"t e x t u a l a t i o n z"

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-09-27 05:14

spoon on pot
a hot sound
on a cold morning
the light like a
spike
still bright from
the nite
dreams ground running
down like a worn brake
screaming on the
drums
no good goodbyes
just so long and be well
wiping off the feeling
of your touch like a bad
spell
but down in the realm
of there and beware
the calamity
the mirror is empty
devoid of insanity
so the hush of the
power that tensions
tall tower
leaves the kingdom
in silence
like the stars all alone
and the maiden
of moonlite
has ridden the road
I just saddle the
memories
and carry the load
switchplates and outlets
the quiet reception
but the transmit of
message to upkeep
deceptions
in the dreams and the
outtakes your eyes
dark from outbreaks
are scanning the
mirror
to be futures
new make
new moon
full bloom
winter room
palatial pallid
stolid strut
cut the trail
from primitive
rut
desire like a
rail
achieving speed
the words like
leaves falling
appeasing
its need.

"smitten mince"

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2015-10-09 10:37

the rain entertains falling uncaring
the anarchy of eyes
troika of Loves
in decades torrential
decadent
what do I want
I want to get hard
I want to get wasted
I want to refrain from
this terrible mess
create a crash
in my head
nothing stirs
but the rain
my crocodile channels
where I slither and
swerve
inhaling the night
and sensing
age
and time
and defiance
and deliverance
like a deaf explosion
of brilliant memories
headlight eyes on blind
dusk crests
little gold crosses
on bad girls chests
the violet eyes
and pretty features
sinning with smiles
such beautiful creatures
sin like a black habit
like a lost sick dream
hearing our own voice
calling out...but every
door every room looks
the same...
forgotten what I look
like
but they remember me
the hate of their love
pressed upon me
like a lucky coin
a bright fruit plucked
from the limb
a poison of no known
cure
dwellers of polite
expulsion
I embraced the power
of your spirits
and found them good
and the wolf was
sated
and laid down with
the lamb
and the rain fell
entertaining
sharing the
infinite of worth
the ones
and the zeros.

"Mouthing the Words to the new Ideals."

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2015-10-17 14:24

Got the rock right
the spill of the brilliant light
behind the foggy mist
the curtians bring
like dreams and memories
through summers screens
like heaviness and Love
swallowed up in hate
and Lust
smitten
she feels bitten
the fever rushed
an immortal touch
she reachs
out her hands
her toes curled
up
her ankles turned
inward
her feelings awkward
why he makes her
feel like this
the room is spinning
like the chamber
shinning like
the words
she chokes
"I hate U..I luv u"
but she never texts
holds it all in check
her nails on its metal
the beauty
loves its nose on her
temple
her chest
between her breasts
Revlon Tears
Tiger Beat
the worlds a drive
by
callouse and old
whom does he think
he is
she sees him leaning
talking
a blushing new girl
she doesnt know
she'll hurt too
like a burn
and she rocks
the music
playing
mouthing words
and getting
braver
slipping deeper
feeling the madness
work.

"HEARTBOOK SOONER"

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2015-10-23 03:49

the season of romance
arrives
and it comes too
me
like a knock on the heart
for all my words
Im tied
and fumble
leave them in tears
and angry
watch them
walk away
close the door
promise myself
not to open it ever
again
but of course I do
each time
I take the step
further out on the
bridge
the beautiful
and the wind
alone
and empty.

"S u p p l e s t i t i o n z"

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2015-11-17 00:10

black velvet carapace
newest jewel slipped
in a sleight palm
dexterous and
moving
your love words
soothing
bright ember
a stirred eye
a moon
shivers in stars
trance trax
the new groove
wrapped bout
the wounded skin
your taste upon
the dusts of sin
arm lain
bodies playing
the past slain
falling card house
temples
stain anew the
gush hearts
meek feast
a travel of kiss
pressure
mapped
finding all
the x's exact
as winter
gathers
her glitter
falling wishes
drifting like
crystal litter.

"LIDDED SVELTATION"

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2016-01-31 07:29

churning air
a tired essence
the slow burn of autumn
simmering in the stillness
behind the blinds
beyond the thin slip of
curtians
outside the drywall
and brick veneer
down below the
stoop rooftop
drainpipe and leafy
urban tree
the street still warm
from a blistering sun
oily and bloated in
the west
swallowed up by the
liquid haze
the fan buzzes on
flipping papers
stirring hair
the clock tic and the
television
streams its low glow
coctail of midnight
hour salutation
around two am
something bumps
in the house
the dog stirs
settles back too sleep
something interupts
the power too the television
and it goes blank
the screen a royal blue
the fan in its inertia
never paused
but the curtians puff
with a new breeze
in their sleep dreams
startle the dreamer
on the two floors they
both speak
I will never get used
to that
was never used to that
but now its not now
its not then either
its autumn
and a breeze is
rising
I leave the television
be
I move outside to the
crickets
and light a smoke
something woke me up.