I have left each piece as they were posted by Esker (Steven) some of his words were strange but it is a way he looked at things around him ..Yours Ian T

"Knot no one "

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2015-07-09 06:20

delicate the fresh caress
strawberries
like old rain
raising gooseflesh
Emergence of the zeal
cunning
cupped
undone
flanked by
rug burns
and cheap
skills
still the motor turns
humming the lullaby
to the shy
Hazy eyes
in stormy worn wear
scratch that itch
across a favorite
scar
Eyes glittering
Jubilant starz

"THIRTEEN"

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2015-07-25 23:44

the links
upon the sprocket whirl
agog with the heady
crush happy girl
headlong
with a speedo spun
a crazy turn
and your daddies gun
you make them all
on your run
Turn and Burn
Beneath a ripe sun
golden hazed
the west coast
seashore
you have made
from midwest
corn belt
thunderous skies
down lengths
of smooth and
angled thighs
Riding out
dangerous
riot and wild
Riding out
headlong
unbroken
and tried
With angels looks
make your mother
cry
Blackheart and
free
Freedom means
to not turn back
but race the day
challenge the nite
the soul that burns
burns fastly bright
speed lash the
urge
lean in with
might
beyond the distance
beyond this sight

"D-zine065"

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2015-07-16 04:49

a scoundrel river
ripples its scales
with shipes in shapes
plying its swerve
the serpent fire
like diamonds
and pearls
with funnels
and whistles
steaming their swirls
Beneath the leather
polished shoes
the bones of iron
tremble
Lorrys and motorcars
in the lonely torment
gush past in slipstream
rush
and the gulls cry
like pans call
drifts against
the lull of the
pure ragged clouds
Anger like an anchor
and anguish like
clipped wings
burns a hole in pages
scalded
the steady font
"its all here"
a deposit key
the pounds collected
its not money that
fuels life in Lovesick
sacks of coal
to pressure
boilers of thrust
in a world of Grey
but depravity and lust
and the rebuke
too often
after the savage
lending
the poverty of
desire smouldering
like a hotplate
on fire
The sleeplacked
nite
and scars
across the brain
the addiction
mending like
bruises and
rashes
the crash
reverie
the boot crumples
the open door
scrapes sparks
the bonnet gone
the Bobbies will
be here
Its time
Lean Lean forward
into freedom
one last time
no arms to fall
into
No restraining
of power
no nothing but
the wind
against the
formality
and senseless
ache
and anger
and rage
tumbling
a tiny stage
upon a tiny
day
shiny like the
buttons done
up neat
the shoes laced
right
and its a mistake
in the flat
the number
was misplaced
the messages
come in
a fortnight
missed
I need U
I love U
Im arriving
Meet me
desending
through the
styx process
the labirynth of
lattice the
bridgwork throws
Freedom Never
Felt So Good

"Noosense"

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2015-08-05 03:54

as if boredom was not enough temptation
all the empties of Grey Goose
and the tinfoil shreds
crushed in embedded
to the runners character
the underwear like wrappers
scattered
and make up mirror
coated in its sticky prints
lip drool
and residue
the room heavy with musk
perfume and old sweat
thrills
doorknobs hangar bars
and doors
lifted for the rush above
the floor
crushed into the pillows
with brilliant lush lip gloss
smeared
bruised knees and hip
hop alibis
damp twisted towels
and bloodshot eyes
Ive got to get my broken
foot to heal
crashed with my little fan
on my drug laced visions
and exhaustion
slip in to lay quick with
me...some words
and away
the wind in the wild trees
make me smile
like the cherry tootsie pop
here...you can have this
the collection of treasures
and treats to the shrine
I work your back feeling
you relax
while a moon plays peek a boo
with cool summer clouds
our climax was fast cars and
dangerous stupid stunts
but we were good
and lucky
the rush monitored
a careful eye
everyone is their own
femme fatale muse
horror movie tragic
scene
ophelia never had it
so good
as Othellos object
and in another era
another generation
it was the mixture of
the tincture
....
everyone wants to
feel the edge wavering
of the ultimate high
because its all been
so done before
only as authentic
as authentic

"TRIXSHUREFIXSTAR"

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2015-08-13 13:22

out on the bowl of the valley
the moon alike walks the
wires like a star
Gleaming cold and shimmering
a thousand images of light
alive in the dream
fill the silence thick as emptiness
quiet as a scream
the cold eats your concerns
snaps it up like a coyotes yips
the stones uneven or the sand
draw crooked the step
its a battle to feel the awful sky
to stay upright
best to stand still
letting all the spirits flow
compress
sniff your heels
give you a test
fire up the bike
feel it warm
loose the shake
run out on the highway
still warm from the suns
bake
ride through the scarred
rise of mountians
misted in the distance
sinous curves
to the sands far away
of a beach where the
sunrise will arrive
long before the people
come to play
where i rest...lay my
head in my wrap
dream of a girl
and all of that....

