Callous sentences saunter into the quaintest of landmarks
Capturing the cinematography that is the mockery of felicity
At times I ponder on whether its veins quake with fear
In lieu of the eyes marring her with bullet holes
Whilst humming commemorative memories
That now lie lifeless just as the wealth of their youth
Aug 24, 2012
Bullet Eater
The fearful varmint that claws at your callous origin
Caused a ceaseless chain of nightmares
A simple faux pas contrives a generation of idiocy
The toes of a screaming infant dwindling in our wake
Loyalty had not yet bared a face of existence
Atonement was never a question but a riddle
Heed your forthcoming capers
For they just may deface you
Caused a ceaseless chain of nightmares
A simple faux pas contrives a generation of idiocy
The toes of a screaming infant dwindling in our wake
Loyalty had not yet bared a face of existence
Atonement was never a question but a riddle
Heed your forthcoming capers
For they just may deface you
Cinematography Of A Memory
Oblivious to arcane mishaps
That molest the bones established by society
The echo of her tattoo sings of a great depression
Each time the memory surfaces,
A twisted grin is born
Perhaps this could be the preluding window to existential purgatory
That molest the bones established by society
The echo of her tattoo sings of a great depression
Each time the memory surfaces,
A twisted grin is born
Perhaps this could be the preluding window to existential purgatory
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 16, 2012
An E-Mail In Exchange For Misery?
An E-Mail In Exchange For Misery?
A Play Written by Glenn McCrary
Characters
Tucker: Guy who walks into café
London: Lady who Tucker is secretly attracted to
Barista: Takes Tucker’s order
Act I Scene I
Tucker enters a local café. He reaches the front register
and is immediately greeted by the barista. The barista then takes Tucker’s
order.
Tucker: Hello,
Stuart
Stuart: Hello,
Tucker. How are you?
Tucker: Quite
alright just about to attend a party. However I thought I would drop in and say
hello and possibly replenish my ever decreasing energy.
Stuart: That is
completely understandable.
Tucker nods his head
in agreement with Stuart.
Tucker: Though
enough about me now Stuart. How have you been fairing lately?
Stuart: Eh, no
different than the usual sort. Apart from that I have just been working here.
Tucker: That is
quite wonderful Stuart. I know you never fail to impress your superiors on a daily
basis. Keep at it young sir.
Stuart: Yeah.
Anyway what can I get for you Tucker?
Tucker: Oh, just
a cup of water with a spot of classic syrup.
Stuart: Comin’
right up!
Stuart then goes to
fetch Tucker’s water while taking more orders for customers. Two minutes later
he returns with Tucker’s water.
Stuart: There you
go Tucker. Have a great day man!
Tucker then exits the
café. As he is leaving he spots an attractive young lady exiting the restroom.
She is wearing a white tank top with khaki booty shorts. She had strawberry
blonde hair with fair skin and light brown freckles along with soft, vanilla
pink lips. His eyes rested upon her for a brief moment before he left.
[End Scene]
Act I Scene II
It is the next day.
Tucker enters the local café and orders himself a water. He then goes to sit
upon the couch to concentrate on his passion for the written word. Suddenly a
young lady sits right next to him. She opens her laptop screen to continue her
search for the perfect college. To Tucker’s surprise it was the very same girl
that he saw yesterday. Shocked by her unannounced re-appearance he introduces
himself and decides to strike up a conversation.
Tucker: Hello, My
name is Tucker
Tucker extends his
hand towards this lady in hope of a potential fellowship.
Returning the favor
the lady decides to introduce herself as well.
London: Oh, hey my name is London. Pleased to meet you.
London briefly smiles at Tucker and then
immediately returns her attention back to her laptop screen entirely.
Tucker: So me and
a friend just finished seeing the latest Ice Age film.
London: Oh yeah? I heard it was good.
Tucker: And you
heard right.
Tucker and London both chuckle and
smile as awkward silence begins to dawn upon them.
Tucker: Speaking
of films what type of films do you like? Do you have a genre of films that you
prefer watching?
London: I don’t have a favorite film as I am
largely diverse so I like all films ranging from tragedies to comedies. I never
identify myself with only one thing.
Tucker: And that
is good. I highly respect the fact that you are not limiting yourself. I admire
the fact that you are willing to explore before being eclipsed by the ultimate
satisfaction. Of course we as humans will never be satisfied for as long as
time continues.
London: Not necessarily but I do truly
believe that we as humans will eventually find what it is that will satisfy us.
We just have to keep looking. Though yes I do believe that our pathetic
attempts to search for what we think will satisfy us is the overall reason why
we will never be satisfied.
Tucker: Well said
London.
Tucker smiles stupidly
to himself, opens his mouth, closes it again and then ponders on his next
thought to be spoken in conversation.
Tucker: Now if
you don’t mind me asking, what are your hobbies? What is your passion in life?
London: Well I have always had a passion for
that of the art of theater. I’ve done a lot of Community Theater while in my
teens. I also enjoy watching multiple plays. I have even acted in a few of them
myself. I also am into architecture being that my parents are both architects.
Tucker: That’s
quite impressive. How long has it been since you last acted in a play?
London: Gosh it has been a while. I believe
the last play that I was in was back in 2009. It was a play based on The
Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe
Tucker: And what
are some of the names of the plays that you have acted in regarding community
theater as well as school plays?
London: Oh gosh I can’t even remember the
names of them all but the body of work that I have done for theater is quite
lengthy.
Tucker: Excellent!
I find that astounding!
London: Yeah! Anyway what is your passion in
life Tucker?
Tucker: Well I
love to write a lot of poetry. I have self-published four books of poetry. I am
currently in school studying Creative Writing & English with a specialization
in Poetry. I am also starting to branch out in my field by writing plays. I am
so passionate about my poetry that I have made a vow to write until death.
London: Now that’s what I call passion! I
have never met a man so passionate!
Tucker and London become smitten with laughter over London’s statement.
Tucker: Well what
can I say?
London: Say nothing. Let your words do all
the talking. After all they are telling your story so why should you have to
talk?
London then winks at Tucker in an enticing manner.
Tucker: London if you don’t mind
I’d like to ask you something concerning your passion for the theater. Have you
ever considered teaching theater or building film sets?
London: Yes I have considered that. I don’t
know so much if I’d want to teach though but I do know a lot of friends of mine
that have decided to go that route. What I’d want to do is get a career
teaching theater, acting, and building sets and possibly a little marketing.
Tucker: I think
that is a brilliant idea because from what I can tell, you are very intelligent
and possess the drive and motivation that it takes to get to where you want to
go. The reason that I suggested for you to do that is because I figured why do
one thing that relates to your passion when you can do all?
London: You make a very good point, Tucker.
I’ll keep that in mind.
Tucker: Good. I’m
very glad to hear that. Anyways if you’ll excuse me I have a party to attend to
but I shall see you when next we meet hopefully. When will I see you again?
London: Oh, you’ll see me. I’m always here so
just keep your eyes peeled.
Tucker: Until
next time London.
With not a word left
to say, Tucker then gets up and exits the café.
[End Scene]
Act I Scene III
It is a new day.
Tucker enters the café searching for London.
London is
nowhere within sight. Twenty minutes pass before London shows up. She is wearing a red blouse
with khaki booty shorts again. This time she is with a guy.
London exits the café and stares in Tucker’s
direction as she is passing through with her guy friend.
Tucker: Hey London.
London:
Oh, hey Tucker how are you?
Tucker: I’m quite alright. I just decided to stop through
here and relax for a couple of hours.
London:
Oh, good deal.
Tucker: Yeah, is that your boyfriend?
London:
I don’t know maybe…
Tucker: Oh, well you know I just thought that he might have
been?
London ignores Tucker’s comments and carries on
with her date. She and her guy friend choose to sit by a coffee table just
behind one of the walls of the café. After about 40 minutes, Tucker decides to
walk over to London
and speak with her.
