NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-30: Size is Amazing Style

Just the sinks last week
Come here, intentions
That's how it is
Weird psychosis, Hi
Caramel sure side
Eat your name
Unless your card is noble
Size, eat anything today
Alright for room
Signed off on accusations
Americano on the Illiad
Drink your sar... torium?
Definitely don't be bitter
Mad scenario
Hate it
Bottled total
My sort of polyglot
Amazing, negative I am not
How many was I picking
Usual shelves
Spot you the good day

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-29: Geologic

By the time some love is found
Geology best describes it
As it lies there on the ground

Released from blankets of slate profound
With your chisel that divides it
By the time some love is found

Identification comes around
Forgotten magma intrusion defines it
As it lies there on the ground

Scan for jewels when love is crowned
Cracked in the heat that refines it
By the time some love is found

Sealed by layers, homeward bound
But cracked marble enshrines it
As it lies there on the ground

Best left where it originally drowned
In the crystalline column that hides it
By the time some love is found
As it lies there on the ground

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-28: Everything I Try to Focus On

Since I'm writing this so late, I will make this a collage of lines inspired by my day, completely out of order. You can pretty much treat it like a cut-up... you know what I'm talking about. "Oh, so this is a bunch of disjointed sentences that may potentially form a remarkable and amusing coincidence." Though I think it does a have a bit more direction than that... you be the judge!

I didn't quite listen to Bjork today
Urban Unsigned overpriced pancakes
Spongey, room for angsty air leaks
Expressive pinholes in the shower head
The guns are pretzeled
On their way out of our mouths
Real distances have no hang time
I remember life on the outside when I see you
Our hands touch where the glass shouldn't be
When Vince Vaughn is practically forbidden
Your smile lowers in the center
Until you're so happy
Your zipper teeth
Are dangerously low on angles
And angles beg the question
How long does it take to see a photograph?

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-27: Gratifying Impact

A baseball bat
A graceful rat
A face full of fat
Fattening chews of brick layers
And stick slayers of juice, taters, and masturbaters
Poundy poundy squish poundy squish squish squish!
The Chromolume beseeches you
Get back to work
Follow the color and light
Wallow in squalor and plight
Swallow, then fight
After impact echoes subside
Rafter track records belie
Future time and effort
Despite that time
Is the reward for those who never claim it
Swat it away with your
Baseball bat
Pine tar scandal
Blind sparked candle
Find the stars handle
By any means necessary
Pull them down and pop them

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-26: Equanimity & Creme Brulee

Something still hurts me
So I must stretch my flesh
A pizza crust around the world
Pie of melted barb wire
Hardened by the will of the sun
Foreseeable fissures form
At select locations
Like a film premier
A fractured crowd of deionized water
Dissolves my creme brulee
I wanted to crack that shell
So I stomp my feet in protest
Stomp my feet on a hard surface
Another creme brulee
A mile deep
Filled with loose shit
The bottom is where
The hurting stops

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-25: Empty Hand

A jar meant for broken glass
Also shattered
Every room needs a bag
When I've no broom to drag
Next time words fill my hand
Needing somewhere to go
I will squeeze tight as I can
Before I choose to throw

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-24: Time Candy

Momentary mask movement
We don't know what we're saying
Crackling time
Tiny bursts of alternative involvement
Flow of reality is a hard candy
We can choose to bite
An anisotropic hard candy
Blind approach delight
We can define
With myriad methods of unconscious unfolding
And with considerable caprice
We stare at each crease
Considering the possibility
Of re-unfolding
Before we know it we are all at the bar and every possible configuration of sexual partner in this room has come to pass
Sentimentality has tunnel vision
Because it sits in the alley
Picking fights, finding cause for division
Stubborn like Ayn Rand McNally
Don't question me, I am my own god and I know where I'm going
Run into the same wall enough times and your face will get some sexy muscles
Don't they feel good between your fingers?
Squeeze them! squeeze them as you sob
Perhaps squeezing your sobbing diesel face will be the greatest pleasure of your life
Or perhaps you have friends in high places
Like Joan of Arc
Or Charles J. Guiteau
He'll pull you over the wall and you'll certainly be remembered

Or do you leave the folded reality where it is
And start shaving trees for more questions to answer
Tab A, meet Tab B...
The periodical meaning of life

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-23: Western Haiku

You can find an explanation for Western Haiku here. You can also find these listed as a comment there, which makes me posting here a little redundant, but it doesn't count as my NPM poem unless it's in my blog, dammit!

