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sunder the self

Posted in best of GJK, New Poems, poems, poems 2017 with tags , , , , , , on May 25, 2017 by GJK

under duress

utter chaos

obscures the light

blunder and shame

sunder the self

with wretched blight

desire’s dark lie

requires assent

grimly withheld

reviled and shunned

desire withers

hope is beheld

GJK

23MAY17

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haiku (11MAY17)

Posted in best of GJK, haiku, poems 2017, taoist, zen with tags , , , , , , on May 11, 2017 by GJK

vivid stained-glass pales,

sun saps slight, frail pigments – HA!

vitality fails.

GJK

11MAY17

habit and rancor

Posted in best of GJK, for Calvin Grandaw, for Jingle et. al., humor, New Poems, no-mad poets, poems, poems 2017, prose, taoist, zen with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2017 by GJK

GJK, 16MAR2017

from WRIGHT THE BOOK

habit and rancor’

hello, predictable. hello, habit. hello shitty diner coffee

that i do so love with every fiber of my mortal being, every mote

of the ephemeral essence that is not me, yet, in truth, is entirely

me and you and every living thing that ever was and ever will be (which means nothing because time is a fiction) and because, as we have learned and understood for eternity — time is not real.

conversely, timelessness is also not real. confusion enters

the mind and sugar is stirred into the ‘brackish black liquid’

and down my gullet it goes and once again i proclaim:

Sentence structure be damned to the deepest bowels

of the most foul, vile and wicked lake of fire

that sentience itself has ever imagined within

the rancorous confines of earthly existence!

YAWP! grammar, to hell with thee! freedom, expression, caffeine! exaltation and liberty!

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ignoring all

Posted in best of GJK, New Poems, no-mad poets, poems, poems 2017, taoist, zen with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2017 by GJK

i sit contentedly ignoring all that surrounds

and focus only upon the internal realm

of consciousness in all its infinite, formless

and unknowable grandeur.  i am beauty and ugliness,

i am order and entropy, i am all

and i am nothing.

i laugh aloud and startle my neighbors in this common room

of this public house.  i alight from my overstuffed chair

and exit abruptly to smoke that cigarette

that awaits me in the shotgun seat of my own truck

and damn it is wonderful.

the sun shines on the smoke

and i disappear

completely.

GJK

9MAR17

torment

Posted in best of GJK, New Poems, poems 2014 with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 3, 2014 by GJK

thirst

plagues me

torments my calm

ruins peace of mind

tremendous desire pervades my bones

razor blades lacerate my milky eyes

brain stem throbs like a withered root

all i want is one more intoxicated moment

all i want is one more ecstatic cresting wave

all i want is the beauty of fervent feeling forever

thirst runs rampant in my desolate brain like frantic fevered vermin

lust for drunkenness writhes through brambles of consciousness from dawn to dusk

moonlight has lost its luster and coyote howls have become screams of demons

i am split asunder by the thundering blade of clarity that exposes my weakness

i shudder under the weight of the knowledge of time and its passionless lethal grip

my ability to love is hamstrung by the discord that rages within my bleak denuded soul

i feel forsaken and lost as i am set adrift on an ocean of sobriety without sails

i ache for tranquility and lightness of being but i am severed from this peace by ubiquitous need

GJK

3DEC14

ashes

Posted in best of GJK, poems, poems 2006 with tags , , , , , on October 6, 2014 by GJK

poems are time-travelling mirrors.

poems by GJK

 

i am sedate

head lolled to side.

eyelids droop

in spite of coffee-energy

that seeps into capillaries.

elbows planted on table

shoulders hunched

i am dazed.

i imagine myself

a malformed angel-thing,

i stare into the ashes

of the past hour.

 

 

GJK

11NOV06

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corpses, radiation, vessels

Posted in best of GJK, poems, poems 2010 with tags , , , , , , , on October 6, 2014 by GJK

reviewing my work led me to this. i had forgotten that i wrote it.

poems by GJK

 

William Blake is dead

his papery skull lurks in a cobwebbed corner

the Beats and their Buddha

rest in pulpy boats atop stacks

of copies of poems, bodies in boats

that float beyond ideas

hundreds of other tree-skinned volumes

with notable names on their spines

line shelves from floor to floor above,

ceiling is floor of sky

the TV shows cartoons in motion

and speaks funnily about anything

tea cup is empty

 

 

GJK

28JUL10

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