CHICKEN AIRPLANE SOLDIER

 


An ill wind brings an entourage, and your heart is an autumn garage 

Prepare your plexus for the fist thrown by the punchline atheist 

You can drown down, you can succumb to the tugging tide. You can crawl under the grass and forever hide.

Or you can clench your toes and slay the savage sea, just chicken airplane soldier to attain your apogee.

Nothing makes your present tense as does your run on sentience.

You can find a temporary cure in the complex taste of the calendar 

Makes yourself a Cupid’s arrow for the world, a freewheeling firework with empathy unfurled.

Yes with your open heart you can soothe the savage sea, just chicken airplane soldier right through the vicious debris.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

ISN’T

Image
  Isn’t gone isn’t forgotten, isn’t lost to time  Isn’t poking eyeballs out from beneath this slanty rhyme Isn’t Batman isn’t Robin, isn’t Mr. Freeze  Isn’t saving kittens isn’t hanging them up in trees  Can’t be defined by what you’re not  Can’t do the chaser without the shot Can’t pilfer minutes from your clock  Can’t bring em back again  Isn’t carved in alabaster isn’t a cartoon  Isn’t abstract animal assembled from balloon Isn’t pulled in 12 directions not super glued to the floor  Isn’t valentined after like Dorothy Lamour Can’t be defined by what you’re not  Can’t lace the shoes and forget me knot Can’t speak in sidewalk without chalk Can’t keep your secrets in Isn’t spun among the living isn’t netherworld  Isn’t clutching to yourself like umbrella ununfurled  Isn’t curly twirly whispy isn’t a straight line Isn’t born under a semi fractured neon sign  Can’t be defined by what you’re not  Can’t connect the transi...
Read more

Sometimes When You Look At Me The Clouds Disappear

Image
There’s a looseness in my chest that’s like a rope with too much slack and then you hold my hand and suddenly we rhyme. The singing in your fingertips entrances me and spirals round my head like a swirling glass of wine. You’re the Polaris of my dreams, the siren song that drifts me out to sea, and I’m wonderfully wondering why Sometimes when you look at me the clouds all disappear and I am captured in the radiance surrounding. Then your smile just sweeps me to the dizzy atmosphere and I am swimming in the splendor so astounding. You’re the Polaris of my dreams, the siren song that drifts me out to sea, and I’m wonderfully wondering why As I wander through the valley of your coffee flavored kiss, I am a vagabond that’s bonded to you truly. And all the empty boxes echoing with solitude, I have surrendered to the void through and throughly. You’re the Polaris of my dreams, the siren song that drifts me out to sea, and I’m wonderfully wondering why it’s me.
Read more

THE MACULATE CONCESSION

Image
  How does it feel to be dealt a hand full of sardines and rusty nails?  Pinch yourself you might find that you hate the way you feel.  Frosted shoulder shoves your teeth into crooked interruption. Loop the handshake in reverse til we forget our introduction. Leaves falling like elevators, confetti the political desanguination. Your mouth is spitting bitter snow but everybody's changed the station. Scrape off the tears of rage and cultivate a garden of attrition. Feed the beast of kindness and pray it don't die of malnutrition. You think when the dust settles you'll ascend to the upper crust. But when all is dotted and crossed you'll only be left with dust. Elevator filled with fallen leaves, crisply blanket the fallow field. Throwing punches yards from the mark, it doesn't matter if you yield.
Read more