how was your day . . .?

institutionalized

 

revolutionized

 

industrialized

 

charismatic need

in the margins

 

bleeds the boy

crystallized

 

significantly

 

by the jester’s

commandments

 

materialized

 

and believed

 

as sad rust

 

whipping disgust

 

spilling spoils

of blasphemy

 

independent

conversation

 

demonized

 

by the mouth

 

from empty

 

glued together

skulls

 

i’ve had better

 

 

cigarettes

my lips

are blue

paint my

face

drain

my veins

remove

my gold

smoke

my bones

a feast

of my

ashes

is carried

by

born again

sparrows

laughing

in drag

in sorrow

to a field

of madness

planted

lurking

there

to bloom

with

dignity

justified

but crucified

happy and

trashed

pardon the

dust on

my crystal

fingers

this is

my joy

as a

prisoner

 

oh happy day

this is poverty

of deformed spirit

enjoy the banter

of forbidden fruit

the escort tourist

does his trade

on twisted trails

by empty streams

ignore the message

of advertised conceit

here comes the bride

a protected snake

of bittersweet wind

and powdered talcum

elite brittle bones

dipped in cream

cranky to strangers

blind to the catholic

the sun is melting

in an evening wound

the sky is surrounded

by ash and sprinkles

a fabulous feast

been had by all

 

dying daily

i sometimes

bleed

like

sunsets do

sometimes

i fall

first

before

i pick

myself up

breathe out

when i

should

breathe in

take it

when i

should’ve

left it

i kiss

angry lips

as well

as smiling

i burn

the flag

and salute

the troops

sing

with dylan

but only

one note

some

i can’t

remember

others

i can’t

forget

tomorrow’s

another day

i’m ok

with that

Jessi Colter The Canyon

Promoting Holt County

Thank you Nancy and Rudy for sharing this video of Holt County where I grew up.

 

the sacrament of joy

i have hated

without reason.

starved when

the ancient

fed me the future.

sacrificed love

for self pity,

danced to silence

and prayed to

paranoid gods.

 

i have mended

the unbroken.

wept tears for

a stroke

of luck,

good or bad.

i have mistaken

pain for slumber,

satisfied thirst

with sand.

 

i caressed the

hourglass

for the sake

of time.

i have created

disappointments

to quell happiness

of my heart.

rode the wind

to be wise.

 

the chimes sing

as howling magic

through crooked ears.

i have been healed

by static weather.

a fugitive

unrepentant.

suspicious of the

garden blooming,

my fingers taste.

 

i crawl through

the highlands,

crippled with stones.

i am hooked

on the orbit,

circling the sun.

in my own secrets,

i dwell there.

the trinity is

locked away there.

 

i am within unashamed.

my costume is

my revealing words.

i sanitize my alphabet.

i color my shadows,

as a sacrament.

the moral of my

masterpiece bloats,

murder is joy.

making love to him (explicit)

this is a explicit homoerotic poem that some may find offensive and shouldn’t read.

turn down

the covers

of our

baptized bed

open wide

the shades

let the sun

shine on

your cock

i  watch

naked

the shadow

grows

across

your skin

nipples stare

at me

like

chocolate eyes

i will

touch

hairless

balls

and lick

away the

lavendar

till you fall

into my

mouth

like a

soldier

raising

a latex

flag

we enter

into no

secrets

so i

crawl

over

flesh

to your

mouth

and kiss

you with

a private

thought

and your

lips flow

over my

tongue

your ass

falls to

my hands

the sun

will be

gone

when i

breathe

again

your belly

heaves

you whisper

fuck me

the pasley

pillow

hides your

smile

i am

tattooed

with

my lust

raw, rigid

the cardinal

sings

hymns of

praise

my flesh

is now

yours

to drink

we are

gods

in the

smoke

of incense

our religion

rises like

a fountain

i slip in

like a

thief

that you

enjoy

with tears

of cream

worthy

of tasting

my desire

creeps

against

gravity

my ears

bleed

spinning

you are

now me

in my hand

i taste you

i am now

you

my buddha death

i burst in oxygen
with each breath
there is no concrete
or steel, no sand
or magic trees
with seed or fruit
i step on the sky
that rains holy water
my thoughts cease
no words interrupt
my eyes roll black
from my cold fists
should i be naked
each erotic touch
melts into my skin
salt of a dry sea
sucks the poison
from behind lips
on my dancing tongue
i will sleep no more
my lust will sleep
in a blue satisfaction
always, always blue
there are no sparrows
to carry me over this
i’m not enlightened yet
there is no falling
no weeping, no smiling
my heart skips over
all my loves broken
i refrain touching
my healed wounds
i would live again
not lacking desire
of my wickedness
to see blood flow
my sparkling fluid
the calendar turned
no more it turns
no dusks, no dawns
frightened by the sun
or a crescent moon
i wander forward
to my next breath

letting go . . .

walk to my fattened face,

and speak to me like rain.

let words flow in my mouth,

to circle in a crippled vein.

 

my ears have heard a hawk,

fall from the broken sky.

diseased from shinning sea,

dripping from an evil eye.

 

no seed spilled on the path,

as a sacrifice of my joy.

so which god’s will be done,

who drowns beside the koi.

 

dominate the callused slave,

that weeps within my heart.

at the edge of broken hate,

a humanistic soiled art.

 

my belly rolls in smoke,

i’m convicted on the run.

i confess to swallowing,

under shade of a salty sun.

 

my hands were not harnessed,

to the pony i ride away.

to simple was the raven’s song,

to ever make me stay.