1.

Quick! Determine
The scent of morning
Before your nose awakens

2.

The botanical garden
Of women
I seek a maraschino cherry

3.

An elected official takes office
Like I am at work
Realizing I missed a spot shaving

4.

Organs fit together
Arms move freely
I love both of these ways

5.

Shelter seeking
Shelter seeking
Shelter

6.

"Amoeba me", she said
Not with
A knife

7.

My appetite
Misses breakfast
Most days

8.

Roll me in carpet
Throw me down a well
Sexual frustration

9.

Sun burns through
Its wealth
of clouds

10.

My window pane
A graveyard
For crispy insects

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-22: Guy Walks Into Bar

Play nintendo wii until your bladder distends
Buy everything in bulk, carry it home with your friends
Dire ambitious years of highly acclaimed debauchery
Expected depravity you deliver
Slathered curdled sunny delight
Gathering hurdles to wish you goodnight
Hysterectomy wrecked your family dynamic
Your vital organs operate
in triode
pentode
dodecaphonic chronic broadcast
Past the ballast that you passed gas underneath
A coverband of your desires
Dozing off with a set of pliers
Meant for a deeper purpose
Trial of errors by your peers
Bile of terrors from chandeliers
dripping into a funnel of your placement
That's right you get to choose where the funnel goes,
but somebody else gets to place the hose
You get to emcee the traffic reporting
And afterwards you're out cavorting
With starlets but it's just a recording
Of the generalities you apply to whatever you don't understand
Music featuring proper nouns in the age of information
Is a dangerous fun trap

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-21: To Catch a Butterfly

I approached the oldest tree in the forest
With the most convoluted trunk formation
His dead branches are his reverent statues
I ask him how to catch a butterfly
Like the ones that surround him
But never dare to land
He speaks of stillness and patience,
but I know stillness alone
Only catches precluded hope
Vulnerable to gusts of wind
The triumph of the will of random chance
Builds only the valor of serendipity

Great wisdom in stillness
but once stillness is achieved
Knowledge and strength will hold her loyalty
Moments conquered and foes bested
Will keep the gentle creature invested
For only when your honor is tested
Will she be yours forever

The tree laughs at my thoughts
"Of course you must possess knowledge and strength
You must carry the world
Until you know the weight and origin
of every twig and pebble
And witness every transgression of the will of chance
And how every precious moment can slip from worthy hands
And into idle hands
For they are just as still as yours and no less noble
And imbued with the strength of Earth
And the knowledge of life's burden
That you won't know forever until you're there
You must carry it all
And still remain motionless
When she lands in your hands
Your existence must be
As light as hers

Before I understood
I had to know why none landed on him
"In my stillness I lost vigilance
My branch fell off
Crushed her against the ground
Not one has landed for even a moment since"

I set fire to his fallen branches
And pushed them into his hollow trunk
And when the blaze was finished
I stood upon the ashen mound
And mingled my roots with the soil below

