Thursday, April 30, 2009

Napo Napalm

Here are my dirty and unedited NaPoWriM0 Poems as linked from my Deviantart Journal. I always appreciate critique, so, comment away.

One.
Spring stomped in
pitching her shawl down in the rain
frowning up at the clouds

It's not as i expected it either...

On a cold Baltimore morning
while the factory workers count the days
in half-cigarettes
the dogs rise up with shirts and new Jeans

Accents or not...

While i vaguely fumble with the latch over my heart
glimpse what tomorrow could be

I inhale the moon
and exhale the sun of my childhood
the sun of slavery

While i vaguely fumble with ideas
nonsense words
things of less and less value

I eat a handful of garbanzos
and worry my tongue over a broken wisdom tooth

how damning
how appropriate


Two.
I'm awake at one a.m.
I think you could use a better slogan
I eat eighty-eight percent cocoa dark chocolate
so maybe it will make a difference

I used to cast lightning out behind the convenience store
with a stolen joint in my cigarette box
because this artistry shit is a dangerous business

I'm tired of walking in your circles
world
with your diseases and your dramas

Stop holding out your hand to me

If you don't want freedom
then go back to bed

Stop wasting whatever might be left of me
with your empty promises of stupid satisfactions
through endless repetition of

The mean ideas and lousy symmetry you've been relying on
aren't going to wrap my hazy dreams up in some non-descript package for sale

So, how to continue?
do i Dare
and
Do i dare

My eagle eyes have seen you
in the trance
in the sky
from the other side of the world
and all it is
is
shit
shit
shit

From you
From ME

You're willing

Stop Lying to me

Lay back
and take it


Three.
In the glass box
singing funeral songs
I feel the vibration
of those casket days
ring through me
That subdued, dampened organ
in the front, there

rock of ages

other songs i recall

the preacher tries to speak
over the wailing that builds
rolls
builds and rolls
like a freight train
Mama
carrying my sadness
and a ticket to somewhere else

those snapshots
flicker through me
like light coming down
through the trees
and the wind comes
off that freight train
like it could blow me to pieces

but
its just the memories
shouting their last
call
a bitter farewell
a 'fuck you' as she drives away
that dry crack in the february morning
that let me know


Four.
They carry you out
amidst all that
all of the you's
and they climb you up
in that cadillac
in half a suit
because sudden
rarely pays the bills

we ride out to that place
where the best trees in town
always have more to say
and the cops don't bother you
on friday night

well
they put you down
for the last time
and i didn't stick around to watch
with the big blue tarpaulin
flapping in a cold breeze
and the sun never shining
and the sleet and the slush
is filling up your shoes
and you walk away without anything

not one memory different
from the rest

to swing and stew
in a cold room
in a black suit
as you stare out at anything
and you ask the candle questions
but at least for today
there are no more answers



Five.
We have mounted a peak of soul killing jobs
and won't come down for anyplace

SHAKE, TITANS!
Minimize Humanity!

Say your prayers to the maggots
they'll hear you

no time left but to get in the ground for new eden
and dig in
this portion's bigger than you wanted

suffice it to say
starvation
is only
partly
physical

Mohammedan dreams for the dying wanderer
and you know the closer we get to death
the better we FEEL
Have dreams, Revelations
Devils, Goblins and Angels

too bad fevers are so few

LOOK OUT!
HERE WE COME!
and we won't take your
''We had that brand LAST year''
as any kind of normal excuse

just keep praying

if we could get the priests to start bitching
maybe we'd finally have something