Sky Words Original Poems Songs Journal by impressari0

Poems Under the Dome this friday

7th Annual
Poems Under the Dome
April 27, 2012 5:30-8:00 p.m.
San Francisco City Hall
#1 Dr. Carlton B. Goodlett Place, SF CA 
FREE! Everyone is welcome!
Primary Host is Diamond Dave Whitaker

Read a poem under the dome at San Francisco City Hall!

more info: poemdome.net

you and me — we’re on a first name basis

the shadow of the vineyard
and those that labored in her true
lines and levels
dirt and tendrils
imbibed. surprised. patience oak cask task

writing in a language - challenge understand
already recorded, index, keyword points of light
scraping + squeezing; leveraged assets
                                   fiction jazz pants

all for some faceplate; marquee brand delusion
but ohhhhh the feelings - leathered descent
                                      driving!    dealing!

as long as you’re up the beat
they goad you, the game so, but
you and me — we’re on a first name basis
designer transit skirt
         hiked steep hills
               falling in heels steep
                   all turn
                      around

so beautiful holding tender heart beat
so beautiful,       echo       echo
so many beauties; proper pedals
took my cup round, while she doled
                                  out ones and….

i bow my head in prayer, scribe asana
and uru ulla true arrive, jete granda

Real As Dusk

Tender like moonlight

fleeting are reflections

Most Nearly Naked

Ok, so i left, in a huff, gruff
and yeah i drank wine, sunshine
and there was a grump, heffalump

then the sun rose again
any skin had to thin, nude suntan
kayak jim waved at a clip — ignored it

read the book honey limbed
oh and i reclined, let sun soak in
right there was a row, nearly naked you know
rushing prajna round circuitous wild flow

and then bike ride flush
and birds spring thrush
all the beauties surrended to thee
thrice singing roundelay jubilee
cleric cherries crisp tongue delicate
served by a maid dedicated to chocolate

Whims and Wonders

there is a man who looks over shoulder
your every move just makes him bolder
there is a woman with schemes devise
wraps him in leather, snake black eyes

all the whims and wonders of this world
fall at the feet of the blessed girl
who wends walks wears a cloak of blood
tried to leap, fell hard, rolled in mud

crazy staring spy game gripper
wants to be cool, hand stuck in zipper
rallies his guns for the next conquest
doesn’t believe in god or divine Dess

drops a bag, utters a whoops
frothing crying grandma toots
rides her boy like a jockey from hell
beats him senseless when he threatens to tell

yeah you’re under some evil strain
they keep pressin’ till you feel only pain
then when under pressure you crack
bargain for illusions contract

Rusty Cages

catch you round the bend
flip time, I had to eat yo-mo
in a fury, all is slo-mo
grey lattice crossing nectar shores

then in a field: everlasting
wine, sweet and tart: relaxing
vigor or a tone: enhancing
the well, dank water: rising

tables and charts and means and ways
all the petty criminals are paid
here we sit: two scribe two nights
outside corner, major domo, blurred sights

Shut up - i’m just getting started
your little no nothin’ has been pardoned
i didn’t hoe, but she grows, a garden
feeling green, fell between, Shoshanna

in the middle of all her thoughts for her pleasure
i spied, amazed, a master of strings
Jerked, Hook victim, is impelled
to recite every trick charlatans sell

i could bore you with the modulations of tone
and which ones settle deep: Muscle. Bone.
i could fear ya bout those that hunt kin
feeble steel, still a lion, can cage in

rust becomes a cage for a lion
who triumphs by means of spiritus rising
that lion is more noble then the circus goon
or the animals who pay to enter that tomb

slave and master turning around
a karmic wheels mud, illusion bound
cry of a baby: a new body soul enters
pray to forget, debts, big game adventures

it is a game, a ruse, an illegal bond
that causes a free man to take up bounds
become chains, of patterns, of mode
fluid forming, frightened tightening
timid becomes titan becomes tyrant
deposed, exposed…

thrown laugh silent

Stares Helen

Duck - he’s wounded
comin’ at ya
tonal kaleidoscope
up periscope
nimble running feet
constancy of affection sweet
takes a lot of liquid this scribe to employ


sip by sip we grow in turn
the ego staked tethered worm
who lacking a more humble perspective
tried every hole in marble reflected


educated worm — museum employed
stares for hours — at Helen of Troy

shin guards

que the violins
shin guards
plates piled rind fermentia
fumble on sound man, open mic electra
sprack, clank, quack
rattle hustle foot grease grind

don’t look back she said elegant
its a quick round the mulberry bush decadent
que the violins, que the ducks; bread circus
ten tiger rhymed nerves; furious

o.m.g. you’re making me blush
wine comes on ineffable rush
kissing girls sky tumble coaxin’
cats tail tip switched brisk believin’

fade to applause

Universal Beggars recording

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Universal Beggars by tidalme

Nightengale Audio

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Nightengale by tidalme

One Little Slip

i wanted to tell you some paranoid visions
about slaves and masters and perverted conditions
that man unkind has conditioned the knell
from where that first blow memory befell

one little slip and you are covered in mud
some stains linger longer then vermins blood
as the stain soaks your skin you begin to believe
every kind of cancer bored demons retrieve

so now you are mottled and beset with strings
really your ideals - well they meant nothing
or ideals as experiments - stored in a jar
closeted. compartmentalized. isolated. superstar.