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-20: Defined Flesh

I was fucking this girl the other night
She was plump, but her face had good definition
I really enjoyed the movement of the fat
That clung to her ribcage
It makes clapping sounds as
The folds of her flesh open
and close
The erratic occurrences of the sound
Are an indictment of my poor rhythm
But she seems to be having a decent time
My hands caress without restricting
the motion
I want to touch her with
More of myself than I have
I consider what it would be like to
Clone myself at this moment
so that while I fuck her traditionally
I can also fuck the temporary crevice
Resulting from the collision
Of her belly fat and her torso fat
Then I turn her sideways and grab
Her shoulder facing me
And fuck her like an accordion
I stretch her topmost leg
So my midsection
Which is fairly lean
Is making fiercely satisfying impact with
The broad side of her
tidal wave thigh
The carnal chaos from my perspective
Reminds me of a supersized desktop pendulum made of jello
in a dryer made of glass
Now in need of distraction
I consider the slender women I've had in the past
My prominent pelvic bone
crashing into theirs like a stubbed toe
Because I need to push much harder
To find the fleshy friction I crave
Even with this image in mind
I feel myself approaching the point of no return
I signal this in the Morse code of thrusts
And in that moment, amidst all
The crashing creases and pelvic displacement
I can feel her insides undulate
and then skip a few beats
Signing an approval for withdrawal
I dispense swift sticky justice
All over her abdomen
After a few moments, she permits me
To break eye contact
So I can survey ground zero
Her glistening body decorated with
An archipelago of an uneven distribution
Of translucent white globules
Reminds me of a fresh glazed
French pastry
In which I will soon indulge

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-19: Chasing a Dog

If I sought knowledge
With the naive enthusiasm
That you seek to get hit by a car
The turning pages of books would braise my unclasping eyelashes

If I procured riches
With the same magnetic diligence
That pulls you repeatedly into unrelenting traffic
I'd hire a bum to chase you
and hire a social worker for the bum
And hire a much needed assistant for the social worker

If the confusion I feel at night
Mimicked your zigzag pattern of flight
I'd need to leave a trial of clues
To know how I really feel about anything

If my quest for love agape
Seemed as innocent pure and innate
As your crusade to meet that gratifying impact
Then everybody would believe me

If my desire to be run over by a car
Matched your desire to be run over by a car
I'd have done so successfully by now

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-18: Dream David Bowie

David Bowie,
why do you show me
Slight disdain in my dreams
You even regret the energy spent
To express vague disapproval, it seems
It would sting much less
If your indifference would progress
Into at least a committed hate
A taunt, jive, or quip
Instead of merely a sip
Of your true opinion's state

I've done nothing to earn his irk
But even if I was a jerk
He would offer me a vexation most venerable
Perhaps the nothing I've done
Is the very means by which I've won
His jaded response to my existence in general

If only I weren't such a walking abortion in his mind
Tripping over my loathsome bedraggled umbilical chord
He'd form at least a sentence of recognition
But I'm too much waste for his taste
And if I don't make haste
To provide fodder for his point of view
To say, "Fuck you, dream David Bowie
You don't even know me"
So perhaps he'd say "fuck you, too!"

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-17: Important Suffering

Hidden mantra:
If it didn't hurt this much
It wouldn't have been worth it
Are these delusions from pain?
Doing this alone amounts to surgery sans anesthesia
So my nose is on the ground but my head is in the clouds
My shoulder is pressed against a vending machine
It's just a casual passive lean, but I wish for a deluge of candy bars
So I keep my mouth open in preparation
One day I will leave my umbrella home under lifeless clear skies
And remove the condom from my wallet before heading out
And that night, I will make love in the driving rain

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-16: Fucking Target

I want to implode myself
Demolish, crumble, rebuild
I arrange dynamite
And pray that I don't facilitate
The creation of an emotional strip mall
In place of the rich history contained
In the walls of the condemned structure
Photos featured on flyers petitioning beneath windshield wipers
"Save our history"
"All needn't perish in the quest for functionality"
Scrawled across a picket in my mind
I grip the sign with both hands
And rip it
Without noticing
That the perforated line leads
To an empty Target parking lot
That we once lent character to
Fortunately, I still have enough dynamite
All I need is a match

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-15: Somebody in a Smoking Jacket is Crying on the Inside

Partly my words, mostly a cut-up of sentences spoken at the Klang Gallery, which I arranged in a way that makes sense to me:


1

I don't understand the transfer of light
Is it the first step or the destination
The key to locations manipulated by place
Via photons
Sexless penguins and flightless amoeba
What reason is there to walk at all
When your full-on projects make a fair trade for wisdom
The happy trail upstairs opened the door
To the self-funding room with a view
Which begs the question:
What did you do with that beer?

