Submissions by rnabokov
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
to be undone, loose threads pulled, then the weaving of new cloth, skin to shape the falling apart of bones and my first stuffed toy was called Trotsky
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 3:18pm
6th Feb 2014 3:18pm
prison my folly this love
prison my folly
this love
rock, bone,
ravens of desolation stalk my mouth
stab my sight
opaque,
devour my tongue
unseeing,
bruised in silent blood
your face beyond opaque time
I drink the black milk of memory
why am I so cold
in this prison my folly
this love
stripped of my soothsayers
alchemists, gods
I am naked,
stumbling amongst the broken glass of memories,
where are you, cold in my night!
my lips burn with your crimson star!
I grow for you drinking your last...
this love
rock, bone,
ravens of desolation stalk my mouth
stab my sight
opaque,
devour my tongue
unseeing,
bruised in silent blood
your face beyond opaque time
I drink the black milk of memory
why am I so cold
in this prison my folly
this love
stripped of my soothsayers
alchemists, gods
I am naked,
stumbling amongst the broken glass of memories,
where are you, cold in my night!
my lips burn with your crimson star!
I grow for you drinking your last...
628 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Feb 2014 1:50pm
4th Feb 2014 1:50pm
The Great Escape
Hanging dead above the Piazza Loreto in Milan was not Mussolini’s idea of a good time. What a nightmare!
His dreams were becoming increasingly fantastic and his mum was beginning to look at him sideways.
“Mein Kampf. Ha! What a load of shit!” he said to the head in the bathroom mirror. It nodded back in total agreement.
“Breakfast!” wafted the sound of his mother’s voice from the kitchen downstairs.
“Attack Russia in winter? What a moron!”
“Come on Benny, eat. You’ve got a busy day at the office and I’ve made your favourite breakfast- semolina...
His dreams were becoming increasingly fantastic and his mum was beginning to look at him sideways.
“Mein Kampf. Ha! What a load of shit!” he said to the head in the bathroom mirror. It nodded back in total agreement.
“Breakfast!” wafted the sound of his mother’s voice from the kitchen downstairs.
“Attack Russia in winter? What a moron!”
“Come on Benny, eat. You’ve got a busy day at the office and I’ve made your favourite breakfast- semolina...
847 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Feb 2014 1:32pm
3rd Feb 2014 1:32pm
Club Dub
Club Dub was her favourite cafe, buried at the back of a bookshop full of smoke and rising damp.
She loved the cool jazz, the addicts, eclectics, and especially eavesdropping on faceless adulterers conspiring over tryst and alibi.
On those occasions when life becomes vaudeville, you might even find Conan The Accountant O'Brien lurking at a table in a dark corner, in secret conversation with the Invisible Man, a regular at Club Dub and renowned for his clever aphorisms.
The other day, during a monologue on post-modernism, he bravely announced that shit happens,...
She loved the cool jazz, the addicts, eclectics, and especially eavesdropping on faceless adulterers conspiring over tryst and alibi.
On those occasions when life becomes vaudeville, you might even find Conan The Accountant O'Brien lurking at a table in a dark corner, in secret conversation with the Invisible Man, a regular at Club Dub and renowned for his clever aphorisms.
The other day, during a monologue on post-modernism, he bravely announced that shit happens,...
944 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 12:30pm
3rd Feb 2014 12:30pm
Cancer
Waking
dawn claws at my eyes,
bleeds light from the window,
blurs a tree,
bony fingers scratching clouds.
I keep falling off thoughts,
thoughts without edges have no meaning,
melt into echo and shadow,
time past and present embrace in a macabre pas de deux,
the future, straw,
evading the clutch of comprehension.
dawn claws at my eyes,
bleeds light from the window,
blurs a tree,
bony fingers scratching clouds.
I keep falling off thoughts,
thoughts without edges have no meaning,
melt into echo and shadow,
time past and present embrace in a macabre pas de deux,
the future, straw,
evading the clutch of comprehension.
742 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 1:16pm
30th Jan 2014 1:16pm
in the broken glass of moonlight take me
from the cracks and crevices of night
come to me
reddening madness of senses
take my mouth
eat
reddening madness of senses
swallow my kisses,
feed on me
with your thorns
tear at my flesh
gather my scars
in the crevice of your womb
with your rose
my blood, my seed
drink
this burning in my nerves,
like a needle in my vein
writhe in me
in the broken glass of moonlight
take me
come to me
reddening madness of senses
take my mouth
eat
reddening madness of senses
swallow my kisses,
feed on me
with your thorns
tear at my flesh
gather my scars
in the crevice of your womb
with your rose
my blood, my seed
drink
this burning in my nerves,
like a needle in my vein
writhe in me
in the broken glass of moonlight
take me
872 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 11:18am
30th Jan 2014 11:18am
As I kiss your crimson stars
I go to my bed. With you, hand in hand.
I draw the quilt of night from your breasts,
kiss crimson stars,
of all the sweet pain
I made my alchemy!
mad by love singing
aria of touches
Maria,
as i kiss your crimson stars
and remains thrilling,
this the skin of night we will never neglect
with falling stars each fingertip caressed
thin silver arc a new-born moon frozen in glass,
candles unfurl their fluted tongues of fire,
Your hand...
I draw the quilt of night from your breasts,
kiss crimson stars,
of all the sweet pain
I made my alchemy!
mad by love singing
aria of touches
Maria,
as i kiss your crimson stars
and remains thrilling,
this the skin of night we will never neglect
with falling stars each fingertip caressed
thin silver arc a new-born moon frozen in glass,
candles unfurl their fluted tongues of fire,
Your hand...
