Submissions by Caliban_Dregs (Cal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2013 12:58pm
30th Mar 2013 12:58pm
a dream in dada (gaumless spontaneous!)
depression sacks the thoughts
sunk like feathers bound in rock
in the underwater war for the
head the heart was lost
here and her on last firstly,
who Niamh daughter
of the unclear tears recalls truely.
& here Culainn flies thru
in numberless forms from forlorn radiance above/below
and so to meet with Ban and I and enchanted in the hands of Fand together
we LA LA Golden Land of laughter Later moreover tears
for the moment in the jungle of dream-scrapes & drifting
cold in the moss or grass as cod O God
O...
sunk like feathers bound in rock
in the underwater war for the
head the heart was lost
here and her on last firstly,
who Niamh daughter
of the unclear tears recalls truely.
& here Culainn flies thru
in numberless forms from forlorn radiance above/below
and so to meet with Ban and I and enchanted in the hands of Fand together
we LA LA Golden Land of laughter Later moreover tears
for the moment in the jungle of dream-scrapes & drifting
cold in the moss or grass as cod O God
O...
912 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2013 10:52pm
24th Mar 2013 10:52pm
Homage to Mister Dickie Greenleaf, presumed drowned.
Tu Vuo Fa L'Americano!
How are we to erase the selves past?
Are we to stray
or to stay, modest and muffled,
in shadows of New York grey fog,
Buildings white & feet marching mechanically atop
Mechanized streets of black ice spitefully?
-Or shall we seek to retire the wellaway day
and holiday life away ?
Here where friendship burns the wick of despair
& Spins crackling love upon the air
Across that whole grand Mediterranean,
Dizzy with the...
How are we to erase the selves past?
Are we to stray
or to stay, modest and muffled,
in shadows of New York grey fog,
Buildings white & feet marching mechanically atop
Mechanized streets of black ice spitefully?
-Or shall we seek to retire the wellaway day
and holiday life away ?
Here where friendship burns the wick of despair
& Spins crackling love upon the air
Across that whole grand Mediterranean,
Dizzy with the...
790 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 4:56pm
16th Mar 2013 4:56pm
The Vaulted Heart
Spareth me
spareth me O ye
O ye angel's of Bacchus
Spareth me your airy spirits
Spareth me your Chiantis and amours,
i wish to sleep this night
with beer and blood on the breath
with words like sour mash in the mouth
like rye whiskey, raging, dug up swinging
from the graduate dirt of the earth.
beneath the sill, the prologue falls and still
your eyes remain
a dialogue of silent midnight swaying
amongst the gaslight gallows of the hours,
subtly to each occurrence, to concentrate the substance ...
spareth me O ye
O ye angel's of Bacchus
Spareth me your airy spirits
Spareth me your Chiantis and amours,
i wish to sleep this night
with beer and blood on the breath
with words like sour mash in the mouth
like rye whiskey, raging, dug up swinging
from the graduate dirt of the earth.
beneath the sill, the prologue falls and still
your eyes remain
a dialogue of silent midnight swaying
amongst the gaslight gallows of the hours,
subtly to each occurrence, to concentrate the substance ...
743 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 3:26pm
3rd Mar 2013 3:26pm
leper romantique
leper romantique
(a panopitic viewing)
sunday, 5 am,
the haze blurs right to the Head.
now saturday 4:21
and nowhere again.
sunday once more, 3.40 am,
the haze remains but the head, well,
seems we have ceased one another.
i have been forced to sicken and abuse myself into such a state,
only to find it all a waste...
(a panopitic viewing)
sunday, 5 am,
the haze blurs right to the Head.
now saturday 4:21
and nowhere again.
sunday once more, 3.40 am,
the haze remains but the head, well,
seems we have ceased one another.
i have been forced to sicken and abuse myself into such a state,
only to find it all a waste...
785 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Feb 2013 12:35pm
18th Feb 2013 12:35pm
Brickball
when I was young we used to play
a game we liked to call “brickball.”
basically what we would do, see,
is stand about seven, maybe eight feet apart,
with a small barricade of dirt in front of us;
and each fellow would have a pile of red clay bricks;
whole bricks, half bricks, broken pieces, jagged edges, and all that jazz.
From there the rules pretty much descend to anarchy.
See, the point was to throw these bricks at one another, dodge-ball style, right.
You got a point for every hit
and 5 glorious points if it drew blood.
Yeah and it was...
a game we liked to call “brickball.”
basically what we would do, see,
is stand about seven, maybe eight feet apart,
with a small barricade of dirt in front of us;
and each fellow would have a pile of red clay bricks;
whole bricks, half bricks, broken pieces, jagged edges, and all that jazz.
From there the rules pretty much descend to anarchy.
See, the point was to throw these bricks at one another, dodge-ball style, right.
You got a point for every hit
and 5 glorious points if it drew blood.
Yeah and it was...
754 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 12:42pm
11th Feb 2013 12:42pm
Soliloquy for Strings
Or'phistic ruts carved in overlain mud.
This is how my love learns to love.
Chide me sweetly in the sanitarium,
O Punchinello Thee
In whose canopy of Autumnal daydream
and netherworld nightscapes
I do swoon to airless blue,
and blush
A timeless stream of blushing
For you
for you.
