Nonsense

A drop of water in a pond
Turned the whole thing into a

Vexed ocean fit for a Michael Bay adaptation of a

Jules Verne novel

Each ripple a new pretty ugly

Me

Where are the damn royalties.

Quel poesie

Mi amor pizza j’adore

Come si dice

The difference between free verse and free style and the air when

The truth comes busting out as if it’s significant

It’s not a heart of pretense but

Lavender and sage, bled words and word play

It’s just

Lost in the matrix of a land unjaded

Because everything else got jaded and

I learned language

At the age when growing up meant getting fucked

up and over for the sake of

experience

And I tried but the only solace I found was in the experience of relinquishing it

And god fuck I relinquished it

So

You couldn’t tell from a glance but baby bebe bambina

I’m angry at the way I –

I see it all now

Pon de motherfucking replay

16 again realizing fantasy is a fallacy

Mixing my brains into brain stew for the

Sad drummer in the drumline

Sad dancer with the wide smile

Dumb bitch in carmine

Click-clack, a clock keeping time

Automatic transmission with a manual overdrive

And I just let it

Just let it all

From the top to the bottom

Dominoes

Everything was dominoes

I couldn’t help but dance around it

And there they went

And I watched as they fell in a pattern I couldn’t recognize until now

Hedge maze in a bright blaze

Always stepping too late

To hold that last domino

Against the weight of the ivory and the blood that was spilled to put them all in place

A violent dance with myself

Stepping too late, always stepping too late

I make myself laugh when I step too late

In a dark room

And I’ve always been feeling my way towards the end of the line and the

Sacrifices for the accusation of a crime

Giles Corey in Wonderland

There the fuck I go again

Velocity-inspired Bible-based hellfire

Dominos click-clack like that clock keeping time

On a bomb set to detonate whenever my legs give out and my weak arms expire

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Torrid

Lips

Soft as lilies

Plucked from a chilled lake

On the outskirts of a burning city

Hands

Fit me like gloves

Tailored and God-made

As we fall into us

A little death saves us from the degradation of life

In your hands I die, and die, and die

Come up and undone

Inside

I watch you die, and die, and die

Messy, sweaty suicide

Kickstarts a breath and a sophic smile

Nothing. Nothing but this.

Hold my hand and let’s fall into it

Again

Tulips from the outskirts of a city on fire

Pure on my lips

Pure as every burning morning

Verse for the Expelled

The last thing they told me was that they were slipping through the cracks

Every fuck you was a slap that turned a backwards heads right back and right back

Lord

Those babies 

Exorcists, they’re all exorcists 

Screaming at the demon inside the details, like a child in a bind

And, like a daddy with a switch, the demon keeps screaming right back

The last thing they told us was that they were slipping through the cracks

And nothing high brow could ever be that sacred

On the way to hell they clawed my hands and made me promise

As the cracks widened and the chasm got hungrier 

To keep holding on

And they scratched at the bit 

Restless for recess

Scratched my eyes and my mouth

Drawing blood to prove I was real 

Not a ghost like the ones they crawled out of –

Born of a ghost

Damned to the ground.

My makers keep me chained to heaven.

And their makers are underground.

Circadian rhythm for social pessimism.

Else I’d make that promise and follow those babies down.

 

The Wanting

Darling please believe me
I have tried to understand
What was or what wasn’t
What I could demand
I touch of tenderness
An opening of hearts
The light behind the shadows
A brand new start
But I have got to know
Can you tell me please?
Have you ever been the fool
Down on your knees just like me?
Talk to me talk to me
Fill me with your words
And I’ll forgive your hunger
If you’ll relieve my thirst
But I have got to know
Can you tell me please?
Have you ever been the fool
Down on your knees just like me?

****(written by J. Schaerer)

*****performed by A. Schaerer and penandprism

The Wanting – Full Song

The Wanting – Long Version

Suzanne

I watch the wheel in your hand as we drive north
Dust in the air, your chest straight and high
How’d you come to be 80 miles from Valdosta?
I am sitting here, and we are nowhere
The martyrs are never there until they’re gone
I think as your hair unravels in the air
Was it ripped, or natural
40 miles to Valdosta
The car is moving but I can’t see you there
You’re always going and they’re never coming
Two score 10 and 4 heart beat beat drumming
Drawn and quartered for the last time
Suzanne, break free and start running

Suzanne – Full Song

Candy Colored Horse

Inverted candy colored horse
Bareback rider
Twisted flame hooves
Mastering the battery
Trotting of the cavalry
Baby didn’t come today so mommy is a beauty queen
Her chariot is never spent
Why?
Because she loves the shit
She loves the rush, the obtuse spine
“For $12.99 I called you mine”
Get back on the saddle?
No
Hit the light before you go
Bleeding heart, bloody show
Plastic never moved too slow
Aloneness never hurt so good

Candy Colored Horse – Full Song

Rise

There’s a fire screaming through the trees,

I watched her grow from a small flame to,

A raging beauty,

Against the frost of a damp southern morning,

Scaling the prison bars of these grounded things,

Leave them behind,

She transcends and there she lies,

Naked, burning in the sky.

Two Hands

Still life in grayscale

Handheld –

Walking through the threshold of a future memory

Reaching –

Your world slipped away

And fell on me

End Over End

Black crosses cross’d the white linens of the unlit master

Bedroom

In a pastel four bedroom house on a picket fence-lined street.

Sundays shrink to Mondays and the black turns to grey and then

Grey to white and then nightfall and indistinction. And then

Back.

A boy and girl approach and a hand at the doorknob is drawn sharply back

As a glass of white zinfandel tumbles

End over end.

The dog has no conception but he scratches at the door,

Sniffing at his intuition.

Tastier than the used feminine pads in the beach themed shared bathroom across the

Hardwood –

More savory than the stained boxers in the boy’s dirty clothes hamper.

When they come home early they find Daddy in front of the computer,

Shaking.

And when they come home late they find an elephant cooking dinner,

But hands away.