Submissions by lightbaron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2014 6:52pm
25th Oct 2014 6:52pm
absolved
one thirty on a saturday afternoon
where autumn asks for nothing
August rests swaying in his new swing
the one mama says has the right angle
for him to catch his breath correctly
a wrinkled mass of shar pei guarding
the hour when giving a shit
pays off
in folds
a simple man accidentally showed up
tricked me with whiskey
and sent me on my way
he wished me the very best on my art
where autumn asks for nothing
August rests swaying in his new swing
the one mama says has the right angle
for him to catch his breath correctly
a wrinkled mass of shar pei guarding
the hour when giving a shit
pays off
in folds
a simple man accidentally showed up
tricked me with whiskey
and sent me on my way
he wished me the very best on my art
912 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2014 10:10pm
5th Oct 2014 10:10pm
tarot cards only work in the rain
there are seven turkey buzzards
set out on the cellphone tower
silhouetting the lime green lined
grey light to the day
I am on the road named so for the tower
the one with seven vultures
perched in the shock and awe orange
that cross hatches its crisp white facade
Tesla is in the temperature today
and I still haven't thanked her
for the other side
to all...
set out on the cellphone tower
silhouetting the lime green lined
grey light to the day
I am on the road named so for the tower
the one with seven vultures
perched in the shock and awe orange
that cross hatches its crisp white facade
Tesla is in the temperature today
and I still haven't thanked her
for the other side
to all...
1054 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2014 7:45pm
13th Sep 2014 7:45pm
tour(maline) of duty
watched the powdered watermelon
of a mid-september's last stretch of sun
tumble down under the racquet ball blue
of autumn evening's earliest ambitions
coming up over the hill that marks the last
of the traffic lights that house congestion
this is where the air always opens up
(and i remember how she would rub
the back of her fingers against
my forehead
smoothing the wrinkled stress
off of my furled brow)
the skyline taking its first deep breaths
here, forty-six miles north of city...
of a mid-september's last stretch of sun
tumble down under the racquet ball blue
of autumn evening's earliest ambitions
coming up over the hill that marks the last
of the traffic lights that house congestion
this is where the air always opens up
(and i remember how she would rub
the back of her fingers against
my forehead
smoothing the wrinkled stress
off of my furled brow)
the skyline taking its first deep breaths
here, forty-six miles north of city...
780 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2014 2:43pm
9th Sep 2014 2:43pm
A.W.
I murdered your old man
in Nelson County, Virginia
at the foot of the Blue Ridge
twelve days ago
on the Wednesday you arrived
he was amending himself
to the movers of the moon
when the last few apologies
required sacrifice
so he pleaded to the knife
that my father left me behind
I held it firm as promise
letting him fall on it
after we sat sipping mountain whiskey
in the last heat the summer offered
speaking in the way...
in Nelson County, Virginia
at the foot of the Blue Ridge
twelve days ago
on the Wednesday you arrived
he was amending himself
to the movers of the moon
when the last few apologies
required sacrifice
so he pleaded to the knife
that my father left me behind
I held it firm as promise
letting him fall on it
after we sat sipping mountain whiskey
in the last heat the summer offered
speaking in the way...
907 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2014 2:33pm
27th Aug 2014 2:33pm
neophyte (alot of trouble for a little bit of win)
they take longer to toss around now
not as close to the ache of impatience
and they glide through dialogue
lessening the heavy edge of conviction
murder me if I mention it
let us make love on summer's last hillside
under an immense name for night
made it through fresh found gunpowder
with the laughter of animated lingering
stay with me
a little longer still
they never did align right behind demand
let alone deception
but they outright refuse affiliation...
not as close to the ache of impatience
and they glide through dialogue
lessening the heavy edge of conviction
murder me if I mention it
let us make love on summer's last hillside
under an immense name for night
made it through fresh found gunpowder
with the laughter of animated lingering
stay with me
a little longer still
they never did align right behind demand
let alone deception
but they outright refuse affiliation...