"Derrotero Dilletantte"

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-08-16 03:33

discipula
antumbra
I was beneath a cascade
of wealthy winter
crystals
falling drunk from heaven
I awoke frozen
the ice in the slow
knock of my hearts chamber
and you were
Upon the shine
of a watch fire
a dark fear
staged near
speak not a sound
while the tender
beam of stillness
fell abound
i could taste
your breath
on the stale dream
feel your terse
lips drawn steady
the bosoms heat
a hex the tinge
of touch
lept
and you departed
singing lightly
with a knowing
laugh
all the seasons
you kept your sacred
craft
and borne
with it
the poison
of its Love

"Seelving"

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2015-08-26 19:31

an oceans roar
temptation and the anger
settling the froth
of an aftermath
the detonation of egos
what a smash
our silence
together
while the rain
seeks comfort
running
turn
in the labirynth
hear a laugh
and if I dont
come
you look
seeking
selve
to selves
layering
histories like
flooring
a temperament
to hold up all
the passage
of the game

"FURREOUS FYRE"

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-09-13 04:47

she extorts
and he proud
exorts
She kicks stones out on the road
they roll and roll
He sucks slow the cigarette
watching her from the corner
of her eyes
tank top and old soul
cinched up in all
her lovers
none satisfy what she
craves
the man with body
and eyes most brave
the creek drinks
shadows swaying
hypnotic
the slash of the
hot chrome
breath of exhaust
from exotics
shes rough and
rounded but
he stirs
the erotic
below from above
they merge like
specs
the shade
of the old brick
the raw roof
smoke drizzles
from the sharp
edged tooth
staring into the
blue of the
edge
shes at the curb
the little ledge
waiting
brother mother
father life
shes the sister
the friend
the once wife
inside the clock tics
and the flow goes
got to get his bundle
get back to what
he knows
thinks of an idle
dream
the stream awoke
the stone bed diaries
the roll and a woman
heads on the moss
while above an ocean
of vivid stars shone
he thinks of her
and starts to long
in tired boots he
shuffles his feet
the girl is gone
time to move from
the street
the imperfections
of all rejections
wear the mirror
of chrome to
a gentle fog
but he wears
his back
the scars
of the flog
carrying the duty
studying the beauty
its time to move on

"Ersatzicsm"

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2015-09-14 08:14

falling
the tears pushed by
wind from your skies
rocking
leaning
tilting from the hips
I watched it
felt it
sitting
near
across
beneath
while you whispered
from your lips
pull up
before you hit
the shelter
scream fast
scream low
helter skelter
up and off
tottering
on the legs
fast feet
you move
amongst the
thugs
drooling
your great fleet
fly fly fly
against the
greater sky
you wings are
useless
in the cage
he creates
for you
and I keep
nothing
off you go
for the greater show
and I find my way
cleansing my system

"STARTLING REMAINDERS"

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2015-09-21 02:11

decimals like bullet holes
the luxurious capers
we smiled like mad jackals
and fucked like minks
on the beaten leatherette
couch....
Eating cheesies and snorting
the crushed pills
our souls hovered like helicopters
taking tourists up about the city
the water the color of the
gutter wash
the light glittering off it like mad
fire......a poet friend would drop
in sleeping in a body bag
my only way out of Nam...
and save a few bullet wounds
of ghastly puckered scars
he was fine physically
but like us we were not
were pulled through the great
knothole a tangled mess
the mad desire hounding
us kicking us awake in a
barrage till we too could
feel the mud lifting with
impacts only he could
sense
we mowed down with our
old buick the remains of
the fence
and made peace by junking
it...loaning out free the space
to park the van from next
door....how we met our new
score....
she was a model and I was
an old whore
working the bars
massages and more
but the money was good
when I was a courier
but I got hit by a cab
the settlement ran out
and I never went back
ashamed of the scars
and the limp
the gaunt trauma
and skin grafts
somehow the only thing
we keep is the record
player
with one speaker
its not even stereo
the psych came and took
our friend away
so we bought some CCR
and weed in his honor
I wear his battered old
jacket
called us his kids
helped us with the rent
the ghosts are back
and Im throwing up blood
chinese red
cause we love the treats
dont take me in baby
I wanna die in your arms
but when I came too
she was with another
the bottle of Jack
that they shared
"he arises"
and they loved how
I look like Jesus
and it only made me
sadder cause he
was a great man
the moon came up
and I watched the telly
lightng cigarettes from
the hot plate..the stove
broke months ago
watching them sleep
like broken angels
the thirty eight in my
lap....carlos my neighbour
two doors down i can hear
we look after this floor
as best we can
the cripple and the illegal
How america was born my
friend!!! we toast the revolution
of death and living
love and all that is wrong with
love...
he works at the butchers and sends
us pork chops the only thing we
can hold down....
I play born on the bayou
and watch re runs of I love Lucy
bathed in the milky white of the
moon.....the city never sleeps
but I slip into dreams
like caverns of mist
helpless and terrified
until I become something
to survive..
something I hate...
something I love..

"SUBLIME ABHORRA"

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2015-09-26 02:11

wound about me
u feed me chocolate treats
the glow of all your worlds
and accounts
the clatter of nails on texts
the written trails
the window open
the ocean of nite washing
in while your feet rest
on my thighs
your smile and that look
from your tilted chin
you like fifty cent
I like soviet soviet
you like lash brushes
and I love shovels
and brooms
we were never the
worlds of bride
and groom
and on the trails where
it never seems sane
theres just something
about it sunshine or rain
I meet those older
and beaten with life
their faces all weathered
showing that strife
I drag up the dog
beneath my strong arm
while theirs circle and snarl
and then swiftly move on
perhaps its my cold eyes that
survey the scene
predicting their future
not much trouble it seems
set her down
now we go
along for the walk
all silence and bush
watch
just like Nam
check the botch
and in its flow
in the wind
ahead the stalks
the limbs swaying
I see feel the youthful
you
holding a jacket while
you ready for school
slipping the loops to
your faux fur hood
a shirt hot ironed
the love knows no
doors....not like alice
yet I die each day
like the leaves falling away
principle and ideals
laying that at the door
we spoke no more
while the moon
and the storm
found our souls
finding ground..