This Moment

Hands so close to the complacent
Hands so close to my heart
You reach for the indifferent
You reach for my life
With every touch I yearn
You hear me nothing
You hear me none
You’ve touched me in pinched strain
You’ve taken everything
I beg for nothing more than you
Nothing more than real
I can’t hear what you don’t allow me to feel
Irreverent quiet
Silence growing in my soul
Nothing more than you
Nothing more than me
How can we be
When everything between you and me
Has forever between?

Worthy of Blood

Deserving of the swoosh of blood
Through all veins
Prerequisite for life inching pulse and
Life’s rigorous grovel, pleas and beg
For what you’ve decided is yours.
Tripping the light fantastic
with 10,000 watt poses
under a 9 volt desire.
Flagrant flaw misused disgust
queer query queerest flop
Maggot twits poised for grandiose pose
a righteous “its mine dammit” snatch
for possession while falling from grace.
“Well at least I made it faggot
at least I’m here.”
Setting confidence one ton
On the point of a needle
Pinking inkling indifference
Defer emotion maggot
You wretched filthy damned
Grotesque skull splitting fortress
Base to pinnacle, oxygen deprived precipice.
Writhing, gagging and pleased at the distraction.
Maniacal monkey proclamation,
“What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine too.”
Heaving breathless where in desperate thought
does doing create result.
Miraculous bounty pontification poisons my said
My foundation with canker and grime.

Non Language Poem

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Sorry is you read through that and wonder what it means. It means nothing. I intended for this to be read aloud. It's not about what it means but how it sounds.

Mr. Brooks

Cry, cry Mr. Brooks.
Cry venerable Mr. Brooks.
Meet me in the sky;
Meet me in my world;
Touch me on my time.
Reach into my mind, my heart;
Love me on my terms.
Tempt your fate in the eye of a needle;
The tiniest moment moving me to forever;
Eternal light.
Gravitating to a better time;
A fixed and necessary time of love
To me and only me.
My jealousies and my wonder
My lub-dub wonder that you could take
So gently into your tumult, your time
Your space, your need, your everything ‘til
‘morrows morn’.
To understand, ‘does a song bird cry?’
Cry, cry Mr. Brooks.
Cry venerable Mr. Brooks.
Learn to direct your tears down
The back of your throat.
The salty endeavor of lost moments
To drain sensibilities and reason
To a dark and private place
Protected from peering eyes.
I’ve stretched every moment;
A tangible dream.
How could a moment cease to be
Other than a dream
Other than a ghost
Other than a mist enveloping my crown;
Temples pulsing to a throbbing headache.
Cry, cry Mr. Brooks.
Let rise the steam of your body.
Let rise the hopes of forever gone bad.
Cry for the loss of emotions
That keep us locked into
The realm of reason and sensibilities.
Dream of a better way,
A better day
Put to rest the temptations of Christ
To feel your humanity and
The dirt that soils us all.
Reach for forever so that
You can dream of the great escape.
The entire expanse of what
God really means.
Reach for Big Bang, supernova, light year speed.
Let that be your need, let that be your speed.
From me to you
From now until then.
Forever and ever,
Forever and ever,
And ever.