2

Thai or Vietnamese are the only questions
Spending some time in a converted house
Your 55th convert
I was watching you last Friday
Your reflection in those eyes close at seven
When they leave, everything closes
I am the hole in the donut
Devoid of nourishment
I will be just as sweet when I'm buried

3

I'll be back here every other week
Until I am 300 pounds
of shed flesh and food combination
Hop inside for three of Mark's?
Yes, he said!
All this bacon banging in the wind tunnel
Is the outside just as crunchy?
I'm going

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-14: Obligatory

This is an obligatory poem
I made a commitment
to write one every day
Some things you do just to honor a promise
To yourself
So you feel better in retrospect

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-13: The Core

Rented room in my skull
My mind is a ball of rubber bands
Assembled by a child
With the strength of adult hands
I shoot ideas that leave
Small welts on your face
Mostly on your eyes and lips
And all points in between
You are surprised at the moments chosen
You know the tenacity of some children
When it comes to complication
As you dig deeper you find
A foil ball in the center
Wrapped around
The blind splendor
Of intentions

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-12: Mental Cleansing

"A good laugh or a good cry cleanse the mind"
So I've been told by the fortunate kind
Who possess far less jadedness than I
And it's for me to test, in serious jest
Whether their deep vision is blind
"If I announce to you
My intention to
Cleanse your mind with Windex,
You would laugh
But when I produce the blue cleaner
You'd change your demeanor
As I scrub the inside of your skull
Surely, you would then cry
And in the end your mind is cleansed...
But what truly cleansed your mind?
The laughter?
The crying?
The Windex?"

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-11: Positive Attitude

Rattling days lead to
Roaring ways as I wake
Upon the notice of gas powered birds
The sounds I hear at 6:12
Provide the white noise backdrop
Through a day of runny nose and stubbed toes
Paper cuts and blind spot dwellers
All to the syncopated beat of propellers
A white noise that makes those things
All the easier to forget about tomorrow

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-10: Monumental

The war is over and the eulogy is read
Beneath tides of clover, I dwell among the dead
And since inside of you I've died
You'll be sure my bones have dried
Before you arrange them into their new context
And remember our names are carved on every one
My incarnate form did fail you
But now no longer nailed to
The flesh of the past
My spirit is cast into a memorial pillar
Very phallic indeed announces its intention
Through persistence we dispense with all forms of pretense
If you exchange your eyes with mine, we'll realize our souls intertwine
And on the day you intersect with me, dead I will no longer be
Our monument slides easily into your valley of life
And through your cleansing clenching drenching screams of all forms of "Gloria!"
Transfer to stone all former strife
And perhaps lost in your state of euphoria
You swear the stone memorial just moved inside of you
This is that which monuments dream
To return to the mortal stream
To be no longer made of stone, to float
By your side and not once again
But in uninterrupted love that always mends

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-9: Road Radish

You must be a garnish
A radish recently in distress
Now a putrescent radish on hot sidewalk
Close to a fine restaurant
Your elaborately cut design muddled and brown
Folds of flesh intermingled unwillfully
We all know what sticking a fork in you
Or interviewing you between our teeth feels like
We've all been that hungry at some point
What would a perfect moment be
Without you there to remind us
That we know what it feels like

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-8: Nothing as it Appears, Everything That Is

There, there you'll find a vibrating string
Bound at the ends as they pull and release
Frantically trying to keep the same pitch
In a world in constant flux
The string struggles to remain
Vibrating words swollen shut with pride
Pride made possible by ineluctable changes
Changes the string vibrates against
Against change to maintain one tone
One tone of deconstructing om
Om that funnels life into a line
Lines for rationalization
Unrelenting death and decay
But here, here you'll find another string
A string acknowledging everything
Everything including the other string
That string of doubt, expectations and blame
But this string lets its pitch change
The pitch change disintegrates and discorporates blame
As conspicuously as the other string creaks and tightens,
His tones harmonize in the song of life
Reacting to compliment change
Then changing to compliment reactions
Reactions that have no end

