenor out; a glass confess

Spoiler! : Adaptation subject: Dante's Inferno. (This seems to have the whole text: Caffè Dolorous tendrils of grey claw for pityagainst the evening's cool sarcophagus urging me helps to teeter ...

The crinkling of your face,skin splintering beneath the crashing ceiling before our voices capsize,and rise, the tide tightin your soiled gut.Even the throat of the doorwayis a dangerous cradle undert

Spare this sapling tethered to a tagged signplanted on the corner where we used to chew the lotuseverything is different in this crannybelow the adult line of sightbut above their ...

Revised:Mulling in the dank basement, wasted as my blanket,culling memories to be tossed, spread against the sore wall,stretched o'er pressed cracks,relaxing the breast-like contours of my firm bottle

Spoiler! : Edited The air is a billowing thicket of acrylic heat,since no AC saves four-dollar-gasolinefor jaydrivers in the zenith of their days,those days when driving left feels right—to lean ...

Time un-furls slowly,as do the leaves,as do the if wepluckedfrom domestic altitudes,from Buddha'shandthe soil's stillness.I did not stirbut steeped.For to steep the morningis to stretchwillow-backedin