821 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 3:59pm
23rd Aug 2014 3:59pm
analog
because she hung a hug around me
that suggested we would have been lovers
if a single instance had shown up later or
had been more patient and how she lean-
ed in closer than lineage
to whisper well wishes past my listening
saying how seconds are edgeless and
telling me simply to have a good show
as if we were waiting outside a venue
to watch our favorite band perform
not accepting that the music had ended
that suggested we would have been lovers
if a single instance had shown up later or
had been more patient and how she lean-
ed in closer than lineage
to whisper well wishes past my listening
saying how seconds are edgeless and
telling me simply to have a good show
as if we were waiting outside a venue
to watch our favorite band perform
not accepting that the music had ended
802 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2014 3:03pm
14th Aug 2014 3:03pm
tandem
pleasant as early autumn
August's unexpectedly soft skin
sheds its adolescence
through marshmallow syllables
it is through the second week
of the last month in summer
and the weather is impeccable
words are a sweet stuck between teeth
the season usually bleeds concrete
around cotton
blowing dandelions
into a vacuum
the heat acting as an adhesive mesh
sticking the littlest flying whims
to the linens hung on the horizons clothesline
this...
August's unexpectedly soft skin
sheds its adolescence
through marshmallow syllables
it is through the second week
of the last month in summer
and the weather is impeccable
words are a sweet stuck between teeth
the season usually bleeds concrete
around cotton
blowing dandelions
into a vacuum
the heat acting as an adhesive mesh
sticking the littlest flying whims
to the linens hung on the horizons clothesline
this...
855 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2014 2:03pm
8th Aug 2014 2:03pm
big brother
heard my grizzly bear of a brother
wail an anvil last nignt
started as a simple spat with his ol' lady
nothing to take the towers down on
then she left to get space
without a time frame on her returning
she was back in a few hours
as expected
would not usually be an issue to alarm
but there was an electrocuted second
that strapped a lead noose
around the neck of his knowing
when she took their son...
wail an anvil last nignt
started as a simple spat with his ol' lady
nothing to take the towers down on
then she left to get space
without a time frame on her returning
she was back in a few hours
as expected
would not usually be an issue to alarm
but there was an electrocuted second
that strapped a lead noose
around the neck of his knowing
when she took their son...
1043 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Aug 2014 2:43pm
7th Aug 2014 2:43pm
(except "spiritual" art)
the flowers have already happened
never knowing that they are in love
so let's not call it anarchy darling
it's not the statehouse that's at stake
never knowing that they are in love
so let's not call it anarchy darling
it's not the statehouse that's at stake
710 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2014 4:47pm
3rd Aug 2014 4:47pm
rudder
been tying twelve ounce blue ribbons
around my sails all weekend
waiting for the water to run wet again
easy like sunday morning
this fenced in one/sixteenth of a suburban acre
has the weight of the world on its shoulders
there's a man here that swears by the band aid
thinks a good blues tune is worth every wound
an old aluminum shed sits in the corner
two years a zombie
feasting on plywood brains to remain animated
a two foot plastic rooster with stars in his eyes ...
around my sails all weekend
waiting for the water to run wet again
easy like sunday morning
this fenced in one/sixteenth of a suburban acre
has the weight of the world on its shoulders
there's a man here that swears by the band aid
thinks a good blues tune is worth every wound
an old aluminum shed sits in the corner
two years a zombie
feasting on plywood brains to remain animated
a two foot plastic rooster with stars in his eyes ...
747 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 2:35pm
2nd Aug 2014 2:35pm
load
a ton of feathers does weigh more
than two stacks of gold
ask the rain
and every day is too hard to get through
until you do
and every week is impossibly thorough
but ends in small celebrations
years sculpt forms into the stones
stacked on chests
ask the wind
took me four hours to take off the work boots tonight
stuck on the back porch after three wind-down beers
proceeded to the next five pull out the pen ones
then got lost between the count and the...
than two stacks of gold
ask the rain
and every day is too hard to get through
until you do
and every week is impossibly thorough
but ends in small celebrations
years sculpt forms into the stones
stacked on chests
ask the wind
took me four hours to take off the work boots tonight
stuck on the back porch after three wind-down beers
proceeded to the next five pull out the pen ones
then got lost between the count and the...
918 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 11:46am
14th Jul 2014 11:46am
cripple creek
although your shrink says you shouldn't
you still read this
mistaking the music for mileage
I can take the blame when it's due
I do confuse my shame for fuel
and might just not have the chops yet
to let the letters tell us their true names
so allow me simplicity in attempting these
was twenty miles down the path yesterday
the one between the river and its road
was twenty miles south of where
you would put three inches of...
you still read this
mistaking the music for mileage
I can take the blame when it's due
I do confuse my shame for fuel
and might just not have the chops yet
to let the letters tell us their true names
so allow me simplicity in attempting these
was twenty miles down the path yesterday
the one between the river and its road
was twenty miles south of where
you would put three inches of...
1458 reads
22 Comments
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