GnawlLenseChemis
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Oct 5, 2016
- Messages
- 1
Old Birds and Splinters
Twilight the arsonist refines his art
Setting goldenwet fire to the horizon.
Crestfallen upon revisiting bowlegged
Expressions limping from my youth
Not just a little older now a severity
Colors me in awareness I cannot now
Cook into something edible and feed
To you ignoring your gags of disgust.
The poet showing age and scars here
More than as of yet manifest mirrors
Aquainted halfway with his longing
Knows himself orchestrated rendezvous
With dissatisfaction in retrospectives
Progress spared for longing shrugged
Too out of focus considering time given.
*** 2 ***
Cookers, Narcaine, and New Rigs
Wellness is in translucent polymers
Go from the zip lock to the rig cocked
And loaded registration required
Blood pressure petals bloom of blood,
of blood the vine that props the blossom
Unfurling up the barrel the orchid in
the cylinder as big as my diastolic is high
The plunger pushes everything along
with what I struck vein for upstream
Soon I'm thinking nothing about everything
You catch a glimpse and shake your head
Say I'll wind up dead if I go on this way
You say what they all say so fuck you
I knew I was getting robbed Blind
I gave up all I was the first time
So when life hangs me upside down
By my ankles to shake my pockets out
Nothing falls and I never jingle
Broke as hell saying keep the change
I got my fix and my cigarettes come up
Short seemingly surprised not to make it
Well educated in being ok living life on
Life's terms is fine for people who can't
Manipulate their window to the world
I used to see concrete beneath a bridge
Now it's aerial views of the streets
Young trees all beneath the second story
Of the shooting gallery. Any one can get
a room in hell for free I feel like people
Would brag about where they live if they
Saw others doing similarly stupid things
What else is there to do while burning
For all eternity for your marginal sins?
Your greatest crime was apathy and
Casting judgement with your eyes
Any time you bought half of what you saw.
I guess it's the same as me, too proud of
What people thought they knew about
My life to crawl back to the light from
Under the bridge and rendezvous
With an end to uncertainty and myth
Mysterious disappearances appeal
More than cemeteries for dreams
So I hid and fortified either end
of my bridge with broken bottles
Sticks and leaves to make noise
I could hear if someone real was coming
Eyes gone to detailing shadow peoples
Faces of many grey scribblings well
Beyond the start of a deep psychosis
From insomnia and amphetamines
Unwilling to help prove anyone right
Or wrong just alone with help looking
At any novel noise up from their
Glue trap screens for any sign of
Me, a message, a subpoena, a shadow
I didn't gift a soul with certainty whether
I was incarcerated upstate or in Peru
Vacationing with all the other white people
At machu picchu with a selfie stick
To pepper my travel blog with photo proof
And you All eat it like it's cake when it's shit
Just because I know the road to lead you out
Doesn't mean I know what I'm talking about.
Twilight the arsonist refines his art
Setting goldenwet fire to the horizon.
Crestfallen upon revisiting bowlegged
Expressions limping from my youth
Not just a little older now a severity
Colors me in awareness I cannot now
Cook into something edible and feed
To you ignoring your gags of disgust.
The poet showing age and scars here
More than as of yet manifest mirrors
Aquainted halfway with his longing
Knows himself orchestrated rendezvous
With dissatisfaction in retrospectives
Progress spared for longing shrugged
Too out of focus considering time given.
*** 2 ***
Cookers, Narcaine, and New Rigs
Wellness is in translucent polymers
Go from the zip lock to the rig cocked
And loaded registration required
Blood pressure petals bloom of blood,
of blood the vine that props the blossom
Unfurling up the barrel the orchid in
the cylinder as big as my diastolic is high
The plunger pushes everything along
with what I struck vein for upstream
Soon I'm thinking nothing about everything
You catch a glimpse and shake your head
Say I'll wind up dead if I go on this way
You say what they all say so fuck you
I knew I was getting robbed Blind
I gave up all I was the first time
So when life hangs me upside down
By my ankles to shake my pockets out
Nothing falls and I never jingle
Broke as hell saying keep the change
I got my fix and my cigarettes come up
Short seemingly surprised not to make it
Well educated in being ok living life on
Life's terms is fine for people who can't
Manipulate their window to the world
I used to see concrete beneath a bridge
Now it's aerial views of the streets
Young trees all beneath the second story
Of the shooting gallery. Any one can get
a room in hell for free I feel like people
Would brag about where they live if they
Saw others doing similarly stupid things
What else is there to do while burning
For all eternity for your marginal sins?
Your greatest crime was apathy and
Casting judgement with your eyes
Any time you bought half of what you saw.
I guess it's the same as me, too proud of
What people thought they knew about
My life to crawl back to the light from
Under the bridge and rendezvous
With an end to uncertainty and myth
Mysterious disappearances appeal
More than cemeteries for dreams
So I hid and fortified either end
of my bridge with broken bottles
Sticks and leaves to make noise
I could hear if someone real was coming
Eyes gone to detailing shadow peoples
Faces of many grey scribblings well
Beyond the start of a deep psychosis
From insomnia and amphetamines
Unwilling to help prove anyone right
Or wrong just alone with help looking
At any novel noise up from their
Glue trap screens for any sign of
Me, a message, a subpoena, a shadow
I didn't gift a soul with certainty whether
I was incarcerated upstate or in Peru
Vacationing with all the other white people
At machu picchu with a selfie stick
To pepper my travel blog with photo proof
And you All eat it like it's cake when it's shit
Just because I know the road to lead you out
Doesn't mean I know what I'm talking about.
