Lonesome Thompson Gunner

Warren Zevon
The soundtrack to my travels
my travails
have a much less poignant ambience.

On reading poetry

I'm posting this mostly as a reminder to myself (well only erik actually looks at this site)
1. Read with the grammar not the structure
2. Finish the poem if you can, and if you can't either it's garbage, or you're an idiot
3. They don't have to make sense to touch on reality. So don't dodge the topic because it's a big fucking quagmire.

Lemon(lime)/LSD (poem found written in highschool while tripping)

The acid spews delicious
It's flavor jump from the pallet

Absorbed in paper and citrus
They hue my life
Flavors and realities

One an altered state.
The other alters taste.
The effect is striking,

Only in its similarity.
Cerebral changes emerge,
They are beaten back.

Only to renew its nascence.
So easy to forget,
Tastes and sensations.

This feeling,
Pleasurable, Indescribable.
Is it from a good meal, or the six tabs I swallowed?

On intimacy and other ununderstandables

Intimate moments
The light touches the skin pressed,
the words unleashed...
Spewed un-edited un-filtered full of life

Most of life you live behind a shield
A spiked wall ready to bash.
Turning your friends and family to tikka
Your words unsaid metal skewers bisecting your relationships

These moments of intimacy.
Brief glimpses into my own humanity.
glances into what I think I am.

Isn't it odd.
Strange. Weird. Or at least somewhat unusual.
That all my most intimate moments are with strangers?

What it Means to be a Man

-Maxwell R. Davis

Starting a Fist Fight with an Oncoming Train

These tides they are a same-in.
A new day dawns to reach the old sunset
nature´s turns are circles
spinning endless.

Elitism, A pox on your house
A feckless insult landing squarely on all shoulders.
A faultless man could never reach these heights
Elitist all, decent none
Stop telling me what to do.

I hear the beast a dancin',
It's screams and wails reverberating
Ah yes he says just like Ghengis,
Just like Caesar,
Just like Bush.

I want to scream
"It's all falsehood"
"Every word drips lies"
"just look at the trail. That goo is unmistakable"

I swing my fists
Landing air
laughter erupts.
"Can't he see? We're fixing the world."
Maybe they are, but only for them.

Fuck your world.
Fuck your petty causes.
Fuck health care.
Fuck Social Security.
Their endless eating has stripped my bones.

They see, They know
They can't help themselves.
They can't stop themselves from laughing,
"What could be funnier than a boxing Skeleton?"

Three ditties from the airplane

Three Chimes on the Hour

Ding, Ding, Dong
Rough acoustics startle
Dreary eyes widen
A day like all others
Singular as part of the infinitum
Three more hours
Nine more chimes
A day alike,
But for one last thing
Today the songs are inaudible

The crescent of an orchid

Vulvic jutting
a flower grown wild
Hanging from the wall
Its openness pornographic
No shame, no fear
Is this the way we should live?
adrift in sensuality?
Its earthy aroma calls
Sweet, and yet tinged with naivety
Does it know how easily it could be crushed?
does it matter?
A flower, a woman the questions are the same.

Music Defines my Relationships

The stones ripple across blown speakers
her mouth moves, but her words evasive
a serpentine nature.
They sound of meaning that I cannot grasp
Curling around I want to ask
"what is the point?"
"Why are we waiting?"
Instead I nod.
My agreance is preordained
My cowardice is a learned habit
I tell myself there is strength in this.
That my passivity is grease
These rails need lubrication
If only
If only
If only
Each held word is itself an ends.
The warble now stronger.
More distinct
Less able to understand
never able to interpret