poetomachia

27 January 2008 at 10:59 pm

The Negative Zone

Screaming panic
Firehosing streams of dark magnetic light
I’m over the edge
Never to recover
And I wake up and laugh
Your warmth and your smile
Are one and the same

by Sunsun  

26 January 2008 at 10:31 pm

weapon

I’m like a loaded gun
Chilled by the presence of your powder
With a bullet that delivers
A shot for freedom and inoculation

by MattWriks  

20 January 2008 at 11:06 pm

Big Blue Winter Sky

Nothing will be better if I die
Except in this locality
You make me smile at me
Drinking deeply and sourly

by MattWriks  

20 January 2008 at 9:20 am

Where I Grew Up

You could dive into the dirt and come up for a breath of blue sky, glowing, fluorescent, and warming
Sparkling your lungs as appetites slough off and lose meaning.

by Sunsun  

15 January 2008 at 4:00 am

face to face

dumbfounded
awestruck
cleverness irrelevant
wordless capture
radical acceptance
undebatable
trouble free transmission
tireless journey

by MattWriks  

14 January 2008 at 6:44 am

useless beside

Unlock the door and the words come pouring out
So very important and meaning little
Can we crush and control by allusion
The outcome we fear to desire

Notebooks full to drought and envy
Chains built in links unrolling in meters
Pretending to deceive a comfortable anger
Does the work of opening windows uncover

And put away the real hiding reveal

Casting shadows and echoes behind leaders
Following those that fell before in calm urgency
Sit across from the world changing impresario
Surprised to find the desire to fall forward

Perpetuation stronger than leaping except memory
Short term loss in the ignorance pattern design
Another page full of cheap juxtaposition
And nothing strutting signifying something

by MattWriks  

13 January 2008 at 3:29 pm

Indefatigable

Beaten
Flat and empty
More goon than god
But still going

by Sunsun  

7 January 2008 at 7:25 am

twitch

weeping wailing
and misery
It’s all I have got
inside of me
hobbling ’round
on a broken crutch
Can’t hardly walk
without your touch

The vertigo of your presence
Madly tilting at the edge
between you and me
Like the twitch and kick
before falling asleep
Dancing on Thursday night
As though there was a plan
to be covert.

by MattWriks  

6 January 2008 at 7:04 pm

Microphone

We have seen the future
No one is beat down by monsters
We have seen the future, now, today
I’m too scared of nothing
To be afraid
Today

by Sunsun  

5 January 2008 at 8:39 am

response

My love is alive to you
There is no shot to put it down
It is without compare
There is no reason to despair

by MattWriks  

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