Submissions by lightbaron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
spearmint
wanted to tell her that she forgot to close the door
that the whole world was threatening to trickle in
but she flicked the spool of silver from off my desk
before i could strand together the first few syllables
she always does this when she's drinking
when i want her most
her twirl i told her is only maddening
when she whispers my name- and
now she sang it prettier than best intentions
the whole world was in
and it was maddening
she loves me more than strung silver ...
that the whole world was threatening to trickle in
but she flicked the spool of silver from off my desk
before i could strand together the first few syllables
she always does this when she's drinking
when i want her most
her twirl i told her is only maddening
when she whispers my name- and
now she sang it prettier than best intentions
the whole world was in
and it was maddening
she loves me more than strung silver ...
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arose as medicine
been ninety plus degrees
this first stretch
from Julius under high Helios
last night's summer storm started
and ended in fifteen minutes
now the hammock out back
beside the forsythia bush
swings pleasantly in less density
we've been up since five
conversing over coffee
with daybreak's burden
by ten we're dug into the third Obsidian Stout
on the morning of the world's bastard son's ...
this first stretch
from Julius under high Helios
last night's summer storm started
and ended in fifteen minutes
now the hammock out back
beside the forsythia bush
swings pleasantly in less density
we've been up since five
conversing over coffee
with daybreak's burden
by ten we're dug into the third Obsidian Stout
on the morning of the world's bastard son's ...
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the center's unrequited passion for outside
where the setting sun settles
discrepencies over the word promise
the rivers run west of wet, and dry
wells are a tomorrow always burden
this is where the stars stand still
in a hall of mirrors
and time did end
and waves do ripple
and forever is a blessing
once we accept it's perishable
and is already over
the debt was cleared once we borrowed more
only one out of a thousand of us is gonna make it
and the sparrows of paradise will peck
nine hundred and ninety nine morsels until
they become dust ...
discrepencies over the word promise
the rivers run west of wet, and dry
wells are a tomorrow always burden
this is where the stars stand still
in a hall of mirrors
and time did end
and waves do ripple
and forever is a blessing
once we accept it's perishable
and is already over
the debt was cleared once we borrowed more
only one out of a thousand of us is gonna make it
and the sparrows of paradise will peck
nine hundred and ninety nine morsels until
they become dust ...
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the astronauts report it feels good
he was our hero, he
vowed allegiance to outermost
edges, he knapped flint in fork-
ed tongue forever, but forgot
how the climate there defies
standard applying of temperature
before the demons are named
and saved in the angelic
that shames mans inspiration
there is that which hasn't happened
yet
less than death, more than life
not entropy, stagnancy, kinetic energy
higher than ascended transcendence
lower than primordial chaotic stew
he was our antagonist, he
mistook isolation of self service ...
vowed allegiance to outermost
edges, he knapped flint in fork-
ed tongue forever, but forgot
how the climate there defies
standard applying of temperature
before the demons are named
and saved in the angelic
that shames mans inspiration
there is that which hasn't happened
yet
less than death, more than life
not entropy, stagnancy, kinetic energy
higher than ascended transcendence
lower than primordial chaotic stew
he was our antagonist, he
mistook isolation of self service ...
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eleven seventy
when I dissolve on the second rung
out from the sun
wave a refrigerator magnet over the debris
and send the conductive sediment
in a manilla envelope
back home to mom
tell her i'm sorry, and
make sure to dampen it
so it doesn't combust
upon reentry
regard all of this as a missle, my love
pay no attention to terms like billions
even as years, for we are mere tendrils
riding along the edge
inventing and defying time
wrap my last words in aluminum foil
and make sure mom gets...
out from the sun
wave a refrigerator magnet over the debris
and send the conductive sediment
in a manilla envelope
back home to mom
tell her i'm sorry, and
make sure to dampen it
so it doesn't combust
upon reentry
regard all of this as a missle, my love
pay no attention to terms like billions
even as years, for we are mere tendrils
riding along the edge
inventing and defying time
wrap my last words in aluminum foil
and make sure mom gets...
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I am
give it a name and it's gone
let's just assume love
is what our outermost nerve endings
are responding to
and let's move on
like the universe does
look back with me
and see how everything there
is folded in the way we were
(how we will be again)
but this thin line we ride to transparency
feels alot like the stuff forever's made of
and it won't last long enough
to radiate back towards language
so share with me this reflection of love
(call it light if we must) ...
let's just assume love
is what our outermost nerve endings
are responding to
and let's move on
like the universe does
look back with me
and see how everything there
is folded in the way we were
(how we will be again)
but this thin line we ride to transparency
feels alot like the stuff forever's made of
and it won't last long enough
to radiate back towards language
so share with me this reflection of love
(call it light if we must) ...