Tucker: London!
Hey London!
London:
Yes! What’s up Tucker?
Tucker: I was wondering if there was anyway that you would
like to stay in contact?
London:
Sure.
Tucker: Is it okay if I give you my number?
London:
Yes. That’s fine.
Tucker then gives London his number.
London:
Thank you very much Tucker. I’ll be sure to give you a call.
Tucker: You’re welcome and I look forward to it.
As the sun sets,
Tucker exits the café.
[End Scene]
Act I Scene IV
Another day arrives.
It is early evening. Tucker enters the café to find London sitting directly in front of him. She
is on the phone with her friend while preoccupied by her laptop. Tucker goes to
order her a water. He then decides to sit by London.
London:
Hello, Tucker.
Tucker: Hello, London.
I see you are on the phone with someone.
London:
Yeah it is just a friend of mine. Her name is Nina.
Tucker: Oh, well that’s cool.
London:
Yeah just give me a second.
Tucker: Ok.
London finishes up her conversation and then turns
her attention to Tucker.
London:
Ok, sorry. That was my friend. I hadn’t talked to her in a long time. I was so
happy to finally be able to talk to her again. You have no idea how long it has
been.
Tucker: Understandable. Is she a childhood friend?
London:
No, but I have known her for quite a while.
Tucker: Very interesting!
London:
By the way Tucker I wanted to show you something.
London begins typing a mysterious web address into
her web address bar. She shows Tucker
the website she is transferring to.
London:
I remember you mentioning to me that you would like to see what plays I have
been in when last we spoke. Here’s one that I was in. It was our version of The
Chronicles of Narnia. This was way back in December of 2009. These are the
pictures of me in the play.
Tucker: These photos are lovely and just the fact that you
were in the play is excellent! You look like you had a lot of fun participating
in the play.
London:
I did have loads of fun. You should have been there. You would have loved it.
Tucker: This makes me wish that we could have met each other
sooner.
London:
I know right!
An awkward silence
prevails.
Tucker: So…. about that number?
London:
Oh, right! Here I’ll just give you my email address and you can just ask me for
the number through there.
Tucker: That is perfectly fine.
London:
Alright good. Well I’ve got to run now. My mom is coming to pick me up and
she’s sort of in a hurry so I shall talk to you later. Please e-mail me
sometime.
Tucker: I will.
London exits the café without another word.
[End Scene]
Act I Scene V
Tucker emails London approximately
forty-eight hours later. Two weeks pass by before Tucker receives a response
from London.
One day Tucker wakes to a voicemail from London.
Anxious to hear London’s
response he plays the voicemail.
London’s
voicemail: Hi! So, the computer I'd been using stopped working, and I haven't
had internet access for about 2 weeks now. But, I do at the moment, so I'll check
out the poem, and talk to you later.
Tucker smiles stupidly
as he is equipped with a new degree of hope.
[End Scene]
The Colour Of Mockery
Furnished from the beginning with superlative demeanor,
You sway no haughty elbows,
And murder all colours of mockery,
Refrain from staring down the bridge of your nose,
As well as the egocentric adults
That bear the sharpness of a minotaur horn.
Your own sanctuary
Is crafted from knife fissures and bullet nests,
The nightmare of cathedrals;
Though existence must be slain
In order to fashion birth, yet
existence is never slain for applause
You sway no haughty elbows,
And murder all colours of mockery,
Refrain from staring down the bridge of your nose,
As well as the egocentric adults
That bear the sharpness of a minotaur horn.
Your own sanctuary
Is crafted from knife fissures and bullet nests,
The nightmare of cathedrals;
Though existence must be slain
In order to fashion birth, yet
existence is never slain for applause
The Merchant’s Lady III
From merchants
One law may be derived,
To warn all
Our constitution is a lie.
What they call Evolution
Is nothing more than,
An inflated fallacy
fashioned by the outlaws in us
meanness is constant.
One law may be derived,
To warn all
Our constitution is a lie.
What they call Evolution
Is nothing more than,
An inflated fallacy
fashioned by the outlaws in us
meanness is constant.
The Merchant’s Lady II
We know not of that Woman,
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.
what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,
or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,
‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,
though drunk on sex,
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.
but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.
what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,
or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,
‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,
though drunk on sex,
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.
but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.
The Merchant’s Lady
The merchant’s lady
saunters into villages
forsaken ages ago,
discovering cues
of lurid-ways no man
would even dare to dream,
much to say she has not
of which can be testified:---
the wretched man!
Philosophy may serve its purpose,
though theory is far
more pleasant than reality.
saunters into villages
forsaken ages ago,
discovering cues
of lurid-ways no man
would even dare to dream,
much to say she has not
of which can be testified:---
the wretched man!
Philosophy may serve its purpose,
though theory is far
more pleasant than reality.
Universal Fuckery
The majority believe
We were invented by humans
though who could imagine humans
conceptualizing such tasteless fuckery?
Of such reckless women
But the theory stands
who invented aliens?
We were invented by humans
though who could imagine humans
conceptualizing such tasteless fuckery?
Of such reckless women
But the theory stands
who invented aliens?
The Womanizer
To him all women are hallowed
minus those that hustle themselves.
How instantly and cunningly
they commit truculent acts
yet never bribed by mischief
except by rendezvous.
minus those that hustle themselves.
How instantly and cunningly
they commit truculent acts
yet never bribed by mischief
except by rendezvous.
Wizard: Legend Of The Literary Titan
Free from the sins of the America’s bureaucracy,
you were always indifferent
To jealousy,
Yet your poetry
Has fostered poets
To compose legendary verses,
And, though you are distinguished from,
The majority of your contemporaries
The wounds of the broken have been mended.
you were always indifferent
To jealousy,
Yet your poetry
Has fostered poets
To compose legendary verses,
And, though you are distinguished from,
The majority of your contemporaries
The wounds of the broken have been mended.
2Face: An Imagistic Opinion
It has been stated that on judgment day
We may be given not the shape of diamonds,
But of bones.
Plausible now, more than before
In our last days we shall infuse as one
(To mirror the imagism of each other),
Yet display no parallelism
Could that be why we were
Disgusted by daring faces,
Yet never revolted?
We may be given not the shape of diamonds,
But of bones.
Plausible now, more than before
In our last days we shall infuse as one
(To mirror the imagism of each other),
Yet display no parallelism
Could that be why we were
Disgusted by daring faces,
Yet never revolted?
Lady Of Mine
She is no lady of mine
For I am impoverished,
Black,
Dependent and coy, ---
Not her class.
I myself
Have told her so, ---
No lady of mine.
For I am impoverished,
Black,
Dependent and coy, ---
Not her class.
I myself
Have told her so, ---
No lady of mine.
Theater For Thoughts
‘Tis they who are fabulists:
The Fakers-to-be who are not
And the Fakers-not-to-be who are.
‘Tis they who employ language
As theaters for thoughts
Composing black apparel
To sheathe the naked corpse
Of the often too black Truth.
‘tis they with the organized souls
Who are fabulists.
The Fakers-to-be who are not
And the Fakers-not-to-be who are.
‘Tis they who employ language
As theaters for thoughts
Composing black apparel
To sheathe the naked corpse
Of the often too black Truth.
‘tis they with the organized souls
Who are fabulists.
The Great Black Swan
The woman
That pirouettes and pirouettes,
Pirouetting as she sweats
And pirouette amongst the reveries
Of men, ---
Underneath the strobe lights
Their libidos
Are great black swans
Against the bloodied vanilla sky.
In the moment
They bark crimson pyre.
The woman, ---
Pirouetting as she sweats,
Young men.
That pirouettes and pirouettes,
Pirouetting as she sweats
And pirouette amongst the reveries
Of men, ---
Underneath the strobe lights
Their libidos
Are great black swans
Against the bloodied vanilla sky.
