I don’t remember how I felt
holding your naked body
against mine, our lips pressed
together, then silent mouthing
words lost in that moment.
We stayed there not speaking
our pulses slowing, regulated
by the silence, and it’s a shame
silence had to come then
when I had a head full of ideas.
It was just easier to lay there
solemn as a London guard
at post before change.
Looking down
into the clear blue
depths of your eyes
beneath my outstretched arms
toes gripping the edge hard
trying not to lose balance
in the wind
blowing my hair back
like I’m James Dean
and you’re frozen in place
the last second
before a movie kiss
your eyes solid
clear
clear blue
if I fall, will you catch me?
[b]The Library[/b]
A whispered hush blankets the musty room.
Pen and paper merge to pick up any
hitch hiking thoughts.
Pages rip, in disgusted fury, exposing their naked predecessors.
The silence breaks by whispered halls.
Eyes flutter, re-crust over in sleep.
Shuffled footsteps and muffled voices drift by
while half yellowing books stagger their dormant lives.
Their tattered spines hunched over on shelves like gossiping wenches sunning
their frail bodies in the fluorescent light.
My gaze, focused, upon the hundreds of thoughts steaming from bent heads.
Silent, unspoken.
Dancing around the mind like forbidden taboo.
The books hold on cover for my spying eyes,
craving the knowledge of free thought clouding up the musty room.
Curious as a boy, finding his first porn.
Glancing for only a second or so
And jealous of these dying books
staring into the face of any wondering soul.
For hours upon hours
Page after page — thoughts absorbing thoughts.
by Alicia Ranney
([email]boxdchick [at] aol [dot] com[/email])
if words were bullets
my poetry would be a gun
pointed at the head of change
we all want
we all want
we all want
to
rid ourselves of red lights
dead dog days walking
down unairconditioned streets
of degradation
& explanations
& contradictions
& salutations
we all want
we all want
we all want
to
condition for the moment
and ready ourselves
for the changes
when we’re never ready
set
GO!
how do I find ways to get lower
going
down
down
down
on the daisy chain game
of chutes and ladders
my number should be up
in the air among the clouds
yeah, way up where
god plays golf on the weekends
and when I get there
I’m sure he’ll let me play through
[b]Over and done with[/b]
blaze of fire
splash of water
fired bullet
over
husband and wife
a love forever
a daughter beloved
over
an old girlfriend
a mad coworker
a raving lunatic over
over
blaze of fire
splash of water
fired bullet
over
burn out
dry up
jam
over
blaze your fire
splash some water
pull the trigger
dead
[b]Tired[/b]
I’m tired of waking up
to the same old sun,
beautiful as it may be
I’m tired of going
to the same job,
no matter how much
money I’m making
Tired of the same
house, the same
neighbors and locals
Sweetie, I’m even
tired of you
Bang! Dead
[b]All Baptized With Sin[/b]
he watched the
blood drip slowly
slowly down the wall
stunned he walked quicker
quicker down the hall
the old dead man said
said hey y’all
he watched the young
young killer fall
the bullet pierced
pierced his flesh the
young one breathed
breathed his last the
old one he stood
stood tall said I love
you son watched
watched as you fall
down the dark pit
pit you call life
saw your blood run
run cold
you became violent
[b]I Once Had A Dream[/b]
I once had a dream of a beautiful place,
A place deep underground.
And in this beautiful, beautiful place,
Rows of graves can be found.
I walk down the tunnel which leads to the graves,
And tears roll down my face.
I stop on a grave, a fresh dug grave,
Then sit on the dirt and cry.
I wonder whose grave I’m crying at,
And open my eyes to see.
I let out a gasp and then a cry,
As I realize the grave is for me.
(c) 2001 Joy Daussin
([email]jdauss1 [at] msn [dot] com[/email])
