May 18, 2016

the idolatries shain't be confused with toiletries or shall they ?

'poet tri-self reflection'
 Edward Rinaldi




life isn't just a series of things we check off a list 
it is this ongoing bliss, a not to be missed ever-present en-tropic-al you 
what wishes and wants sometimes will do 
to pick your hearts and locks so many times 
as to leave you thoroughly unguarded 
pinnacle-d then pummeled to flight 
as the only poem left 
before dying has wings 
and need too
to be home 
no matter 
who or 
where 
you are 
today ... 

a jaundiced liberty took her shift in the back to bowling alley 
where I fashioned a crack pipe with my weekly paycheck 
into a don't bother me for a few hours 
and a Yahtzee sized pair of leave me alone now
Imma leaning 
back doing the rock-a-way...
lean back lean back lean back ... 
" cuz if you're friends don't dance..." 


how to smell yourself in the morning 
if you're me then it is slowly 
and with a clothes pin 
if you're me, you dream 
rather indecently 
don't you ...


this is echo cardiogram response mechanism charlie zero part

it is grave lunar navigable 
what read-a poem said 
thumb dumbly is plumb bobbed toed 
salvation army drum-ette 
did i get crispy enough to aid and abet 
your maybe something good 
or maybe something bad 
is this sunday school over yet 
cause that new girl 
in bible study is kinda hot 
but we gotta go to uncle hial 
and aunt mary's house 
and i'm not sure there's enough 
saccharin tablets and chock full of nuts 
to go around so i'll rifle jackets 
and go to lemmings as soon as I can ...

yeah I like this, and i even wrote 
a tenner four and teen rhyme tine 

couplets as magic eyed response to it
that someday i'll get back to 
as i'm not sure what animal i'll be 

when i do grow up though any hows
thanks for the cheer and pointillist mark 
on this map of right 

the fuck now 
fuck now 
 now fuck this ordinance with boxes and metal hinge ware 
make everything smell like cinnamon rolls after detonation 
carry breath mints 
and wine 
and anything you can 
from then.........................................
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and now and now and now 
every now ever stated to 
a when that is in the past too ...

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hope may be a whore we try persuading into poured ends
empty pocket jangle turned swerve sung feed me see more friends 
between my nerves fed raw tantamount-ed slay wonderful(s) 
& spilled parted ax to herringbone splatter sundry lulls 
there are holes in bouncy bounce continent eating children's 
rogue pantaloons role play maternal milk farmed will whence  
and yes sometimes our osmosis is as gentle as dew 
and no sometimes it is every tornado gone through 
and you demand to wear all my poems, toes, paint-pierced skin 
and I am the one left stabbing stand killing beast within 

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curious ore 

I only care 
how someone else 
any one else 
receives love 
when giving it away 
I find myself 
with endless need 
in an endless pool 
kneading strength 
and raining pains 

there's a toll house 
in every town 
isn't there 

bells dong 
hanged, stilled 
then aroused 
on every hour 
time emit sassy us 
one moment 
the next 
when are you 
what you want 
to be and where 
do you wear 
your barest best parts 
to my ugly ball ...

sleeping however 
is not an answer 
though a necessary 
component of sound 
and the lathed quiet 
of thought 
and purpose 

so give me 
a sewing needle 
and why 
must you know 
how to complete 
the loner 
in me 
is it fabric 
sensitivity 
or the silk 
you sold me 
for the soul 
poem-ed in 
embroidery 

EJR ©

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