Submissions by 123 (tejean)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 11:17am
7th Dec 2012 11:17am
Zenith
I find my zenith this morning
in the drive thru lane
of the breakfast restaurant,
waiting for my order.
The sun glare seemingly from here to Shanghai
blinding me through and around the visor.
I'm still wearing slippers
having decided against the effort
of changing into lace-ups
in this god awful hungover mess
Everything is quiet this morning
and above the glare
through my tired squint
is blue. Clear blue
the very blue-est I've seen,
and it's bordered by crisp green verges; full of flora
swilling with the...
in the drive thru lane
of the breakfast restaurant,
waiting for my order.
The sun glare seemingly from here to Shanghai
blinding me through and around the visor.
I'm still wearing slippers
having decided against the effort
of changing into lace-ups
in this god awful hungover mess
Everything is quiet this morning
and above the glare
through my tired squint
is blue. Clear blue
the very blue-est I've seen,
and it's bordered by crisp green verges; full of flora
swilling with the...
1045 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 1:18pm
6th Dec 2012 1:18pm
The biology of a dirty flower
1019 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 10:18pm
28th Nov 2012 10:18pm
A sober thought
Cold turkey;
round the moon
like Apollo 13
waiting to complete
orbit
round the moon
like Apollo 13
waiting to complete
orbit
686 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 7:51pm
8th Nov 2012 7:51pm
Birth
She's a Mother first
and always will be now -
when the lights dim
or lashes flutter,
understand
that you'll only ever be
second best
and always will be now -
when the lights dim
or lashes flutter,
understand
that you'll only ever be
second best
587 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 9:30am
27th Oct 2012 9:30am
Drunken cinquain
Alcohol
neuters my brain patterns
and provides me with the blind strength
to continue breathing. Washing away the past -
with my piss
neuters my brain patterns
and provides me with the blind strength
to continue breathing. Washing away the past -
with my piss
873 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 6:46pm
25th Oct 2012 6:46pm
The book
I have two quilts and a
thin sheet, drawn up over
my head - it catches my breath
and keeps out the cold air.
The thermostat's to zero as
I can't pay the gas but
the cheap red I sank and those
dry Bukowski pancakes sure
warmed me from my belly up.
Getting settled under, I hit
my wrist on the spine
of a hardback that I'd been
reading. The one that gave me
something to think over
when I put it down -
those poems were
real classy. Needed
the dictionary quite a bit,
they sure made me think.
In between glasses,...
thin sheet, drawn up over
my head - it catches my breath
and keeps out the cold air.
The thermostat's to zero as
I can't pay the gas but
the cheap red I sank and those
dry Bukowski pancakes sure
warmed me from my belly up.
Getting settled under, I hit
my wrist on the spine
of a hardback that I'd been
reading. The one that gave me
something to think over
when I put it down -
those poems were
real classy. Needed
the dictionary quite a bit,
they sure made me think.
In between glasses,...
642 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 8:22am
25th Oct 2012 8:22am
Indecent
This night has been
and will be - indecent.
Sleeping on my fist,
elbow balanced on the thin arm
of a stiff backed chair.
In minimum lighting,
my father lays heavy in the
Bedwas ward.
The Parkinson's has stripped him,
softened his voice,
swapped stride for shuffle
and infection rides roughshod
like a bossy carjacker
to it's own green
maniacal getaway
What was always meant to be
indefinite future
now egg timer torture
as he sleeps - just momentarily in peace
while I, wide eyed
measure his breath...
and will be - indecent.
Sleeping on my fist,
elbow balanced on the thin arm
of a stiff backed chair.
In minimum lighting,
my father lays heavy in the
Bedwas ward.
The Parkinson's has stripped him,
softened his voice,
swapped stride for shuffle
and infection rides roughshod
like a bossy carjacker
to it's own green
maniacal getaway
What was always meant to be
indefinite future
now egg timer torture
as he sleeps - just momentarily in peace
while I, wide eyed
measure his breath...
797 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Oct 2012 7:53pm
24th Oct 2012 7:53pm
Desnudo
Desnudo en la noche
Los dos
Aprenden la lengua del otro
Para comprender la diferencia
Los dos
Aprenden la lengua del otro
Para comprender la diferencia
671 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2012 7:43pm
24th Oct 2012 7:43pm
Fickle
If only this ungrateful world
knew the full scale of my
fickle devotion,
they could have it all -
in four year cycles.
Like presidencies, my marriages and
job rotations,
it comes to shit
Still struggling for something new to say;
maybe it's all been said.
And while I think on it further
I spatter my existence
over time
just as the scatter gun painting
I saw once, by a gay Brazilian
attracting too many blind compliments
Loose in every way,
I choose my friends with more care ...
knew the full scale of my
fickle devotion,
they could have it all -
in four year cycles.
Like presidencies, my marriages and
job rotations,
it comes to shit
Still struggling for something new to say;
maybe it's all been said.
And while I think on it further
I spatter my existence
over time
just as the scatter gun painting
I saw once, by a gay Brazilian
attracting too many blind compliments
Loose in every way,
I choose my friends with more care ...
759 reads
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