poems, all kinds...

photo by Edward Rinaldi ©

using passive aggressive destructive fertilization techniques to write

salt slash burn the urns

I need ashes

I need causes

to tie ribbons around

I am hating the heat

the blank look

the mirror gives me

when I ask questions

of myself

I am sure

not to like

the answers of

lazy man

having fed myself

a diet of worms

and other crawling devices

of personal and emotional decay

these poems are somewhat easy

in that they have

two dimensional handles

I can pretend not to see

I am a million pieces

I am endless fibers

that know better

I am long kelp

waving hungry mouths

feeding on the seas

the rich mud and shit

that gets kicked around

town to town

person to person

in a communicability

of words

sometimes this will

marshal disease prevention plans

those ribbons again

pieces of sky falling

I am not caring

about my whoring parts

my coalesce

of aggravated aggregate masses

my finding a pathos

in lone swirls

teemed with morasses

and the getting on

of my satisfactions

there are many kinds of water

that this world knows

as well as eyes

that look upon it with

each one

with a story

that we were

all rain

once too

and each time

a storm comes

I have come

to know

the permanent

critical points

in every one

of my falls

they are each

a clean

infinity

each a surgery

of skin

to bone

to soul

and somehow

I have come

to know

I am choosing

to live where

there is

still chaos

beneath

where

the words

go

EJR ©