In the moment
They bark crimson pyre.
The woman, ---
Pirouetting as she sweats,
Young men.
Halfbaked
A wild posy
Shriveled and perished.
The evening-warriors chuckled ---
But the day-warriors fussed.
A wild posy
Shriveled and perished.
Shriveled and perished.
The evening-warriors chuckled ---
But the day-warriors fussed.
A wild posy
Shriveled and perished.
Jane Valentine III
She rises
In the darkness,
This burdened woman
Shrunken by
Weariness and regret
Like a black rose in winter
In the icy rain,
Like a wind-swept rose in winter
That has yet to raise its neck
Again.
In the darkness,
This burdened woman
Shrunken by
Weariness and regret
Like a black rose in winter
In the icy rain,
Like a wind-swept rose in winter
That has yet to raise its neck
Again.
The Originals
In the California mines
There are 300,000
Native Americans hustling.
What type of verse
Could you possibly
Craft from that?
300,000 natives
Hustling in the
California mines.
There are 300,000
Native Americans hustling.
What type of verse
Could you possibly
Craft from that?
300,000 natives
Hustling in the
California mines.
The Laws Of Time Travel
Frankly I have been chasing
Someone like her
Matters not to her.
She knows not.
Never once has she known
Nor did I
Now she takes the escape route downtown;
I took a Greyhound out of state.
Someone like her
Matters not to her.
She knows not.
Never once has she known
Nor did I
Now she takes the escape route downtown;
I took a Greyhound out of state.
Skyscrapers
We mourn atop skyscrapers
As our forefathers
Mourned amongst baobab trees in Uganda
Because we have been forsaken,
It is judgment day,
And we’re fearful.
As our forefathers
Mourned amongst baobab trees in Uganda
Because we have been forsaken,
It is judgment day,
And we’re fearful.
Lovingly As I
To cast an infinite chamber
In certain places of the moon,
To twist and to waltz
Till the black night fades.
Then soften at sultry morning
Underneath a baobab tree
While afternoon stroked the horizon lightly,
Lovingly as I ---
A strange yet, delightful vagary!
To cast an infinite chamber
In the beloved areola of the sun,
Waltz! Twist! Twist!
Till the brisk day is done.
Soften at fallow night…
Underneath the baobab tree…
Night stroking gingerly
Lovingly as I.
In certain places of the moon,
To twist and to waltz
Till the black night fades.
Then soften at sultry morning
Underneath a baobab tree
While afternoon stroked the horizon lightly,
Lovingly as I ---
A strange yet, delightful vagary!
To cast an infinite chamber
In the beloved areola of the sun,
Waltz! Twist! Twist!
Till the brisk day is done.
Soften at fallow night…
Underneath the baobab tree…
Night stroking gingerly
Lovingly as I.
Year Of The Pacifist
The chagrin is profound,
A heart is marred,
And bane mushrooms diffuse spores ---
But they deliver elation,
They all deliver pacifism
For which the weary
Spirit yearns.
They deliver elation
In a trivialness
From where
No spirit returns.
A heart is marred,
And bane mushrooms diffuse spores ---
But they deliver elation,
They all deliver pacifism
For which the weary
Spirit yearns.
They deliver elation
In a trivialness
From where
No spirit returns.
Brave II
O, Mighty King of Igneous and Summer,
Cape the earth within an icy quilt
And freeze the damned in their cots.
All without enough covering
To remain warm,
Yet enough food alone to remain strong ---
Freeze, mighty King.
Let their knee caps grow frigid
And their lives cease to exist,
Then tomorrow
They’ll wake up in some fancy mansion of nothing
Where trivialness is everything and
Everything is trivialness.
Cape the earth within an icy quilt
And freeze the damned in their cots.
All without enough covering
To remain warm,
Yet enough food alone to remain strong ---
Freeze, mighty King.
Let their knee caps grow frigid
And their lives cease to exist,
Then tomorrow
They’ll wake up in some fancy mansion of nothing
Where trivialness is everything and
Everything is trivialness.
Autobiography Of A Playwright
I was once an actor,
But the lawyer came.
I was a fighter, too,
But the referee came.
They chased me throughout the forest.
They kidnapped me from the wilderness.
I was stripped to skin.
I faced death.
Now I am fenced
within the prison of helotry.
Now I cluster with the billions ---
Fenced within the prison of helotry.
But the lawyer came.
I was a fighter, too,
But the referee came.
They chased me throughout the forest.
They kidnapped me from the wilderness.
I was stripped to skin.
I faced death.
Now I am fenced
within the prison of helotry.
Now I cluster with the billions ---
Fenced within the prison of helotry.
The Text Message
I’m waiting for my lady, ---
She is Euphoria.
Say it in a naughty tone.
Say it teasingly if you please.
I’m waiting for my lady, ---
She is Euphoria.
Say it in a naughty tone.
Say it teasingly if you please.
I’m waiting for my lady, ---
We Made Love To The Beat Of The Pages
We have eternity
Lambent before us
Like a snowflake.
Mortality
A one night stand,
A forged signature.
And the slender stream of ink
Slithers along the pages we found.
We write!
Lambent before us
Like a snowflake.
Mortality
A one night stand,
A forged signature.
And the slender stream of ink
Slithers along the pages we found.
We write!
Breakfast Before Daybreak
Her lips are as pink as the plume of a flamingo,
Her eyes are like fair, seasoned pine apples.
I love her.
Her curves are like annular eclipse, a sable daybreak.
I love her.
And her skin is the vanilla of a maple leaf in summer, but a sexier color,
I want to touch her.
Her eyes are like fair, seasoned pine apples.
I love her.
Her curves are like annular eclipse, a sable daybreak.
I love her.
And her skin is the vanilla of a maple leaf in summer, but a sexier color,
I want to touch her.
Viva La Imagism³
The red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet and jasper,
Lie silently behind plexiglass
While the population
Is petrified.
Yet the red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet-jasper,
Are only strange marionette kings
That the population themselves
Have created.
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet and jasper,
Lie silently behind plexiglass
While the population
Is petrified.
Yet the red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet-jasper,
Are only strange marionette kings
That the population themselves
Have created.
Murder In The Cinema
The harrowing face of dearth,
The knuckles of vexation,
The callous, grand toes of Karma,
The bones of qualms in a spirit
That wished to wreak no fault ---
He saw what happened
To loved ones of mine
At that theater in Colorado.
She saw what happened
To loved ones of mine ---
Beggars with loaded weapons
Behind a shroud of fear.
The knuckles of vexation,
The callous, grand toes of Karma,
The bones of qualms in a spirit
That wished to wreak no fault ---
He saw what happened
To loved ones of mine
At that theater in Colorado.
She saw what happened
To loved ones of mine ---
Beggars with loaded weapons
Behind a shroud of fear.
Patterns
The orange bee did not fancy her
So, flamboyant, she departed.
But the yellow bee toured the hearth
Until the birth of dusk.
And then, with passion like a dirty desire,
She descended, iced, into the hearth.
So, flamboyant, she departed.
But the yellow bee toured the hearth
Until the birth of dusk.
And then, with passion like a dirty desire,
She descended, iced, into the hearth.
Shall We Beget Sweet Summer Love?
Shall I beget a memoir of your fairness?
Shall I compose words about you?
Shall I beget a poem that will live through
Centuries and sculpt your history in the poem?
Shall I compose words about you?
Shall I beget a poem that will live through
Centuries and sculpt your history in the poem?
Aug 15, 2012
An E-Mail In Exchange For Misery?
An E-Mail In Exchange For Misery?
A Play Written by Glenn McCrary
Characters
Tucker: Guy who walks into café
London: Lady who Tucker is secretly attracted to
Barista: Takes Tucker’s order
Act I Scene I
Tucker enters a local café. He reaches the front register
and is immediately greeted by the barista. The barista then takes Tucker’s
order.
