22 November 2011

Cozy Constrictor

Emerald/Green Tree Boa Constrictor
Image by Eisen Jiao










She  tastes like cherry
Red hot vinyl.
Her long-legged spider mistress
Fresh-spun silk
Feels like cloud skin,
Even as it wraps around me
Like a satin shackle.
Even as it coils up
Like a velvet python.
Breathe in deep
My cozy constrictor.


My lone inspiration:
"Little did I know her body was warm delicious vinyl... " Red Hot Chili Peppers. 
Posted at dVerse Poets Pub (first time there).

20 November 2011

Kill Him Completely

If you want to kill a man,
Kill him completely.
Break his soul
With his neck.
Use a blade
Close and slow.
Be right there
When the blood stops flowing.
Touch his body
Until it is icy and stiff.
Look into his eyes
Until they're empty.
Make sure
To steal his very last breath.
Dig his hole with your own hands
And put your ear to his fresh grave,
Just to make sure.

Leave just one nail
On a limp and tired finger,
Leave one last
Cardiac contraction
And the final blood will drip
From your face.
His angry hand
Will strike through the loose, black dirt
To scratch at your eyes.

You won't even be able to see hell.

So if you're going to kill a man,
You'd better kill him all the way.



Pop culture influences here are from both the Van Halen song and Clint Eastwood movie titled Hang 'em High. David Lee Roth sings a great line "one ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead."
Clint Eastwood says, "You hang a man, you better look at him..."
Submitted at the Poetry Pantry.




17 November 2011

A Different Kind of Disaster

Image from Magpie Tales




I’m a different kind of disaster,
Creeping slow like a growth
But devouring like an invisible swarm.
It’s so quick and gradual
That you’ll never really understand
How I did it.

You never saw anyone stand up,
But everyone’s gone.
You didn’t notice a single thing
Go  missing
Until all you had left was me.

Can you blame me
Any more than a hurricane or an avalanche?
Pain is not our intent;
It’s  our nature.
I am every bit as much
A kinetic phenomenon.
I’m just a different kind of disaster. 


Mag91 really reminded me of the album cover to Permanent Waves. Got some inspiration there.

13 November 2011

Winter's Frigid Razor

No horizon
Image from Our Lady of Disgrace


Not much in nature
Is as cruel as winter’s frigid razor.
How it shaves away slivers of frostbitten flesh
And floats its massive, ice-white daggers
Just out of sight,
Slicing  steel, scalpel precise.
How it grows in arctic procreation,
To vast, smothering sheets,
Entire continents trapped beneath them.
Shunning mercury
And freezing the motion
Out of every hot molecule.

Wicked Old Man Winter sits atop a blizzard for a throne,
Throws down his endless, blinding, frosty plight
And smiles a shivering grin.
Cold death rains down from  the slushy marrow
Of his frozen bones.
Mortals below bundle and shake
In frosted subjugation.

And with the spring melt,
He leaves,
Willing and grudgeless.
His patience,
Older than history
He knows his time will come again. 


Winter just seems like it his a bad disposition to me. I think my inspiration really came from the title of a movie, Winter's Bone, which is great! Also, Black Sabbath has a song, Snowblind, that really uses some dark winter metaphors. Music is always a huge inspiration to my poems. I shunned it at first, but I think I may just bill myself as the metal blogging poet. Metal has inspired my greatly... lately. Submitted for The Thursday Think Tank #74.



07 November 2011

Hero




I never asked for a low gravestone
Or a five-pointed star.
But what else can you offer,
Save a three-cornered flag in a wooden case?
Or 21 more bullets?

I didn’t know what a hero was
Until I saw a dog tag
Wedged between his teeth.

That’s not in the commercials.

I don’t want to be remembered.
I’d rather be here.
I didn’t ask to be a hero,
But lucky for you,
I am.



I saw a lot of British poems about Remembrance Day (Veterans Day) based on a prompt from Magpie Tales. It got me thinking that, as a veteran, I should write something for Veterans Day.  The I thought, wait, I wrote a poem perfect for that (not that the poem is perfect) about 10 years ago or so, but I am trying to stick to this thing about only posting new work on my blog. Am I off-task? Anyway, this is what I came up with after seeing images of the Congressional Medal of Honor and Arlington National Cemetery. 
The video is from stringbot's flickr account. I don't know him, but the video was labeled as being licensed for reuse, so  hope he is ok with it. I really like it because it shows it in kind of a normal, everyday thing. Something that can easily (and sadly) be forgotten. I've shot several 21 gun salvos (well 7 gun, 3 shot salvos). 

06 November 2011

Beautiful



A grave is lucky to be manicured.
New flowers and power-blown grass trimmings
Mimic beauty
Too perfect for the living.
Groundskeepers in uniformed work gloves
Riding mow every plot into a photograph
On a lucky cemetery.
Weeds stand guard in all the rest.

But luck won’t penetrate rolled out sod
Or overgrown, gravelly neglect.
Only rain and bodies and store-bought tombs
Go down with the underground worms.
And they don’t need luck
To do what they do.
They don’t need caskets or funerals
To make us beautiful again.


So this is what I the picture inspired me to write, but I kept thinking that this idea must be coming from somewhere else. Then I thought about the movie I watched yesterday, The Day the Earth Stood Still (2006ish remake).  There was a scene where Keanu Reeves said, "Nothing ever really dies. It just transforms. The universe wastes nothing." That's pretty much how it goes. By the way, the movie was very decent, if you don't mind Keanu Reeves completely unemotional... um... acting. Anyway, it all came from Mag 90 at Magpie Tales.