poemAday

In June 2006 i thought it would interesting to write a poem a day for a month and publish them online as they were formed. With no previous poeming pieces to draw from, i was curious as to what words might volunteer themselves from my thought stable to prance a pretty pattern of print upon the page. Each poem was pretty much written at around midnight in one sitting, with maybe a couple words scribbled down from that day at work, acting as sparks.

these are some of those from up there and back then.

10 Jun 2006

"elect your purchases"

surVey coin slots,
in search Of change,
vote the rescue parTy out,
dim their spotlight on cEnter stage,
chOose wisely your seat,
on this tRain of thought,
receipt of conceit sees to it,

you will pay for all you bought,
now where do you stanD?
considerate of those who vIew from behind?,
or contention aligned, with gossip sEcond hand?,
tearful headlines excite worryline wrinkles,
but in the eye of the shareholders,

dollar $igns do twinkle.

11 Jun 2006

"unfinite"

sound the brown note out,
bound, tied down devote devout,
eyes confined, the screen's the limit,
sighs enshrined, no machine can transmit it,
one lonely lone wolf strays from the pack,
spun, only prone to proof theres no way back,
crushed is the hand that points the finger,
gush of drawn in breath anoints, tho unease will linger
fulll moon florishes, but not yet in colour,
howl ing appropriate, crying out to our surrogate mother.

17 Jun 2006
"enlicensed"

Opening doors, on the clock,
doesn't hold up, when out of breath,
pull over, catch a courtesy wave in,
guide a breakdown birth from death.

Let the urgent blood driver overtake,
meticulous presupposing sidetracked in wait,
forever passed its used by date,
on the road less traveled no-one in front to tailgate.

cryptic convulsions,
enraged signlanguage,
bitchin' to the crier,
with bitter critters on the loose,
better zip-up your sugarcoat attire.

06 Jun 2006
"trapped heartattackers"

(ratttttttle)
last words,
"you are all in my heart"...
caged like birds, in the right atrium,
clawing at the internal walls,
echoed screams in search of an exit,
blindly tugging at the ventricles,
rumaging thru their masters chambers,
splashing in warm puddles of red,
crying collapsed, the realisation sets in,
the only way out to crawl within the dead,
out thru the slimey tunnels the maggots bore,
after the pulsating organ music beats no more,
when the blood that goes around,
stops veinly in its tracks,
the pale faced driver will clench at his heart, attacked,
gasping for lifes pure airborne ointment,
stumbling backward,
arriving without appointment,
shooting a deathly stare at the mirror ahead,
into his own unblinking eyes,
he wonders if hes dead,
silent flys circle above right on cue,
their offspring to unknowingly perform the internal rescue.