Tucker: Hello,
Stuart
Stuart: Hello,
Tucker. How are you?
Tucker: Quite
alright just about to attend a party. However I thought I would drop in and say
hello and possibly replenish my ever decreasing energy.
Stuart: That is
completely understandable.
Tucker nods his head
in agreement with Stuart.
Tucker: Though
enough about me now Stuart. How have you been fairing lately?
Stuart: Eh, no
different than the usual sort. Apart from that I have just been working here.
Tucker: That is
quite wonderful Stuart. I know you never fail to impress your superiors on a daily
basis. Keep at it young sir.
Stuart: Yeah.
Anyway what can I get for you Tucker?
Tucker: Oh, just
a cup of water with a spot of classic syrup.
Stuart: Comin’
right up!
Stuart then goes to
fetch Tucker’s water while taking more orders for customers. Two minutes later
he returns with Tucker’s water.
Stuart: There you
go Tucker. Have a great day man!
Tucker then exits the
café. As he is leaving he spots an attractive young lady exiting the restroom.
She is wearing a white tank top with khaki booty shorts. She had strawberry
blonde hair with fair skin and light brown freckles along with soft, vanilla
pink lips. His eyes rested upon her for a brief moment before he left.
[End Scene]
Act I Scene II
It is the next day.
Tucker enters the local café and orders himself a water. He then goes to sit
upon the couch to concentrate on his passion for the written word. Suddenly a
young lady sits right next to him. She opens her laptop screen to continue her
search for the perfect college. To Tucker’s surprise it was the very same girl
that he saw yesterday. Shocked by her unannounced re-appearance he introduces
himself and decides to strike up a conversation.
Tucker: Hello, My
name is Tucker
Tucker extends his
hand towards this lady in hope of a potential fellowship.
Returning the favor
the lady decides to introduce herself as well.
London: Oh, hey my name is London. Pleased to meet you.
London briefly smiles at Tucker and then
immediately returns her attention back to her laptop screen entirely.
Tucker: So me and
a friend just finished seeing the latest Ice Age film.
London: Oh yeah? I heard it was good.
Tucker: And you
heard right.
Tucker and London both chuckle and
smile as awkward silence begins to dawn upon them.
Tucker: Speaking
of films what type of films do you like? Do you have a genre of films that you
prefer watching?
London: I don’t have a favorite film as I am
largely diverse so I like all films ranging from tragedies to comedies. I never
identify myself with only one thing.
Tucker: And that
is good. I highly respect the fact that you are not limiting yourself. I admire
the fact that you are willing to explore before being eclipsed by the ultimate
satisfaction. Of course we as humans will never be satisfied for as long as
time continues.
London: Not necessarily but I do truly
believe that we as humans will eventually find what it is that will satisfy us.
We just have to keep looking. Though yes I do believe that our pathetic
attempts to search for what we think will satisfy us is the overall reason why
we will never be satisfied.
Tucker: Well said
London.
Tucker smiles stupidly
to himself, opens his mouth, closes it again and then ponders on his next
thought to be spoken in conversation.
Tucker: Now if
you don’t mind me asking, what are your hobbies? What is your passion in life?
London: Well I have always had a passion for
that of the art of theater. I’ve done a lot of Community Theater while in my
teens. I also enjoy watching multiple plays. I have even acted in a few of them
myself. I also am into architecture being that my parents are both architects.
Tucker: That’s
quite impressive. How long has it been since you last acted in a play?
London: Gosh it has been a while. I believe
the last play that I was in was back in 2009. It was a play based on The
Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe
Tucker: And what
are some of the names of the plays that you have acted in regarding community
theater as well as school plays?
London: Oh gosh I can’t even remember the
names of them all but the body of work that I have done for theater is quite
lengthy.
Tucker: Excellent!
I find that astounding!
London: Yeah! Anyway what is your passion in
life Tucker?
Tucker: Well I
love to write a lot of poetry. I have self-published four books of poetry. I am
currently in school studying Creative Writing & English with a specialization
in Poetry. I am also starting to branch out in my field by writing plays. I am
so passionate about my poetry that I have made a vow to write until death.
London: Now that’s what I call passion! I
have never met a man so passionate!
Tucker and London become smitten with laughter over London’s statement.
Tucker: Well what
can I say?
London: Say nothing. Let your words do all
the talking. After all they are telling your story so why should you have to
talk?
London then winks at Tucker in an enticing manner.
Tucker: London if you don’t mind
I’d like to ask you something concerning your passion for the theater. Have you
ever considered teaching theater or building film sets?
London: Yes I have considered that. I don’t
know so much if I’d want to teach though but I do know a lot of friends of mine
that have decided to go that route. What I’d want to do is get a career
teaching theater, acting, and building sets and possibly a little marketing.
Tucker: I think
that is a brilliant idea because from what I can tell, you are very intelligent
and possess the drive and motivation that it takes to get to where you want to
go. The reason that I suggested for you to do that is because I figured why do
one thing that relates to your passion when you can do all?
London: You make a very good point, Tucker.
I’ll keep that in mind.
Tucker: Good. I’m
very glad to hear that. Anyways if you’ll excuse me I have a party to attend to
but I shall see you when next we meet hopefully. When will I see you again?
London: Oh, you’ll see me. I’m always here so
just keep your eyes peeled.
Tucker: Until
next time London.
With not a word left
to say, Tucker then gets up and exits the café.
[End Scene]
Act I Scene III
It is a new day.
Tucker enters the café searching for London.
London is
nowhere within sight. Twenty minutes pass before London shows up. She is wearing a red blouse
with khaki booty shorts again. This time she is with a guy.
London exits the café and stares in Tucker’s
direction as she is passing through with her guy friend.
Tucker: Hey London.
London:
Oh, hey Tucker how are you?
Tucker: I’m quite alright. I just decided to stop through
here and relax for a couple of hours.
London:
Oh, good deal.
Tucker: Yeah, is that your boyfriend?
London:
I don’t know maybe…
Tucker: Oh, well you know I just thought that he might have
been?
London ignores Tucker’s comments and carries on
with her date. She and her guy friend choose to sit by a coffee table just
behind one of the walls of the café. After about 40 minutes, Tucker decides to
walk over to London
and speak with her.
Tucker: London!
Hey London!
London:
Yes! What’s up Tucker?
Tucker: I was wondering if there was anyway that you would
like to stay in contact?
London:
Sure.
Tucker: Is it okay if I give you my number?
London:
Yes. That’s fine.
Tucker then gives London his number.
London:
Thank you very much Tucker. I’ll be sure to give you a call.
Tucker: You’re welcome and I look forward to it.
As the sun sets,
Tucker exits the café.
[End Scene]
Act I Scene IV
Another day arrives.
It is early evening. Tucker enters the café to find London sitting directly in front of him. She
is on the phone with her friend while preoccupied by her laptop. Tucker goes to
order her a water. He then decides to sit by London.
London:
Hello, Tucker.
Tucker: Hello, London.
I see you are on the phone with someone.
London:
Yeah it is just a friend of mine. Her name is Nina.
Tucker: Oh, well that’s cool.
London:
Yeah just give me a second.
Tucker: Ok.
London finishes up her conversation and then turns
her attention to Tucker.
London:
Ok, sorry. That was my friend. I hadn’t talked to her in a long time. I was so
happy to finally be able to talk to her again. You have no idea how long it has
been.
Tucker: Understandable. Is she a childhood friend?
London:
No, but I have known her for quite a while.
Tucker: Very interesting!
London:
By the way Tucker I wanted to show you something.
London begins typing a mysterious web address into
her web address bar. She shows Tucker
the website she is transferring to.
London:
I remember you mentioning to me that you would like to see what plays I have
been in when last we spoke. Here’s one that I was in. It was our version of The
Chronicles of Narnia. This was way back in December of 2009. These are the
pictures of me in the play.
