April 2011
27 posts
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It'll All Come Out In The Wash
On a long, drawn out Sunday… The Devil, he beat his wife.
Her shrieks poured down, painting the panes of Mays Hall from first flame struck of His morning’s lulled light;
And for the audacity of day, Satan pelted her shine until shone was equaled to the grace of her cries.
The Georgia air swelled, sweltering tense heat to rise off the concrete an enigmatic haze, as he whipped and he whipped,...
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One More Minus...
eight steel blades, they weigh around me. blind, i wait for wised enshrouding but loudly wind wails as skies realize reverse. a vested vertiginous ails me worse! for all their book defines. my mind is ripped, split down spine to rind of sinus, column summed to one more minus, one more minus, one more minus… lain domain to day, she souls me supp, but finite knight am i, the reluctant cup: green’d...
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most of my messages are people asking for a follow back. while i do apologize for the mixup, i chose to not to make my main blog my poetry blog intentionally. therefore, for “thebillsvillebad” to follow you is quite an impossibility. however, if you do happen to discover my primary, if not obscure, blog and you...
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Looks Like Rain
a grey day knows more about me than a blue sky ever could.
cast in clouds overhead maintaining a look so subject to change and seen as so solemn,
heads hang.
—and they hate that i wish only to drip this my nectar,
a strange fruit,
but the cries came from roots say my lies are closest to our truth.
i only brighten for the warmth, but not for my own,
peaked through a patch to let these...
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My Beautiful Cock
my ineffable cock is loved
and feared, roostering its conquered lands.
daunting strong, and gentle too,
two shades
from off
my tan.
my beautiful brown magnificent cock, with my sly’d-by dreamy stare,
is tinged palm pink ‘round frowned crown bell,
so no, no turtle shell.
yes,
my insightful cock,
slung low-dipped from hips
is kept hid ‘cept when to whisp purrs from gasped words grasped...
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Slices of Harvati
just past noon thirty,
overcast skies traveled with me east.
a sadness waited
as i watched the storm carry from 10th & Morrison
to 52nd & Powell.
translucent tarot cards read my path as i walked, weeping two step before me pulped
and gulped down,
but dropped not one onto dred crown.
i turned from Division,
though my soles still got wet,
and she hasn’t yet learned me to...
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Death to Expectations
death to expectations. they’re killing my compassion.
it’s not a contest, but i might dare
to win whose scars bled the most.
i’ll see you all in hell burning,
wishing i was there.
a toast, to bearing the torch.
star-crossed love isn’t all it’s made to be,
so i couldn’t tell if you couldn’t care
and it’s wearing on me, heavy on the stress.
this, it’s the only avenue i know to protect...
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Telarañas
i love the way mornings say your name—
so delicate.
so sweet.
mi telarañita—
an americano, hot. two expresso shots, 4 circles of honey and soy milk, to the top. i know,
so
sleep.
sleep warm with an earthed triangle smirk, side-pulled by your moon and my tide.
a sneaky kiss for a sleepy smile.
stay the way, the way you are,
and i’ll be back with coffee.
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Pull Over
when you’re rusted out but don’t squeak,
there’s no grease.
just
more work.
the widening fractures are never noted. struggling gasps, never noticed.
so, we roll on.
for what reason,
would anybody look close?
life will travel, things seemingly fine until at that most inconvenient of times,
you’re exposed to the wayside of the road
inspected for expected integrity to know
that
which was...
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The Drugs Don't Work
how would today feel yesterday?
i can’t feel it in my heart.
from the start i felt the heat wain and the stain i managed to piss out
had finally been cleaned.
would a scholar wish for ignorant bliss?
but a mean dirty bitch is comeuppance,
miss—
this my misery
festered, repressed, burned through the sleeve,
clean through skin and bone,
clean through me.
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Letting Go
sensitivity is not my issue.
rather, i’m too sentimental.
i drove it like i owned it, come to find it was a rental.
mental for the way i’ve kept my keep.
letters, presents, clothing,
loathing in rat pack tendencies.
guess i gotta reap now, reap
‘cause it won’t be coming with me.
and it would figure,
i won’t know how to end this poem
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Confession 9
when i think about and i do, from time to time everything i was buster brown and everything i am, a thorn in uncle sam then remembered and i do from time to time everything you were an abbey, my lost shrine and now everything you are; immersed in your race, my shooting star it’s so clear i speak soft, use devil’s club that you’ve always...
