You say you crave my crazy
If it is kept quite regulated
A bit of stable instability
Sin-heavy sighs but suffocated
You say you want my passion
Constrained till you are cool and ready
Rationed irrationality
The feel of free fall all while steady
You say you need me softer
And finally we find the truth
Your safety is birthed from settling
Trading my wild ways for under-roof
-a.r.
Digital art: See No Evil, by Zelkats on deviantart.com
Fuck meme
And meditation
This posture of submission
As my hands turn to claws
On my thighs
Thickened
Fingernails make crescent moons
That rise up and run red
I find myself
Clenching for a fight
I have no maker
To whom I bow
This light in my mouth
I am spitting it out
Blood and spit
Blood and spit
Blood and spit
Pooling around this blissful sit
And it is mine
And I am done
With dumb numbing
From Bottle or buddha
Both have run my gullet raw
Down to nerve endings
I loosen my jaw
As acids riled and rising
Raise all contents
That cannot help but spew
I can no longer clot or chew
Blood and vomit
Blood and vomit
Blood and vomit
Rising from corroding pit
And it is mine
And I chose this
Fuck meme
And meditation
To my own
Meat makeup
I submit
-a.r.
Painting: Flight of the Reindeer by Victoria Reynolds
I should have moved
But meditated
Substituted
Silence
In place of facing
A façade of bliss
Across from you
Supplanted sadness with
Tranquility
Contacting too carefully
Sparing familiarity
Practiced
Stillness
Instead
Of presence
I should have moved
But meditated
-a.r.
Painting: In School, by Igor Melnikov
Cream in my coffee
Like drifting continents or
Spinning galaxies
Whirling milk bubble
Like stirred up sea foam or
Some swirling planet
A sweet habit pulled
Like cosmos expanding to
The edge of this mug
Our total collapse
In my morning cup
-a.r.
Photo of a dying star taken by the Hubble telescope.
The entire video clip of the dying star can be found here:
http://www.popsugar.com/tech/Picture-Dying-Star-37367471
Today I found a blue balloon
Lurking languid in the yard
Bouncing low along it tormented
My large but yellowish guard dog
I carried with me red frustration
All to unleash upon said pet
But when the blue peeked out from prickles
My anger turned into green get
To save deflating bright from grey
Brown winter branches how they tried
But I was quick to reach and rescue
So I could hide blue joy inside
-a.r.
A photo of my blue balloon
Abyss between Us
Where words are always obscured
Those wretched echoes
-a.r.
Painting: Abyss, by Luke Hillestad
This poem is a product of life, Lacan, Barthes, and my own Lover’s Discourse.
Early spring weather
Makes me want to go away
To madness, with You
-a.r.
Photo: We are All Mad Here
by YasminNich at deviantart.com
I am tenacious
Like condensation
In these conditions
There is no stopping it
Only quick placing
Of a coaster
Or mopping it
Make no mistake
I will leave a ring
On all your best pieces
-a.r.
Bearing my witness
To the difficult that is
My haunted practice
-a.r.
Art: Witness, by MyVictorianSecret
Found on deviantart.com
Dry
Dying
When there is nothing else
for the body to eject
Because there is nothing left
that it wants
to ingest
Desire drifts
but old habits die
difficult
There is always that last look
back
at the water dish
A standing over it
remembering when it was
once palatable
Wishing
Still there is reluctance
to lie down
and accept fate
Sometimes the memory of drive
is worse than
its demise
It is clear that this creature
wants to fight
Dying
Dry
-a.r.
Photograph: dry as a bone, by sivel12001
Found on deviantart.com
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