Wednesday, August 27, 2014
My tears were dressed in the tired movements
Of black and white film
Losing innocence to sound and color
To glossy images of ghostly white crumbled flesh
And ghastly red chalked lips
A furrowed questioning brow
And a twist of a collared wrist
Grabbing at the crowd
Of sad confections and thoughtful feet
And black tie affairs put on with meaningless heirs
As I flung my heavy heart away
And I let you lick the hurt by day
To cool my heart and hide my tired head
Upon rust red hills of bakers' clay
Nevermore to be flat and gray
Friday, August 22, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
By the gospel of torturous traditions
By vulgar contradictions
By the domestication of the cursed and damned
By your old world moth-eaten words
By drowning in assiduous absolutes
By irregular irrational flow
By following fiercely
Of curiously wagging stranger tongues
By bitterly speaking brutalities
By hidden sombre pleasure
By disparate fatalities
By ambiguous anointing projected in reflected silence
By approachable sovereignty sorrowfully swallowed
By unimaginative unaccountable uncompromising cardinal arrogance
By a calloused
By an indifferent closeness that laments hostile love
By fear of defeat desertion dystrophic destruction
By fear of manic maniac krazy
By fear of strange dreams rubbing their eyes
By fear of eyes closed ears closed mouths closed hearts closed
By fear of chains cuffs locks links barriers bars
By fear no more!
By guilt no more!
By pain no more!
By jovial joyous joyous joy!
By deciphering Whitman's annotations
'be simple and clear'
I too am the poet of the body!
I too am the poet of the soul!
~Saint KKKatie~ August 21, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
haphazardly threading meaningless signals and symbols
through a hothouse of binary paralleled shapes
sending structural shivers soaring above
of a vertical people horizontally heard
trying pitifully and endlessly to navigating time's
of a rising fulminate isomer tide