Some Poems

[Canofceleri]

All My Struggle

 

Bad vibes,

anxiety.

On top of the city,

the city's on top of me.

 

Good vibes,

I'm merely lying.

I hate the world,

the world's on top of me.

 

Vibrations left,

the remnants of a man:

his soul.

High flyin' over the city now.

Such a ghost, so white,

transient 'lectronics.

I'm gonna buy and

I'm gonna win and

that's just what I told

Jesus before I escaped from

His game.

 

Cold nuts,

labotomy...

I'm not sure what that means

but it's inside of me.

Can't die unless you've lived

so I'll take my chances,

I'll be a man.

I'll scare my children until

they love me

or at least fear me.

 

 

Beautiful

 

Can you see this speck

on my window's pane?

Can you tell the fallen petals on an Autumn lot,

discern them from the rest of this plane?

Can you look into my eyes and flee

not having seen peril so real?

Can you feel the warmth of imminent danger,

the blood rushing to the top of your head?

Can you feel death so cold massaging you

and utter the word STOP or are you too shaken?

Me... I'm quivering, I'm so scared.

 

 

I Fell in Love Madly (in B&W)

 

Such a cold wind

came out from her mouth,

it let me lay down

in awe of it.

 

And as the night,

it let on

to the trappings of

George Gerswhin on ice...

 

I fell in love madly.

 

 

On My Way (the water is calmer than my father)

 

I'd like to sit across from

a weak and failing sun,

I thought on my way to the lake.

And I'll skip a stone

for each of my woes

when I settle there this evening.

 

 

Untitled

 

Something about cats and dogs,

or birds and bees,

or church sermons and atom bombs;

I don't know, I made Fs in school anyway.

 

And what's this about rolling stones

and break my bones

and Jill came mumbling to herself?

Jesus Christ there goes the city!

 

But it's Sunday morning, smile!

Much ado about Kingdom Come,

Thy Will Be Done and Biblical translacastration.

Lets see the new pandemic stick between the news pages.

 

I'll be fine in the morning...

but right now the only thing,

the only thing

on my mind...

 

is how pretty my mom looks with her hands in the air, shaking with black mascara tears streamlining down her cold pale face, like an addict for her fix. And with the pill down her throat, cerebral explosions. One down! BOOM! And then another one! Clear! This one's gonna land hard! Just drape the sheet over her face, the time is 12 pm! Dance, convulse -- Die, go now! Let Him take you! The water level isn't rising, the leveys are fine, stay where you are!

[ANANAMOOSE]

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