all up the wall
by AuldMiseryGuts (Member) - published: November 14, 2008
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#1

I’ll impregnate my own
Pauses, thanks

And I’ll bite my nails
While I wait for you.

#2

Empty of
Tender prerogatives

The unmade man
Sat vivisected
By the non-
violent dregs of
An afternoon.

It took him in two
Almost lovingly,

An excessive silence
Settled,
And flies.

Fifty cal with
A right hand twist
Buries its
Concussive intercourse.

#3

He’s wiping his hands
On his jean legs
Ridding himself of
Combative fluence

Drops his colloquial
Aggressions
Like Hs

Puts bleeding to bed with
Dysfunctional patience.

#4

Got a recoil on me
Buck-backed, biting

And he’s got his
Deteriorative magnetism

Draws me, draws me
To basilar nethers
Grazing his Godspeed
Where it comes to an end.

We do
Repetitive traumas

I sustain serious
Injury.

#5

Intracranial apathy meets
Lucid intervention

I dormant
I dement
I fracture.

He drinks punches
And hazards

Through flayed stillness
Dead dura mater.

I was dreaming,
I think,

When rage was just
Reasonable doubt

I saw him
Snowblind claustrophobe

Up on the rooftop,
Dancing.

#6

Doesn’t mean anything
Doesn’t mean anything
Stars look like exit wounds
Doesn’t mean anything

Void now
Evacuative bliss

Roll up my sleeves
To remember

I’ll calm my own storms
I don’t need your help.

------
The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.

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The following comments are for "all up the wall"
by AuldMiseryGuts

Double Barrel of Laughs
Shannon,

Wanted you to know about an incredible coincidence, I think. We both posted poems this date with references to rifling in a barrel, which is one thing.

What you could not know is that, in my notebook, I had the exact phrase as you- "right hand twist", which I wanted to use. My problem, however, was a conflict of whether to use right hand or left hand, because it changes depending on which end of the barrel one finds oneself. So I cut it out, for my purposes; the clarification becoming too ungainly, and just wrote, "rifle twist".

Also on this date, I see that johnjohndoe has posted something with a barrel in it, though smoothbore.

Your piece, here, is full of your fetching brand of poetic wit and raw, yet humorous, imagery. I always enjoy.

Laugh ourselves to death.

~ John

( Posted by: Flonigus [Member] On: November 14, 2008 )

Shannon....
"Roll up my sleeves
To remember

I’ll calm my own storms
I don’t need your help."

I LOVE this! So many good lines within the stanzas, but the last caught my eye, kicks-butt, and I know the feeling...oh yeah;-)

with ALL love,
Namaste,
Lena

( Posted by: TheRealKarmaTseringLhamo [Admin] On: November 14, 2008 )

thanking two
John, synchronicity is, of late, my constant companion. there is clearly something in the air... or water... I’m glad you found humour here too. I always find myself looking at the world like that, half wryly amused, half straight-broke bewildered… I think that perspective seeps in to my scribble…thank you kindly for stopping by here…

No one ever laughs themselves to life, do they…?

Lena, I know you can relate to those last lines. I know quite a few people, in fact, who can, most of them are “artists” each in their own way. we learn, I think, this ability, because who else in their right mind would?

thanks both for wading in here. síochán.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 16, 2008 )

Shannon... of storms
Shannon,

Read this as an incantation: Take us back to the craterlands where the circulatory moonlight reveals
the density of water droplets drawn to the greenery.
Transport us to the birthlight orb.

Thank you.

Best,
Ariana

( Posted by: Ariana [Member] On: November 17, 2008 )

Ariana
love the idea of "circulatory moonlight", shining down on some primal sub-conscious hinterland… thank you again for a perceptive and poetic response. síochán.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 18, 2008 )

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