what is poep
stream of consciousness
writing exercise
wednesday, 24, may, 2017
a lean time
forsaken lust
i've forgotten
how to cope
today lists
tomorrow hopes
jungle apathy
lying in wait
wanton creeps
deciding naught
juxtaposed listen
i will tell you
i have everything
i have nothing
i am lying
telling to truth
tight white shirt
bound collar
striped tie
gold death
give me a desert
give me a stream
give me a mountain
let me believe
i am nothing
i am naught
every liar
will get caught
fret my love
sick as blood
teams of doves
droves of hugs
bound corrosive
letting off steam
goats on the left
sheep to believe
truth
truth
lies
truth
i looked down at the body
it was bruised and bloated
yellow purple spots lumpy
where the hypocrisy slumped
truthers and haters
and little boys hate Jesus
when their uncle rapes them
but Christ loves them anyway
do you seem to drown
in a lifeboat all your own
do the waves take you
does the sea shake you
i am not my own
i am bought with a price
i am the bride of
the Lord Jesus Christ
together listen
killing you means nothing
you were judged to be guilty
and i do my job with patience
the glistening dew
butterflies steal nectar
i am the spider
i wait i wait i wait
morning has come
like the lord to the manor
servants and workers shake
for the work is not ready
beeping and chirping
the old jeep rumbled
up into the forest
full of bibles and medicine
and i woke from the dream
with shaking and sheets
stained from withholding
for the monthly coming came
forlorn and alone
on the mountaintop
you left me for him
you left me for good
ice cream cake and candles
a stained photograph
i remember being sick
sugar coma of cheer
an empty refrigerator
a bounced check
the trouble at school
the heart of regret
jumping out jumping in
lingering not wanting
to tell you anything about me
that would give you reason
i strive the mean stream
get bet a hard start
string things with deep peeps
heart chart my real deal
what is poep
said the class
jelly sat in the corner
dunce cap quavering
hunter hunting
the hunters hunt
prey is praying
the penitent prayer
shaken broken
pining trying
listen chasten
roofers trouble
i told her no
i told her again
again and again
pools of blood now
like the only time
like the first time
like one time
like never
i write nothing
i write nothing
i write because
i have to write
there is a lot on my head
my mind is full of ideas
but where do they go if i quit
the practice of remembering
poep poep i don't know
take a tiger by it's toe
tiger, tiger burning slow
holy holy is the Lord
rub it in
friend
take my
sin
but there were only dreams
that were worth remembering
and the three that have just left
tease the fourth with whips
i am not alone
i am never alone
there is always with me
the moon, sun, and wind
and i cannot willnot shallnot
become more than what i am
for in the am that i am is within
whatever scope of dreams that is
and yet she persisted
there were only two blades
the one in her hand
and the one in her side
the lemon
the lemon
the lemon
is a lie
the old man stirs the batter
pouring it out with care
it is time to make the pitas
his daughter will soon be there
i save the document so carefully
i do not want to lose the poetry
and yet it is a created thing
how can it ever become lost now
he drained the bathtub with regret
it was cold now. the soap was stale
the air was crisp. needle sharp.
the blood and water flowed... soon
awful tasting creeping nausea
hearing loss and the slow tilt
the world was on end
he vomited in bed again
there was no one else in the room
the flies circled around
he could tell she was lonely
by her petulant pencil tapping
they came into the prairie
two by two with blankets
on chestnut draw horses
it was time for the great choosing
she looked into the tree
and it stared back at her
she never spoke of it again
to anyone ever
doing by day
trying by night
we have fretful plans
no one is our guide
the arm hair stood up
the neck was chilled
the pen moved my itself
their camera was on
agag's head rolled to his feet
picking it up, he noticed the sneer
the bleating of sheep
still off in the distance
his ring and his cloak
were in her hands
she was the whore
he had met last week
hezekiah moved his lips
gad and nathan weren't there
it was growing late but
the sun moved anyway
what will it take
to get you to leave
i am tired of advances
i just need to sleep
timmy and alura
and all of the kids
we made our bed
she left me alone
the most planning we could do
would not stop me from plastering
all of those fliers around downtown
kim and pj were so mad at me
purple sweaty bangs dripped
weathered beaten hands dipped
cigarette smoke and drugs slipped
my heart broken, my life ripped
i alone will take you
i alone will make you
you alone will fake me
you alone will rape me
for if ever i kept subject
to the things that you offer
reasons come destitute
plying their wares asundried
up jumps the sun
down splashes moon
the garden of the ocean
the playful happy sea
red and spiny thoughtless love
june was the day that i kept hope
alive and spring fed
harpies circle above me