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-7: Running Away With Both Legs This Time

Strolling the sexual bellows of town
High commerce correspondence while clutching their belongings
Attractive people featured under green and white awnings
But a cigarette is all I'm after
I enter, swinging ice water in a glass with a brown tint
I laugh with the smokers outside as I hint
At what I want, but my intentions are well known
Their body language closes, "Go buy a pack of your own"
Said without words, thought of without prompting
And while they don't fill this new emptiness created by you
Cigarettes give me something to look forward to
Gratification, with a little repulsion before it comes back
I just don't want to be tied down to an entire pack
Which I can afford, but not abide the side effects
Stinking up my car, introducing it to my friends
Eventually someone relents on one condition
That I walk away when the cigarette ends
I feel pathetic and slighted but I know
This is the first of many pathetic steps to go

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-6: One More Night

As I exit the orange stained street light
With a little pink in the hue
And consider where I must travel tonight
My innards squeeze to form a 'W'
At the first photon of the sunrise
I'll find a bus waiting
With doors ajar, to take me far,
Far away from this lost cause locale
But for just one more night
My heart will pump blood into these abandoned streets
For just one more night
The blood will dry and
My boots will kick the mud clumps into walls
For just one more night
I'll breathe the sand I can't see
And think not of another place to be
But of barely recognizable defunct stores
That strands of lights couldn't save
The inefficient vacuum that nature abhors
The years of my life I gave
Just one more night
Of jumping every time I hear a sound
From fear or hope that a solution was found
Then reminding myself of why I can not stay
And this part of me lives
For just one more night
Just one more night than I can say

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-5: Fire is on Your Couch

When I love with fire
And fire becomes complacent
And fire is on your couch
You are too busy sweeping soot
To cook or sit and eat
And sleeping next to heat
Does little to console
The burden of this role
And you're surrounded day and night
By more efficient sources of light
That are gentler to the touch
And these do not cost you much
These loves you may equally requite

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-4: Moment of Impact

I carry a love ball
I bounce it against a hate wall
For that split second of impact
The ball is consumed with hate
As I catch it on the way back
I wonder, does that split second dominate?
Stochastic tosses touch a truth
Is truth an average of moments?
Am I completely oblivious to
What my incessant tossing foments?

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-3 Drifting Apart

My comfort zone
My forgotten world
The melody to my rhythm
The tune stuck in my head
My frustrating puzzle
Long ago thought to be solved
But some pieces are missing
We look at one another through them
As though it were a wormhole
Gradually we realize it is not
There were just two puzzles in the same box
So as we drift apart
We gradually turn away
But I can still see you
Space and time
Were never our strong point, anyway

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-2: Magic Foot

Why should I let the hairs
on the top of my foot dictate
anything
Oh yeah, they weave between
the threads of my socks
Then each step almost pulls them out,
So I purchase socks with a higher thread-count
Fortified now, without an alibi, I walk
Foot hair no longer a factor
My ambitions climb
So my pace is faster
Foot hair not on my mind
The fine fabric massages my toes
A fan of friction, my Mercury rose
Forming pools of sweat beneath my arches
And static electricity like insects, marches
Marches as my hairs inter-tangle with my stride
So I speed up, as though this phase
Is merely the beginning of the trail I'll blaze
A quaint memory at most
And I continue patronizing this moment
"It'll make a great mantle-piece"
But soon, my static must find release
On these crowded streets, gunshots are heard
My feet glow, and people assume the position
I run at first, but I just become brighter
My only control is to ease my transition
Into a novelty life of public service

NAPOWRIMO Splatterings 4-1: Mice

Everybody has a defiantly intentional home for mice within themselves
If small holes appear in that chamber, we Spackle them shut with feed
We feel constantly compelled to subtly reveal
Indirectly that these chambers exist
With a series of clues
Droppings
Squeeks in silent moments
Silent moments so designed with one thing in mind
The challenge of maintaining a tent of self so that in time you know
Different levels of where my mice may be kept, so I may know yours