Sporting a New Gold Tooth
Hack of accidents, dear: do not wait for higher meaning
Avid claptrap of elitist avoidance: sublime violence, defense of hierarchy
Bullets whizzing by: taking off an eyelid, an earlobe
Runaway poured into the mold of a traveling life: fevered in rhythms
You are the impossible: do not wait for life to reveal itself
All shards and ruin: go to some place, take a position, precious, precarious
Dreams sluiced wide open: tortured like the people want
In negative space that collapses: wonderful to be imperfect not impervious
Doubts not mute but hardly harmonious: stand, engage, and commit some acts
Smooth thighs and hot throat: turn, stay, bulls-eye or flail
You are the improbable: commit some more acts
Swayed by a wounded melody, then more people-stuff: ductile, merciless
A mess of bird wings and mermaid hair: random by no means
Metal/bone, action: loops of gold or a noose, an internal architecture all its own
You thief with typical excuses, alibis: you horror show of I, me, mine gullibility
Pluck a voice from the void, stick it: junkyard dogs snarling at freedom's gate
A rat inside the belly of a viper: in recognition of human failure
House rules/fool’s bets, black cards and dust: reactionary critics anchored by prefix
Dear do not wait for higher meaning: yapping across linoleum
Who was the greatest: Ted Williams or Mickey Mantle, Tupac or Notorious B.I.G.
Who chokes you up, makes you try harder: Dostoyevsky or Handy Manny
More of a wild boar: boring holes in the wholly bored wilderness of woolly boredom
Doesn't matter if you're rich or poor: you bleed, right on blood, brother/sister
Dear, do not wait for life to reveal itself: it is, you are, it has, you do, and you go
Just go: disregard grand narratives of minor ambivalence, overcooked tripe
Nourishment, no cake: humming along melody through static
Moody starving artist bullshit: brooding dark mysterious creature, residual teen
Angst, requisite unrequited love/lust: hide your arms in church or a factory
Freaked out codependency tendencies: don’t expect a big red bow and a lipstick kiss
Nix the wait for a feather to wisp across the room: signaling eternal life
You feel screwed and so do I: let’s conform to play out why, purify the rot and sloth
Away from gremlins and science, op-eds and sportsmanship: lucid, molecular
One foot caught in the slough: mirror of truth or illusory trap
| Quake & Quarrel In absolution the sea recedes Her violence tattooed on the arms of the shore We are left to contemplate Implausibility of permanence, infidelity Of peace By the mongoloid rants of humanity Glued to our dirty mirror what has been learned The misshape of disgust With the boredom of an atheist hearing the same old Sermon performed from Serendipity’s pulpit Healing justifies the wound Ask the custodian of fear, cartographer of grief Who spits into the eye Of something greater than history The muse who rants with abandonment A hamster on a habit-trail humbled by the inertia Of accomplishment Bits of smashed lives, cadavers Of wood & barren womb Where (para)dice once impregnated the future Obituaries in sanguine, loaded sepia morning Swallowing the path of least resistance, guts flooded With the importance of prediction & disguise Knowing each & every grain of sand by name Better to roam wild open archipelagos Than to infest greasy crevices ripe with the stench Of decay Better yet to breathe with the ancients Trivial madness shrugged With each quake Each whip of thunder & froth ^^_______O__________ ^^`^``` Felicity gardens elegant heights Look down in the drainage ditches Blunt flabby faces chiseled by the horror hammer of loss Broken thread dull needles there is nothing <> if not infested with injured heroes Hungry blind ants Unforgiving swill leaching deeper Endless cascading precipitate of dreams Thunder fizzled into vast inevitables smug cozy of clouds Hope it’s all going somewhere toward purity <> somewhere toward going <> all hope clouds in sun womb Inevitable in its vast fizzle thunder dreams precipitate cascading in endless deeper leaching swill while unforgiving ants blind hungry heroes infest juries with nada needles and dull threads feed on lozenges break hammered chisel faces gone flabby digging ditches down heights for elegant gardens Grand stone ritual talisman of megalithic monument henge funerary posthole and/or circular rampart fortified earthwork carved palisade for inhumation <> Or would you prefer a sky burial <> When death is really dead hang your coffin over the craggily gorge let the mountain rock soul incumbent when the fog lifts savor your shadowmark with my astrocam or shadowmark my savior-lift while fog grows incumbent soul then let my coffin hang dead when burial sky prefers palisades or carved earthwork fortified for funerary monuments in some megalithic talisman of ritual stone <> It's unbreakable this diamond mind this cleavage plane you degenerate white dwarf in a shockwave you fused my black hole with your milky way only for your own ravenous luminosity <> Ravenous your way milky your hole white degenerated plane cleav- age mind <> This ineffable unbreakable it caught in your throat-like dry dust avenger <> Spit it out chew it swallow it or cough it up so goddamn square you're forcing tangential flesh wounds boring a hole in my skull so coal-dumb to diamonds nascent with your lugubrious (b)anal retentiveness |
Chris D'Errico was born in Worcester, Massachusetts. He writes poems and fiction, plays blues harmonica and lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. For more visit www.clderrico.com.
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