Tucker: These photos are lovely and just the fact that you
were in the play is excellent! You look like you had a lot of fun participating
in the play.
London:
I did have loads of fun. You should have been there. You would have loved it.
Tucker: This makes me wish that we could have met each other
sooner.
London:
I know right!
An awkward silence
prevails.
Tucker: So…. about that number?
London:
Oh, right! Here I’ll just give you my email address and you can just ask me for
the number through there.
Tucker: That is perfectly fine.
London:
Alright good. Well I’ve got to run now. My mom is coming to pick me up and
she’s sort of in a hurry so I shall talk to you later. Please e-mail me
sometime.
Tucker: I will.
London exits the café without another word.
[End Scene]
Act I Scene V
Tucker emails London approximately
forty-eight hours later. Two weeks pass by before Tucker receives a response
from London.
One day Tucker wakes to a voicemail from London.
Anxious to hear London’s
response he plays the voicemail.
London’s
voicemail: Hi! So, the computer I'd been using stopped working, and I haven't
had internet access for about 2 weeks now. But, I do at the moment, so I'll check
out the poem, and talk to you later.
Tucker smiles stupidly
as he is equipped with a new degree of hope.
[End Scene]
Aug 1, 2012
Hello, Fearful One
A petite Midwestern raised child
Arrives at a Southern institution
And fears the labors of speaking
With the Southern children.
At first they appear favorable,
Then they taunt her
And call her “cracker.”
The Southern children
Disdained her, too,
Eventually.
She is a petite white girl
With an oval white face
And solid pink blouse.
Regarding this
Petite, fearful child
She might craft a story
Devising tomorrow.
Arrives at a Southern institution
And fears the labors of speaking
With the Southern children.
At first they appear favorable,
Then they taunt her
And call her “cracker.”
The Southern children
Disdained her, too,
Eventually.
She is a petite white girl
With an oval white face
And solid pink blouse.
Regarding this
Petite, fearful child
She might craft a story
Devising tomorrow.
Brave
I do not love you,
For your eyes are spiteful, too.
I do not love you,
Your eyes are revolving lasers of ugliness and destitution.
Though why the desire to smite me,
O, brave ones,
Why the desire to smite me?
For your eyes are spiteful, too.
I do not love you,
Your eyes are revolving lasers of ugliness and destitution.
Though why the desire to smite me,
O, brave ones,
Why the desire to smite me?
Snake Language
The day is majestic,
So the passions of strangers.
The clouds are majestic,
So the diligence of strangers.
Majestic, also, is the moon.
Majestic, also, are the time tables of strangers.
So the passions of strangers.
The clouds are majestic,
So the diligence of strangers.
Majestic, also, is the moon.
Majestic, also, are the time tables of strangers.
Advance!
We sprint,
We sprint,
We shan’t tarry within the shadows!
Give us the light.
We were not fabricated
To be degraded,
To be heavily degraded,
And narrow volume of respiration
That these lavender things have invented.
We sprint,
Oh, Lord,
We sprint!
We must rend these shadows,
We must find the light.
We sprint,
We shan’t tarry within the shadows!
Give us the light.
We were not fabricated
To be degraded,
To be heavily degraded,
And narrow volume of respiration
That these lavender things have invented.
We sprint,
Oh, Lord,
We sprint!
We must rend these shadows,
We must find the light.
Lawless
Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
In the darkest corner
Of the cannibalistic church
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
The thieves are-a-comin’!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
In the darkest corner
Of the cannibalistic church
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
The thieves are-a-comin’!
Odyssey Of The Sprite
Civilians who chant “liquor store blues”
within a Memphis alley way
Where the classical band plays
From dusk till dawn
Would lack intelligence
Should she be taught
That she resembles a foul sprite
For some wild centaur.
within a Memphis alley way
Where the classical band plays
From dusk till dawn
Would lack intelligence
Should she be taught
That she resembles a foul sprite
For some wild centaur.
Classic Casanova
Does a classical-band ever howl?
It has been said a classical-band’s odd.
Yet as the coarse strippers revolved
And the sallow evening faded,
A civilian said she heard the classical-band howl
When the lips of dawn had matured.
It has been said a classical-band’s odd.
Yet as the coarse strippers revolved
And the sallow evening faded,
A civilian said she heard the classical-band howl
When the lips of dawn had matured.
Amy’s Eyes
Oh, Spanish maroon!
Oh, lucky ladies of the valley!
In a Memphis tavern
Three short-necked entertainers astound.
A dancing vixen who’s eyes are daring
Ascends a skirt of silken bearing.
Oh, singing maroon!
Oh, lucky ladies of the valley!
Were Amy’s eyes
Of the first castle
Just a tad too daring?
Was Pocahontas flamboyant?
In a corset of ivy green?
Oh lucky clover
Oh, lucky maroon!
Oh, Spanish ladies of the valley!
In a revolving tavern
Three short-necked entertainers astound.
Oh, lucky ladies of the valley!
In a Memphis tavern
Three short-necked entertainers astound.
A dancing vixen who’s eyes are daring
Ascends a skirt of silken bearing.
Oh, singing maroon!
Oh, lucky ladies of the valley!
Were Amy’s eyes
Of the first castle
Just a tad too daring?
Was Pocahontas flamboyant?
In a corset of ivy green?
Oh lucky clover
Oh, lucky maroon!
Oh, Spanish ladies of the valley!
In a revolving tavern
Three short-necked entertainers astound.
Autograph The Night
Her light, peach face
Is like a blossoming tulip
On an infant stem.
Those kind come expensive in Memphis
So they say.
Is like a blossoming tulip
On an infant stem.
Those kind come expensive in Memphis
So they say.
Shapes
The florid footprints of hussies
seeped upon the black rug.
The florid heart of a saint crippled at the
fallow door.
The laughter of a sober count guised the howl
Of a callous whore.
count,
Composed a strangely shaped finger,
count your curses, ---
And Death was the raincoat I wore.
seeped upon the black rug.
The florid heart of a saint crippled at the
fallow door.
The laughter of a sober count guised the howl
Of a callous whore.
count,
Composed a strangely shaped finger,
count your curses, ---
And Death was the raincoat I wore.
Red Sense
How thick and blunt is the eclipse tonight!
How thick and blunt and deathly black
Are the slanted bones of the eclipse!
How thick and blunt and deathly black
Are the slanted bones of the eclipse!
American Expatriate
America should have a society of peace,
Of handsome peace,
And a land of exuberant compassion
Where the dusk
Is a breast pocket handkerchief
Of ebony and yellow,
And not this land that is death’s grin.
America should have a land of opportunity,
Of infinite opportunities
Accompanied with sound wages
Prolific as Father Time,
And not this land where blotted bones reside
Oh, America should have a land of respect,
Of love and peace and compassion and honor,
And not this land where respect is sin.
Hark! Sweet expatriation
Hark! Sweet expatriation
Of handsome peace,
And a land of exuberant compassion
Where the dusk
Is a breast pocket handkerchief
Of ebony and yellow,
And not this land that is death’s grin.
America should have a land of opportunity,
Of infinite opportunities
Accompanied with sound wages
Prolific as Father Time,
And not this land where blotted bones reside
Oh, America should have a land of respect,
Of love and peace and compassion and honor,
And not this land where respect is sin.
Hark! Sweet expatriation
Hark! Sweet expatriation
Church Culture
All the baboons of the churches scream in my blood,
And all the wild hot devils of the churches whine in my
soul.
Frankly, I fear this culture ---
So callous,
So tough,
So frigid.
And all the wild hot devils of the churches whine in my
soul.
Frankly, I fear this culture ---
So callous,
So tough,
So frigid.
Nunchaku
I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So I meandered into the night
And the night was dazed, too.
I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So I composed until the verses
Trickled over southern hills
And my heart was mourning, too.
I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So with my once blithe soul
shapeless like a human without bones,
I sauntered into the dawn
To find a new, vanilla love.