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seasonal attire
June's heart of gold schleps the box of xmas lights from out of the attic.
Marbled Orb Weavers prey on over excited animations of atmosphere
spinning adhesive silver around the first cell divisions of space.
Crickets rub lusts rhythm between legs as lovers share evening's mead.
One inch over this porch is where butterflies ferry summer's syllables into the afterlife.
Marbled Orb Weavers prey on over excited animations of atmosphere
spinning adhesive silver around the first cell divisions of space.
Crickets rub lusts rhythm between legs as lovers share evening's mead.
One inch over this porch is where butterflies ferry summer's syllables into the afterlife.
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speak easy
eyes open to a skyline of tension
the big sort, bordered on each side
by angst, bliss, delusion, and all-out
annihilation. stillness,
with the kinetic energy of a kind of chaos
that makes and breaks everything at once.
I know that this is my last day to live
because the fork of her tongue leapt up
from the inside of my lowest intestines
to the trap door of fossilized fiber optics
laid in the hardened amber of laughter-cracked ...
the big sort, bordered on each side
by angst, bliss, delusion, and all-out
annihilation. stillness,
with the kinetic energy of a kind of chaos
that makes and breaks everything at once.
I know that this is my last day to live
because the fork of her tongue leapt up
from the inside of my lowest intestines
to the trap door of fossilized fiber optics
laid in the hardened amber of laughter-cracked ...
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goat face freckles
Last weekend I attended, "Jam on the River",
a concert in my home town held Memorial Day weekend.
A semi-popular event, something to usher in summer.
The line up had some favorites;
bands that create the kind of space
that makes me want to stake claim
and get the deep digging done.
Big man's got more moves than Rerun, and
I was simply due to shake out my bones.
So, after a chat with my funny friend; ...
a concert in my home town held Memorial Day weekend.
A semi-popular event, something to usher in summer.
The line up had some favorites;
bands that create the kind of space
that makes me want to stake claim
and get the deep digging done.
Big man's got more moves than Rerun, and
I was simply due to shake out my bones.
So, after a chat with my funny friend; ...
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the bell always rings but was never struck
he always fought so hard against the source;
as is the merit of the manifestation,
but now she whispers to him pet names
leaving intimate traces of her sonar signature
she assures him of his specific set of hands;
the hole in the right thumb, the nails bit
to painful conclusions across each digit,
in the music that moves his worn fingers
to wrap around dayglo gilded eggshells
and mold them into impossible lifespans
every one more interested in their progeny
than their own maturity
an adorned silence...
as is the merit of the manifestation,
but now she whispers to him pet names
leaving intimate traces of her sonar signature
she assures him of his specific set of hands;
the hole in the right thumb, the nails bit
to painful conclusions across each digit,
in the music that moves his worn fingers
to wrap around dayglo gilded eggshells
and mold them into impossible lifespans
every one more interested in their progeny
than their own maturity
an adorned silence...
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esoteric is okay when the inner circle's reduced to one
August will be born on the bus
driven by the second third
the last railroad spike counted by the first
staking down where the western roads
find their round
springs early song carries summers hum
sixty miles up the old steel road
less than three months
and daddy's in the drunk tank
drying out towards thorough
nothing's owned young man
borrow in blessing
may you expand to the skin
of the ley lines of life
and feel out further still
driven by the second third
the last railroad spike counted by the first
staking down where the western roads
find their round
springs early song carries summers hum
sixty miles up the old steel road
less than three months
and daddy's in the drunk tank
drying out towards thorough
nothing's owned young man
borrow in blessing
may you expand to the skin
of the ley lines of life
and feel out further still
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the title is the lasso not what's tethered
now through the most of May
and an already gorgeous spring
has increasingly higher proportions
following the worst winter on record
back are the dangerous days
the ones that leave lovers exposed
like earthworms following fresh rain
and the artists are all well fed
the toxicity in language has exceeded its half-life
things might actually happen
it has all caught up
and we are on the other side
physics is the cousin of spiritual thought
and their kids got married
let's scrap the words that have tacked radioactive...
and an already gorgeous spring
has increasingly higher proportions
following the worst winter on record
back are the dangerous days
the ones that leave lovers exposed
like earthworms following fresh rain
and the artists are all well fed
the toxicity in language has exceeded its half-life
things might actually happen
it has all caught up
and we are on the other side
physics is the cousin of spiritual thought
and their kids got married
let's scrap the words that have tacked radioactive...
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