Opal, you know, is the color of my cracked tongue
bent backwards upon itself
to taste the airs
of antique song,
For want of an elegant phrase
Or anysuch turn...
This is how my love learns to love.
Chide me sweetly in the sanitarium,
O Punchinello Thee
In whose canopy of Autumnal daydream
and netherworld nightscapes
I do swoon to airless blue,
and blush
A timeless stream of blushing
For you
for you.
Opal, you know, is the color of my cracked tongue
bent backwards upon itself
to taste the airs
of antique song,
For want of an elegant phrase
Or anysuch turn...
666 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 2:12pm
10th Feb 2013 2:12pm
caught in pink fuzz
caught in pink fuzz,
bound in black leather straight jackets
here in the west
this has never been anywhere, man,
and its only getting worse;
far lost
and forgotten
beneath the rust and the smut
chokedttt
here at the end of the world
we've turned the lights low,
turned the peace off,
let the dogs loose
to gnaw at our throats
na na na nan na
oi the soil is soft
but the earth is hard
in our yard
which is now more bones than dirt;
no, sir, this is no place to find
what it is you're looking for; ...
bound in black leather straight jackets
here in the west
this has never been anywhere, man,
and its only getting worse;
far lost
and forgotten
beneath the rust and the smut
chokedttt
here at the end of the world
we've turned the lights low,
turned the peace off,
let the dogs loose
to gnaw at our throats
na na na nan na
oi the soil is soft
but the earth is hard
in our yard
which is now more bones than dirt;
no, sir, this is no place to find
what it is you're looking for; ...
622 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 2:05pm
10th Feb 2013 2:05pm
untitled (now dear brothers and sisters...)
688 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 2:21am
9th Feb 2013 2:21am
Blues for the Blue Dawn
Strings sweet in air and rain strong,
Notched note for note upon
The soft refrain of star-fall sighing thru
The drowsy lamplight and spectral fog
of wellaway memory
trance'd atop
the disembodied dance, the start - and stop
of partitioned day;
while spirits swell and curl to suppose
smoke lickedt swirls of repose
from the terrace
of the lavish, languid west;
as her lips full
fused to my kiss ...
Notched note for note upon
The soft refrain of star-fall sighing thru
The drowsy lamplight and spectral fog
of wellaway memory
trance'd atop
the disembodied dance, the start - and stop
of partitioned day;
while spirits swell and curl to suppose
smoke lickedt swirls of repose
from the terrace
of the lavish, languid west;
as her lips full
fused to my kiss ...
670 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Feb 2013 12:14pm
5th Feb 2013 12:14pm
The Alchemist's Hands
Go we winterly, go we snow-blindly,
Thru the miles and the motions most benignly,
Sporting atop the head/ a sporty derby of some distance
/ preening treasonous gaunt of cheek and slickened skin Yes
yes Oh! - most definitely entirely certainly less human than is ordinary.
Alternating along the morphemes of my heart strings,
Fingers of more & more morphine, Be thee cognizant
or be thee cognate; still to look blindly
o'er the...
Thru the miles and the motions most benignly,
Sporting atop the head/ a sporty derby of some distance
/ preening treasonous gaunt of cheek and slickened skin Yes
yes Oh! - most definitely entirely certainly less human than is ordinary.
Alternating along the morphemes of my heart strings,
Fingers of more & more morphine, Be thee cognizant
or be thee cognate; still to look blindly
o'er the...
773 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 4:46am
5th Feb 2013 4:46am
exodus of marrow
exodus of marrow
from the name
of all things
outbursting wayward wing,
commence it on a slant and spit lavish/slavish / petal'd out
in pools of posturing\ becoming vicious without blinking.
we here the maimed
and the chemical icedust
we choose to believe
in
out
in again
vastly vivisecting
to drive the mainline stasis
to memorize the traces
of molecular faces
strangely pooling upon
the...
from the name
of all things
outbursting wayward wing,
commence it on a slant and spit lavish/slavish / petal'd out
in pools of posturing\ becoming vicious without blinking.
we here the maimed
and the chemical icedust
we choose to believe
in
out
in again
vastly vivisecting
to drive the mainline stasis
to memorize the traces
of molecular faces
strangely pooling upon
the...
542 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 4:10am
28th Jan 2013 4:10am
The Glass Farm
What first sails on radiant wing &
Effulgent bloom of the sun-made-song,
Spread of sapphires unsullied, smiling and petaled so, oh you know,
Tinsel'd in a twinkling rain upon wondrous seas of modern Love.
AH to be so happy and to believe
Such possibly, possibly impossible dreams!
And to trumpet a multitude of memories divine
Thru the naked satire of our lives.
- Oh slips though, unannounced, on inward divide,
Poisoned by passion and so declines, ...
Effulgent bloom of the sun-made-song,
Spread of sapphires unsullied, smiling and petaled so, oh you know,
Tinsel'd in a twinkling rain upon wondrous seas of modern Love.
AH to be so happy and to believe
Such possibly, possibly impossible dreams!
And to trumpet a multitude of memories divine
Thru the naked satire of our lives.
- Oh slips though, unannounced, on inward divide,
Poisoned by passion and so declines, ...
705 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Caliban_Dregs (Cal)