She never knew the words,
So I meandered into the night
And the night was dazed, too.
I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So I composed until the verses
Trickled over southern hills
And my heart was mourning, too.
I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So with my once blithe soul
shapeless like a human without bones,
I sauntered into the dawn
To find a new, vanilla love.
Godhead
That freedom is a fine goddess
Is a keepsake to which we Americans are wise.
Her toga conceals timeless wounds
That once perhaps were lies.
Is a keepsake to which we Americans are wise.
Her toga conceals timeless wounds
That once perhaps were lies.
Jane Valentine II
When Jane Valentine wears black
Her curves are like the Mona Lisa
Yellowed by the centuries.
Reign with confetti of shock,
Pagans!
When Jane Valentine wears black
An empress from some classic Italian night
Surfaces once again.
Reign shock, Pagans!
And the beauty of Jane Valentine in black
Impales through my heart a venom doused spear.
Sweet, velvet shock,
Pagans!
Her curves are like the Mona Lisa
Yellowed by the centuries.
Reign with confetti of shock,
Pagans!
When Jane Valentine wears black
An empress from some classic Italian night
Surfaces once again.
Reign shock, Pagans!
And the beauty of Jane Valentine in black
Impales through my heart a venom doused spear.
Sweet, velvet shock,
Pagans!
Blasphemy In A.D. Minor: 2525 A.D.
Brand those scriptures, honey
Brand those scriptures, darling,
Brand those scriptures, honey,
Brand ‘em fleet and wild ---
Cease and retreat, honey,
Scald those chapters.
Scatter them over, darling
Now! Advance
... With your dagger.
Brand those scriptures, honey,
Brand ‘em, honey darling.
Believers are going down this century---
They may never again ascend.
The believers are going down this very day and age---
They may never again ascend
So swing with fleet feet, honey,
(Christians are praying low)
Swing with fleet feet, honey---
You may never swing again.
Brand those scriptures, Lucy,
Brand ‘em, Lucy, darling,
Brand those scriptures, Lucy,
(The rush is sharp and keen)
Brand those scriptures, Lucy
(Christians are praying low)
The believers are going down this very day and age---
They may never again ascend.
Brand those scriptures, darling,
Brand those scriptures, honey,
Brand ‘em fleet and wild ---
Cease and retreat, honey,
Scald those chapters.
Scatter them over, darling
Now! Advance
... With your dagger.
Brand those scriptures, honey,
Brand ‘em, honey darling.
Believers are going down this century---
They may never again ascend.
The believers are going down this very day and age---
They may never again ascend
So swing with fleet feet, honey,
(Christians are praying low)
Swing with fleet feet, honey---
You may never swing again.
Brand those scriptures, Lucy,
Brand ‘em, Lucy, darling,
Brand those scriptures, Lucy,
(The rush is sharp and keen)
Brand those scriptures, Lucy
(Christians are praying low)
The believers are going down this very day and age---
They may never again ascend.
Free Thinkers: Caesars of the Universe
Well, America, I’ll tell you:
Religion for me ain’t been no picnic.
It’s had ticks,
And ants,
And grass deathly-brown---
Dead.
But through the years
I’ve been a-skatin’ on,
... And fashioning circles,
And cheating God,
And sometimes drinking secrets of the dark
Void of compassion.
So, America, keep your backs against the wall.
Don’t rock your babies upon the knees of strangers
‘Cause you’ll find it’s quite careless.
Don’t you scream now---
For I’m still drinking, honey,
I’m still skatin’,
And religion for me ain’t been no picnic.
Religion for me ain’t been no picnic.
It’s had ticks,
And ants,
And grass deathly-brown---
Dead.
But through the years
I’ve been a-skatin’ on,
... And fashioning circles,
And cheating God,
And sometimes drinking secrets of the dark
Void of compassion.
So, America, keep your backs against the wall.
Don’t rock your babies upon the knees of strangers
‘Cause you’ll find it’s quite careless.
Don’t you scream now---
For I’m still drinking, honey,
I’m still skatin’,
And religion for me ain’t been no picnic.
Black-Handed
Hold tight to realism
For if realism perishes
Death is a rife volcano
That can not vomit.
Hold tight to realism
For when realism dissolves
Death is a land mine
Awaiting to blow.
For if realism perishes
Death is a rife volcano
That can not vomit.
Hold tight to realism
For when realism dissolves
Death is a land mine
Awaiting to blow.
Sun Dance
Now,
In September,
When the morning is a vast awakening
Filled with orange clouds,
And fractured shafts of sun-shimmer
Descend before the earth
Am I too young to see the gods dance?
To find them I am inept.
In September,
When the morning is a vast awakening
Filled with orange clouds,
And fractured shafts of sun-shimmer
Descend before the earth
Am I too young to see the gods dance?
To find them I am inept.
Climax Beat
The gentle beating of her breasts,
The gradual beating of her breasts,
Gentle… gradual
Gradual… gentle---
Rouses your blood.
Waltz!
A hymen-veiled virgin
Tip toes carefully into a
Forest of suspense.
Tip toes carefully… gradually,
Like the beads of sweat upon her temple---
And the breasts beat,
And the breasts beat,
And the gentle beating of the breasts
Rouses your blood,
The gradual beating of her breasts,
Gentle… gradual
Gradual… gentle---
Rouses your blood.
Waltz!
A hymen-veiled virgin
Tip toes carefully into a
Forest of suspense.
Tip toes carefully… gradually,
Like the beads of sweat upon her temple---
And the breasts beat,
And the breasts beat,
And the gentle beating of the breasts
Rouses your blood,
Famous Nightmare
Nightmare-strippers,
Marijuana-dealers,
Harlots,
Loud cacklers in the hands of Karma---
My enemies.
Car detailers,
Stewardess girls,
Bridesmaids,
Dice-shooters,
Chefs,
Waiters,
Ballerinas,
Stars of porn flicks
Owners of liquor stores,
Article writers,
Athletes in tinsel town
And violinists in circuses---
Nightmare-strippers all,---
My enemies.
Marijuana dealers all,---
My enemies.
Harlots---
God! What harlots!
Strippers---
God! What strippers!
Strippers and harlots
Harlots and cacklers.
Cacklers?
Yes, cacklers… cacklers… cacklers---
Loud-mouthed cacklers in the hands
Of Karma
Marijuana-dealers,
Harlots,
Loud cacklers in the hands of Karma---
My enemies.
Car detailers,
Stewardess girls,
Bridesmaids,
Dice-shooters,
Chefs,
Waiters,
Ballerinas,
Stars of porn flicks
Owners of liquor stores,
Article writers,
Athletes in tinsel town
And violinists in circuses---
Nightmare-strippers all,---
My enemies.
Marijuana dealers all,---
My enemies.
Harlots---
God! What harlots!
Strippers---
God! What strippers!
Strippers and harlots
Harlots and cacklers.
Cacklers?
Yes, cacklers… cacklers… cacklers---
Loud-mouthed cacklers in the hands
Of Karma
Viper’s Kiss II
What is there within this vagrant lady
That I can neither hear nor see,
That I fail to acquire or fathom
And still it beckons me?
Is not she but a blood stain in the moon---
A bit of water, plasma, enzymes?
And yet she plays upon her bong a truculent tune
As if Karma had not kissed her with his fangs!
That I can neither hear nor see,
That I fail to acquire or fathom
And still it beckons me?
Is not she but a blood stain in the moon---
A bit of water, plasma, enzymes?
And yet she plays upon her bong a truculent tune
As if Karma had not kissed her with his fangs!
Taste II
I love to see your big, brown eyes,
Glinting in the night;
I love to see your lips quake,
As we dance with satellites.
I love the passionate innuendo
Descending into my ears;
In all hours of the morning young,
The sound of your breath I hear.