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No. 51
when you finally closed your eyes,
there was that same
pained expression like agony in a silent movie.
except in our film, the actress smiles…
and you do.
as if— after you clothed me, fed me
read me your language, hips danced for me your people’s word
—i wouldn’t want to be directed to dine
greatness observed prolific potent elixir benevolent,
unseeded secreted milk honey syrup.
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Take Me With You
all i ever hear is “get money til you die.”
…and i know money, it can’t buy my happiness but it sure can get me high.
quick to get my fix, and fix my problems quick. nothing never wanting, but always haunting that dream
as if i died.
and i know whose conscience my transgressions rest on, this mission incomplete.
but whose mirror does failure ‘flect on?
acid sugar in my mind’s fried tea.
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Because
they ask me why i do it, musn’t i be numb? strummed a note too low to moan,
heard only by the dogs.
and i am, but i love it.
flying so-lo and so close to the below, if i let my wheels down
to skim strait the hell of tempt, i would crash.
fatal flaw of my own design, out of my mind and flying fast
until day is dusk and life is ash.
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Miss Molasses
it’s no surprise they call her crazy. do you know how she was made?
they grow the cane to slice it down, machete’d from roots and seed knifed out.
vaccinated for their diseases, pressured and pistoned through their industry system, juiced and pulp filtered into a boiling vat.
caged above a raged fire, remains slowly melding into their cast before capped and sat on the shelf.
still fluid,...
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Stop Light
a squint into first light after an eternity of morose, driving with a digital clock constantly lying to me on purpose- for none, I believe, that near to this fatal juncture, for even a stingy moment could let me dream that I was there. my own unclean hands uncared, running my crazy locks, sockets stared streaming towards red gleam lost to the suns flare in the intersection of this dive...
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You Must Know Me
you must know me well.
like memory of a dream, i remember you waking for work;
the early sun sifting through the blinds, creeping up the comforter. you turned them up before you showered; so i slept.
when i woke again, for a moment, i saw you vulnerable as you dressed.
you felt my half-lidded gaze enough to let me stare.
no words in language to describe how i felt. without looking you asked...
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On My Mind
thoughts of this man this woman could only suppose
assuming never my mind on her smile but the asses and titties of ratchet ass hoes
and maybe…
but thinkin of you is my favorite event:
smile, shape, smell, the taste of your lips
but yeah (i’m a man) so your ass and tattys too
so while my mind spends time stuck,
another girl is mad at “that ratchet ass hoe”
…meaning you
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The Real
i know the fantasy is safe but trust, to someone who has lifted the veil from the facade, no game is worth the reality of oasis turned mirage.
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Glazed
she said, “warm glazed donuts taste like hugs.”
really she wished hugs tasted like warm glazed donuts.
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Backhanded Compliment
sweet slight crept robbing out your lips with foulest of intent, primped with the stench of you.
perfumed just right, said too nice: passive-aggressive and assumed.
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Easy Writer
not for competition or game, but some days i need to run
not for gain, fame or like Prefontaine nor to the sound of your starter’s gun
i guess i was born this way, with feet that start to idle and a loaded “fuck you” behind every single smile
too big a fish for That small pond so i find i fly bi-coastal every time a problem comes along and nope, not just yet to really whippin it
but even in...
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Mixed Signals
it’s been a minute since i meant it so, “i love you,” before i don’t
take it, hold it or throw it away
save it for a rainy day when i’m claimed, clutched in my brooding way
but if you don’t want it then, i won’t
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Gin & Tonic
dark, as in the other side of the bar, she drinks like her gin and tonic.
fawned, healing in those mountain mist windows, curled thick as cryptic smoke, trapped behind in the burning building.
i won’t mind trading a laugh for the warmth of affection from this indifferent clown.
woven hedonistic, this sensitive spigot to seed my soul soul so sold with thin, wetted lips,
every pulse of...
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No. 34
i’m trying extra hard not to toy with your heart but i’m a curious cat and it’s so clearly made of yarn