Spelunking

one thousand statements on the breath of discernment
false of their very own accord.
love built upon preverications
in a neighborhood we can't afford.

see... I done been drinkin', baby.

All I know is that I'll never resort to explaining myself
as long as I can still make a fist and surmise
that you can still make excuses
for those pretty little brusies around your eyes.

Say something 'bout trippin'
or a baseball gone astray,
because we all know makeup sex is so good
when you have to lie to the neighbors the next day.

RM 11/28/05

to whom this belle told

we're perfect for each other.

your timid beauty,
and my rugged calm.

your frail demeanor.
carressed by my open palm.

We can feed off one another,
doing this domestic dance
kids with a passing glance
as daddy hits mommy at the dinner table.

but you'll never leave me
even though you oughtta
our entire life composes
some bitter sweet sonata,
and in the fading twilight
the final verse will chime:

"you take the gun,
I'll take the whiskey,
and we'll end this thing one
shot
at a time."

and so ends a symphony of such sadness.
although, I might be wrong to say it.
a child, witness to such madness
just might write the next movement.

and so on and so fourth.

information, super high, buey.

And that's how I'll define us.

a rooftop romance
impromptu bathroom stall ceremony
hot tub honeymoon
corvette consumation. (the backseat blues)

love like a phone modem
fuck like DSL.

it's love in the fast lane
and I'm beginning to stall
you don't seem to care at all.

our love was a cool silver spoon,
now it's bent at the handle
charred black at the head.

this stuff we've been cookin'
ain't no good for us baby
I die a lil' more with each skin pop

but I can't stop.

see... I'm a junky, and our love is my heroin,
what can i say?
Keep tryin' to quit but

it's all in vein.

A Temperate Jedi

lets build this love
out of paper mache

boredom will give us
a reason to stay

build it all up to watch it all fall

never really cared, so I guess it's okay.

lets make some love
in this house of cards

lukewarm ballad sung by
indifferent bards

two stained glass hearts, both broken before

feigning a feeling to tiptoe through the shards.

because he can't get it up and
she's too tired to care.

This poem was only good the first nine hundred and ninety nine times I read it

a thousand airplanes over
a thousand clouds,
covering the earth like
a thousand muslim women wearing
a thousand soft white shrouds.

a thousand airports in
a thousand cities,
hustling and bustling like
a thousand bloody pirates singing
a thousand dated ditties.

a thousand rebels seek
a thousand glories,
fighting for justice like
a thousand stronger heroes in
a thousand ancient stories.

a thousand phony chuckles for
a thousand lame ass jokes,
forced and ingenuine like
a thousand suck up friends for
a thousand fake ass folks.

a thousand marching armies blast
a thousand infant reveilles
loud and intense like
a thousand scornful spouses in
a thousand infidelities.

and still the world moves on
with infinite possibilities
seemingly endless like
a thousand pointless poems with
a thousand senseless similes.

WD - 1/25/06 1:09am

First Post

So, here we are at the obligatory first post. I tried using this to communicate the happenings in my daily life, but I decided that LiveJournal was best suited for that. So, instead I'm going to use this as my portal to the web for my writing. I'm working on a story right now, and I write poems with some frequency.

Enjoy.

-William Deschain