I love the landscape of the nude
Between these sheets of ceaseless passion
But better than all these things, I guess
I love my lady love
Glinting in the night;
I love to see your lips quake,
As we dance with satellites.
I love the passionate innuendo
Descending into my ears;
In all hours of the morning young,
The sound of your breath I hear.
I love the landscape of the nude
Between these sheets of ceaseless passion
But better than all these things, I guess
I love my lady love
Mr. Fonnereau & Ms. Faucon
The careless, chuckling cheetah
With spittle on its mouth.
The skinny faced cheetah,
Emotionally frail,
Dreadfully trained.
The infant-minded cheetah
Sprinting into the black lake’s tears
For the skeleton of a vagrant.
Ball and chain,
elation, nature, elation,
The boys, the girls, the stars
The cigarette-scented cheetah.
Foxy, like a woman,
Alluring as a bronze skinned streetwalker,
Sexy, wicked
Cinnamon-lipped, noxious---
That is the cheetah.
And I, who am human, would love her
But she claws my face
And I, who am human,
Would lavish her with rarities
Yet she forsakes me.
So now I seek the husky---
The cold-faced husky,
For she, they say,
Is a politer courtesan,
And in her house my troubles
May escape the hex of the cheetah.
With spittle on its mouth.
The skinny faced cheetah,
Emotionally frail,
Dreadfully trained.
The infant-minded cheetah
Sprinting into the black lake’s tears
For the skeleton of a vagrant.
Ball and chain,
elation, nature, elation,
The boys, the girls, the stars
The cigarette-scented cheetah.
Foxy, like a woman,
Alluring as a bronze skinned streetwalker,
Sexy, wicked
Cinnamon-lipped, noxious---
That is the cheetah.
And I, who am human, would love her
But she claws my face
And I, who am human,
Would lavish her with rarities
Yet she forsakes me.
So now I seek the husky---
The cold-faced husky,
For she, they say,
Is a politer courtesan,
And in her house my troubles
May escape the hex of the cheetah.
Nothing
The stars still cast their subtle glow
Through the greyish black churchyards that we know;
Next morning’s fate lies unknown
Before the dawn.
The clouds still drift just as before;
The canaries still chirp outside my door,
Yet suddenly appears the taste of nothing.
The sky is indigo and the blue jay sings;
The children catch fireflies by their wings
Though I am somber.
Throughout the universe no pleasure can exist;
Mirth turned her face at me,
Ever since you fled.
Through the greyish black churchyards that we know;
Next morning’s fate lies unknown
Before the dawn.
The clouds still drift just as before;
The canaries still chirp outside my door,
Yet suddenly appears the taste of nothing.
The sky is indigo and the blue jay sings;
The children catch fireflies by their wings
Though I am somber.
Throughout the universe no pleasure can exist;
Mirth turned her face at me,
Ever since you fled.
Strange & Sound
This young fawn
Who saunters along the town
Soliciting her slender compassion
Month in, year round
Has known tall, dew doused forests
And the moon has made
Her skin quite fair
Who saunters along the town
Soliciting her slender compassion
Month in, year round
Has known tall, dew doused forests
And the moon has made
Her skin quite fair
Paul Revere
There’s a ripe, young sun
Swinging the gardens today.
There is a sprightly, young sun
Touring the faces of revelry.
There’s a sheepish, young moon
Carrying the smirk of a virgin
Awaiting her Paul Revere.
Swinging the gardens today.
There is a sprightly, young sun
Touring the faces of revelry.
There’s a sheepish, young moon
Carrying the smirk of a virgin
Awaiting her Paul Revere.
Loaded
I’ve befriended lovers:
I’ve befriended lovers daft as harlots cleaved
like the glass in extrinsic films.
My sagacity has matured like adult freesia.
I had been saturated within tasteful ages.
I built fences near the trestles of disbelief.
I sought to sip of the finer fountains.
Yonder echoes throughout Canada I had heard
Touring along the avenues of Abbotsford
Nature testifying betwixt an epicurean draught
I’ve befriended lovers:
Daft, apathetic lovers.
My sagacity has matured like adult freesia
I’ve befriended lovers daft as harlots cleaved
like the glass in extrinsic films.
My sagacity has matured like adult freesia.
I had been saturated within tasteful ages.
I built fences near the trestles of disbelief.
I sought to sip of the finer fountains.
Yonder echoes throughout Canada I had heard
Touring along the avenues of Abbotsford
Nature testifying betwixt an epicurean draught
I’ve befriended lovers:
Daft, apathetic lovers.
My sagacity has matured like adult freesia
Origami Legends
She has a brain full of legends.
She has a whole heart full of legends.
Shaped by summer’s yellow collar bones
She caresses a sepia hued image to her breast
And recites memories in her sleep.
Legalistic hellions
Stalk her sharp scent,
And legalistic hellions
Seek to kidnap her ,
And legalistic hellions
Cry illustrious hymns along canyons
Speaking amongst themselves
Into the jagged patterns fashioned by
Her legends.
And the sepia hued image, frozen
Insinuates that her legends were honest legends.
She knows they were never born of classic fiction at all,
But that they had been fostered by her own life.
The sepia hued image lies lifeless
During a subtle, summer evening
Reciting memories.
She has a whole heart full of legends.
Shaped by summer’s yellow collar bones
She caresses a sepia hued image to her breast
And recites memories in her sleep.
Legalistic hellions
Stalk her sharp scent,
And legalistic hellions
Seek to kidnap her ,
And legalistic hellions
Cry illustrious hymns along canyons
Speaking amongst themselves
Into the jagged patterns fashioned by
Her legends.
And the sepia hued image, frozen
Insinuates that her legends were honest legends.
She knows they were never born of classic fiction at all,
But that they had been fostered by her own life.
The sepia hued image lies lifeless
During a subtle, summer evening
Reciting memories.
The Ace of Spades
The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.
The woman had been a prisoner:
Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps.
I waxed the knees of California.
The woman had been a singer:
All the way from Vancouver to Abbotsford
She carried her battle anthems.
I crafted time.
The woman had been victimized:
The Russians charred every last speck of confidence.
They hung her before The Black Sea.
The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.
The woman had been a prisoner:
Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps.
I waxed the knees of California.
The woman had been a singer:
All the way from Vancouver to Abbotsford
She carried her battle anthems.
I crafted time.
The woman had been victimized:
The Russians charred every last speck of confidence.
They hung her before The Black Sea.
The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.
99¢
When the dastardly woman Helena
Arrives to collect our souls
And cast them into the lake of purgatory,
She ponders whether she shall find
The soul of a young, zealous woman
Worth more nickels of eternity,
Than the areolas of a haughty bastard?
Arrives to collect our souls
And cast them into the lake of purgatory,
She ponders whether she shall find
The soul of a young, zealous woman
Worth more nickels of eternity,
Than the areolas of a haughty bastard?