718 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 9:52am
29th Nov 2013 9:52am
The Four Seasons
spring
S oftly singing their hatchling song,
P laintive birds heralding first spring
R ejoice at water returning to itself.
I ce flows,
N ow greens the thirst of new roots
G rowing radiant a bloom of rainbows in earth
summer
S ky sags heavy with bleached light.
U nder the weight of the
M addening shimmer, the whitehot
M urmur of an
E ndless sun’s infernal
R ays
autumn
A fter the fire, the glow.
U nbending green flows into fawn,
T rees touch the sky with bony fingers,
U nravel clouds to...
S oftly singing their hatchling song,
P laintive birds heralding first spring
R ejoice at water returning to itself.
I ce flows,
N ow greens the thirst of new roots
G rowing radiant a bloom of rainbows in earth
summer
S ky sags heavy with bleached light.
U nder the weight of the
M addening shimmer, the whitehot
M urmur of an
E ndless sun’s infernal
R ays
autumn
A fter the fire, the glow.
U nbending green flows into fawn,
T rees touch the sky with bony fingers,
U nravel clouds to...
661 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 9:48am
29th Nov 2013 9:48am
Untitled 2 - this time for Jess
nailed to the
cross of yet another day,
no end to the embers of your memory,
the burning.
together,
we discovered the heart of the heart of all things,
didn’t need words.
waking, I kiss your lips,
asleep, I hold you,
dreaming, call you back.
the night the moon first threw a shadow across my heart
I shook my fist at god,
amongst the flint and stone of my world,
can’t find your arms.
your love,
stars ripped from the night until only holes remain,
in the night sky now so very far away,
further...
cross of yet another day,
no end to the embers of your memory,
the burning.
together,
we discovered the heart of the heart of all things,
didn’t need words.
waking, I kiss your lips,
asleep, I hold you,
dreaming, call you back.
the night the moon first threw a shadow across my heart
I shook my fist at god,
amongst the flint and stone of my world,
can’t find your arms.
your love,
stars ripped from the night until only holes remain,
in the night sky now so very far away,
further...
673 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2013 11:37am
26th Nov 2013 11:37am
can there ever be enough of you? A collage for Jessica
Connection. Hearts touch, souls kiss. Rilke would understand perfectly
the collage of you
that what matters is not
what is written on a page,
what matters is
what is written in the heart, on the skin, the rhythm of blood in the veins of, nerves of,
love's cry for its other,
which emanates from the heart without guile or burden
Jessica, a poem in a word in a name crafted by Shakespeare, with its roots growing in Genesis, still growing the dark
perfume of magnolias, the poems I write on my skin with the feather of your scent by a candle...
the collage of you
that what matters is not
what is written on a page,
what matters is
what is written in the heart, on the skin, the rhythm of blood in the veins of, nerves of,
love's cry for its other,
which emanates from the heart without guile or burden
Jessica, a poem in a word in a name crafted by Shakespeare, with its roots growing in Genesis, still growing the dark
perfume of magnolias, the poems I write on my skin with the feather of your scent by a candle...
721 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2013 00:16am
23rd Nov 2013 00:16am
4 epithets for penny
cerebral relationship, mind fuck, migraine.
get a hat if you want to talk
your eyes are doors for demons
you look like a gas mask when u cum
get a hat if you want to talk
your eyes are doors for demons
you look like a gas mask when u cum
651 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2013 11:19am
22nd Nov 2013 11:19am
spanking clouds
there’s a hill in Sydney called Tumbledown Dick,
I stood naked on its head the other day,
raised my arms up to the sky and prayed,
lord how I prayed
for faith, courage and forgiveness,
even though I’d settle for a little happiness,
maybe a naked nymph to suck my dick,
or cash, or both
and not forgetting cannabis, a new hi fi
a car, good health, and underwear by calvin klein,
but in response She sent me fog and rain (the bitch) !
I was so pissed off I started spanking clouds
when suddenly a cold south wind erupted in my face,...
I stood naked on its head the other day,
raised my arms up to the sky and prayed,
lord how I prayed
for faith, courage and forgiveness,
even though I’d settle for a little happiness,
maybe a naked nymph to suck my dick,
or cash, or both
and not forgetting cannabis, a new hi fi
a car, good health, and underwear by calvin klein,
but in response She sent me fog and rain (the bitch) !
I was so pissed off I started spanking clouds
when suddenly a cold south wind erupted in my face,...
856 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2013 11:03am
22nd Nov 2013 11:03am
when there is no more to feel
when there's no more to feel
there's no more to give,
and hearts fade like snow in the spring,
fall like stars,
when there’s no more to give.
we sit and watch tv,
smoke cigarettes, drink tea,
don’t laugh much or touch,
when there’s no more to give
O how I remember the rhythms of river
in song on our skin,
there were leaves of light all over you,
your face in miracles of blue,
now, deeper blue I am in drowning
in what once was,
cannot be forgotten or let go,
as yesterday cuts my heart.
O touch...
there's no more to give,
and hearts fade like snow in the spring,
fall like stars,
when there’s no more to give.
we sit and watch tv,
smoke cigarettes, drink tea,
don’t laugh much or touch,
when there’s no more to give
O how I remember the rhythms of river
in song on our skin,
there were leaves of light all over you,
your face in miracles of blue,
now, deeper blue I am in drowning
in what once was,
cannot be forgotten or let go,
as yesterday cuts my heart.
O touch...
750 reads
2 Comments
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