Makita XXIII: Death’s Bible
Sharp and branded was the hunger
Thundering within my paunch
guised as the quintessence
spearheaded by life
‘twas the claw cast
from death’s marred teat
Heard within yonder valleys
Whence I sought freedom
Thundering within my paunch
guised as the quintessence
spearheaded by life
‘twas the claw cast
from death’s marred teat
Heard within yonder valleys
Whence I sought freedom
Makita XXIV: Fire Snake
Those eyes that flicker in yonder light
flourish like snakes during summer nights
So seasoned and cultured unshaken they float
Though none can tell what’s pristine or trite
‘tis often I ponder what spare
pages you sought to share
A question mark be thy beauty
such a being surmised as rare
her smile benevolent as summer’s breeze
Upon my knees nimble I appease
And in that time I recollect
These memories that are elder keys
flourish like snakes during summer nights
So seasoned and cultured unshaken they float
Though none can tell what’s pristine or trite
‘tis often I ponder what spare
pages you sought to share
A question mark be thy beauty
such a being surmised as rare
her smile benevolent as summer’s breeze
Upon my knees nimble I appease
And in that time I recollect
These memories that are elder keys
Makita XXV: Question Mark
And these memories
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit
Makita XXVI: 1 Way Street
Dearly beloved why ever
Are you so passionate to seek?
an avenue of fraudulent dalliance
When a plethora of amour
Screams before you
Forsaking me to ponder
When the page shall revolve
Are you so passionate to seek?
an avenue of fraudulent dalliance
When a plethora of amour
Screams before you
Forsaking me to ponder
When the page shall revolve
Makita XXII: Cocaine Memories
Awaiting a light
To guide us down the path
that composed our eternity
For no woman I have swayed
In quite the fashion as I for you
For no woman could I have swooned
as I swiftly as I for you
and if ever there was a chance
to seize the pendulum
‘tis your constant amour
Then the risk would equalize
The value you illustrate
To guide us down the path
that composed our eternity
For no woman I have swayed
In quite the fashion as I for you
For no woman could I have swooned
as I swiftly as I for you
and if ever there was a chance
to seize the pendulum
‘tis your constant amour
Then the risk would equalize
The value you illustrate
Makita XXI: Century Chasers
Ever since the hour when first we met
your dearest memory my silhouette
the face of my greatest triumph
enamored by the pleasant elation
‘twas the brush of your skin
which fostered a phenomenon
Before a generation
...
We conquered centuries with ease
Ever seeking to discover the genesis
‘twas love set anew
your dearest memory my silhouette
the face of my greatest triumph
enamored by the pleasant elation
‘twas the brush of your skin
which fostered a phenomenon
Before a generation
...
We conquered centuries with ease
Ever seeking to discover the genesis
‘twas love set anew
Makita XX: Daredevil
The finest siren
To have tread the fairest acres
At the height of skyscraper
She ascends
autonomous and replete
fashioning the ashes
that compose the minutes
that we have loved and lost
To have tread the fairest acres
At the height of skyscraper
She ascends
autonomous and replete
fashioning the ashes
that compose the minutes
that we have loved and lost
Makita XIX: Fawn Song
An array of flavor
Paints our summer scene
With the striking colours
That in time the two of us
Like fawns had grown to cherish
Aristocratic and original
Was the infinite portrait
Paints our summer scene
With the striking colours
That in time the two of us
Like fawns had grown to cherish
Aristocratic and original
Was the infinite portrait
Makita XVIII: Diary Of A Streetwalker
She’d recite the fairest refrains
As upon marble texture I languish
Moxie was her focus to sway me
I, never once yearning to retreat,
Became enveloped by an aura of passion
Spry was the breeze that descended
From the design ‘twas her lovely palms
As upon marble texture I languish
Moxie was her focus to sway me
I, never once yearning to retreat,
Became enveloped by an aura of passion
Spry was the breeze that descended
From the design ‘twas her lovely palms
Makita XVI: Pornographic Sucker Punch
The beat that composes
Summer’s zealous speech
Employed my bones with jubilees
A quaint taste laced
with pornographic oaths
Of which I abstain from forsaking
As in her caress I descend
Summer’s zealous speech
Employed my bones with jubilees
A quaint taste laced
with pornographic oaths
Of which I abstain from forsaking
As in her caress I descend
Makita XVII: Plastic Lasers
Rare was the vibe
To which we waltzed
And like plastic pillows
We fondled each others features
Petting each others’ egos
In a wistful manner
No texture of skin
Had ever tasted better
To which we waltzed
And like plastic pillows
We fondled each others features
Petting each others’ egos
In a wistful manner
No texture of skin
Had ever tasted better
Makita XV: Famous Nightmare
The hours screamed
Fine warnings eclipsed
By the science that is
Her lovely masquerade
for no woman upon bended knee
have I fostered much passion
The love of my sexy nightmare
Breast of the famous queen
Fine warnings eclipsed
By the science that is
Her lovely masquerade
for no woman upon bended knee
have I fostered much passion
The love of my sexy nightmare
Breast of the famous queen
Makita XIV: White Famine
Through hazy mirrors
A doxy appears to be doused
Within suicide languages
Hips bemoaning white filigrees
Caressed by a famine of beatitude
designed to elicit tragedy
A doxy appears to be doused
Within suicide languages
Hips bemoaning white filigrees
Caressed by a famine of beatitude
designed to elicit tragedy
Makita XIII: Square Epigraph
In a yonder canyon
Upon earth’s finest grass I sit
Scathing mature flower petals
As if to sojourn the years
When youth nestled us
Grazing our faces with happiness
Upon earth’s finest grass I sit
Scathing mature flower petals
As if to sojourn the years
When youth nestled us
Grazing our faces with happiness
Makita XII: Loveless Death
Omnifarious cancers
Appear to elutriate the air
To the sharp turning leaves of parsimony
as fallacious acts brand us
and the flourishing hunger
betwixt our passionate fidelities
with loveless hues of death
Appear to elutriate the air
To the sharp turning leaves of parsimony
as fallacious acts brand us
and the flourishing hunger
betwixt our passionate fidelities
with loveless hues of death
Makita XI: Imagistic Memories
A hankering feature once she was
Saturated by a plethora of alleviation
along the current she’d sway
Her presence infusing meaning
In elementary shapes
And esoteric hymns
Makita te quiero
Tu eres mi amor
Saturated by a plethora of alleviation
along the current she’d sway
Her presence infusing meaning
In elementary shapes
And esoteric hymns
Makita te quiero
Tu eres mi amor
Makita X: Plausible Illustrations
Phonetics of oblivion
Sheathed by plausibility
Elapsing cultures with ease
Fathering quaint illustrations
Daring to be discovered
Along fearless avenues
Embellished by the fences
That compose the verses
Of which we refer to as life
Sheathed by plausibility
Elapsing cultures with ease
Fathering quaint illustrations
Daring to be discovered
Along fearless avenues
Embellished by the fences
That compose the verses
Of which we refer to as life
Makita IX: Theatrical Nightmares
From the silent lips
That birthed the nightmare
‘twas heard round the universe
The infamous speech ‘tis dusk
Fabricated insomnia’s silhouette
the hands of time living
In naked draughts of infancy
adorning the skylines
With theatrical chases
Fostering handsome fairings
That birthed the nightmare
‘twas heard round the universe
The infamous speech ‘tis dusk
Fabricated insomnia’s silhouette
the hands of time living
In naked draughts of infancy
adorning the skylines
With theatrical chases
Fostering handsome fairings
Makita VII: Gypsy’s Creak
Her hair sways
Like a gypsy’s hips in summer
Young, seasoned, and ripe
Was the frame of her smile
Voice knocking upon
The fences of freedom
Swooning men of her choice
Before the suave, sleek edges
Fashioning the finesse that is
This dactylic wonderland
Like a gypsy’s hips in summer
Young, seasoned, and ripe
Was the frame of her smile
Voice knocking upon
The fences of freedom
Swooning men of her choice
Before the suave, sleek edges
Fashioning the finesse that is
This dactylic wonderland
Makita VIII: Red Holocaust
‘Tis often the flesh upon each cheek
is chased dour, yet sultry memories
As the years aged much of nothing
Had haunted these bones
unknown, unsuspected
Hollow screams were published
By the bedsteads of the red holocaust
Clouds laced with fear
Foreseen ‘twas a fiasco
is chased dour, yet sultry memories
As the years aged much of nothing
Had haunted these bones
unknown, unsuspected
Hollow screams were published
By the bedsteads of the red holocaust
Clouds laced with fear
Foreseen ‘twas a fiasco
Makita VI: The Focus
Focusing upon a lantern of thirst
she ate of catastrophes
and quaffed of black karma
cast by fiction in sleaze
camaraderie non existent
though through the holocaust
erect she stood
she ate of catastrophes
and quaffed of black karma
cast by fiction in sleaze
camaraderie non existent
though through the holocaust
erect she stood
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