Abyss to This

Ascending the abyss.

Peering into blinding darkness

dearly departed, vacated.

Hover over a home

hardly hospitable

but accepted me

albeit nevertheless

despite X although Y

however begrudgingly.

Till the day I could

scale a height unknown

Climbing up

however fast, however slow

was the only way to know

how high the exit.

 

Swinging arm and kickback

from the blown kiss, which

descended down the decadent

space and destroyed it. A burst.

Of light shining in shape of star.

Small then amorphous eruption.

A tunnel sprouted

illumination as blinding

as predecessor. Glowed

with force of spotlight

and declined to a glimmer.

 

Diving to where?

The brim should have been.

On all fours expecting

to look into, yell

calls to comrades.

Consolation came

as inhabitants emerged

with an aura of apology

The coziness of sympathy

surrounded me. Mourned

with tears in winds. A puddle

adorned with reflections of storms

intertwined with my eyes.

 

Sat up then stood up

looked around

directions abound

Encircled. My fate.

A quiver at the center of a compass.

In this new world move

with volition or Screenwriter’s vision.

Unexplained attraction it seems

from a distance. Unsure when

if ever I’ll impose my will.

Moving with the purpose

of products in assembly.

Precisely I cannot

convey the way

the way it belt.

Something like

moving toward a meeting with a magnet.

They Are Among Us

Itch to do her, like homework amid class

Best branch on bank, I’m an eager beaver

When she gets up, a chance to see her ass

Roll out of bed assuming I’ll see her

 

Combusting with confessions, lust stretches

We speak, I converse like I’m not perverse

Tonight I’ll conceive more, your nude sketches

A thought of her precipitates each jerk

 

Contemplate being the source of pleasure

Just by being and allowing seeing

Image of yours used to fend off stressors

That, you cannot fathom, yet engender

 

List all who you knew and orgasmed to

But never once fucked, they had not a clue

The Cube

Inside…reside inside…

 

…inside the dominion

of six slabs composed

of imposing concrete

The two opposite each other

inch incrementally

Wish they would

grow apart

but no

 

A chain attached to each

Well within

reach but why

would I, the date

they meet

expedite?

 

Seemingly sporadically

the slugs sprint

Halt

then resume

sluggardly

 

There was

a time or two

ground gained rapidly

impending doom

I was helpless

I am helpless

Inside the cube

A Morning

The tiles on the floor

when I drop

snacks become

a table.

 

Some random rule about

seconds

Dive across, lunge

scoop and pop

the oval in.

 

Scruffy still sniffing

the area, destitute

assaulted when I vaulted

Gone, boy! Come, boy.

 

See fridge with me

Behold it like

a shining portal

how we stand back.

 

Without a dance

you get the sliced ham

I get a dry mouth

Whip out the Mac.

Like, Seriously?

Bantering about matters taboo

walking toward wood

shape rectangular

whispers of vulgarity

transition as we sit

to utterances of etiquette

Appear austere

like I’m not here

Polite chatter is rather…

uninspiring

Say lines cinematically

idioms, the classics

Portrayed like a pageant

Creating reactions

that sum up to

the crux of you

Hone in

on quirks

but everyone acts

somewhat similar

X=Y more or less

 

So reserved these

people. So reserved us two

an act, it really is an act

I think my chair is growing nauseas

I chopped the wood up with an axe

 

So, is this how you guys really are? 

“Oh god, no!”

Okay. Then, let’s go ahead and start.

Spending Time Making Silly Rhymes

Catapulting cattle to Seattle

Go canoe to Honolulu

Sipping Chardonnay with Marvin Straight.

 

A math club in a bath tub. Or

a Frenchman with a henchman.

Live stream of your border collie making origami

Die alone with an iPhone. Or

Passing away while playing Madden 28.

 

Painting a mural of what’s going on with your neural

A suicide pact with Sylvia Plath. Or

A smoking Session with Jeff

Death is no disaster

“Hey, you stole my joke!” – 😡

I’m Buster Baxter.

 

 

I Like the Word Fathom

I like the word fathom

as the title suggests

I cannot fathom

not liking it.

I cannot fathom biking it

to Nicaragua

Or eating Pluto

in one spoonful

I cannot fathom being raped

by a towering, massive cell mate

But what I can fathom

is shitting soiling myself

to drive potential rapists away

I cannot fathom

the existence of that dumbass

Adam

I cannot fathom having

a mushroom on a stick

surpassing

the modest inch of 6

I cannot fathom fandom

I can fathom indifference

in times of decision

I can fathom derision

in unison when

a student keeps the class hostage

by asking a question

with 1 minute left

I cannot fathom a world without

answers from Jeeves and Google searches

I cannot fathom stealing

elderly ladies’ purses

I cannot fathom

a worldwide national anthem

I cannot fathom being handsome

But when I look in the mirror –

Maybe I can fathom

I cannot fathom an actual phantom

disrupting an opera – that

I really

cannot fathom

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 Random Pt. 21

Overwhelming impatience

consumes much of the room

designated as Reservations.

So upset that I look forward to

someone instigating an altercation

Duking it out in Downtown streets

Onlookers are proud

of their civility, tranquility

In contrast with this savage

who draws all who are around to the center

“Yeah, yeah! Right there! Oooo. That’s it!”

Walking away from the madness

And then life gets boring

I’m scuffing cleats

evading the scene.

This isn’t just baseball,

It’s the Major League

Big league

Bigly

Scrapping with a guy by the name of Big Lee


Cutting up a pineapple at midnight

Wondering if this person is a man or a dyke

Vulgarity….is that all right?

I always thought Dragon Ball Z was boring

I’m sorry! 😦


Snickering at a joke.

Its comprehensibility exists

only between you and I.

If either of us die

the jokes that live inside get euthanized.

And we want to keep comedy alive…right?


Starbucks and Dunkin’ in a stare down

Suggesting the former to show who you came with

money is no issue.

Now everyone has to spend

more than they wanted to –

groaning on the inside, assenting on the outside

Buying a little sign to signal

that they’re right there with you

doing decent in the middle class.

Imagine overcoming all nerves

and against all odds

going on that thing they call “date”

and you choose the latter instead.

You will go home with uncertainty

She must think: Damn,

this guy is broke as fuck.

You expected her to believe the following impossibility:

Dunkin’ is “like horribly underrated”

and to be “like totally honest”, Dunkin’s coffee is “like the greatest”

A burst of laughter from the two of you

“Reality is: I’m trying to save money…because ummm right now I’m a little financially screwed.”

^ All it takes to love this dude

Peace once you point out every elephant in your proximity


A blank notebook is opportunity and creation

Starting to grow a neckbeard

And i must say,

I think it looks alright.

A lap dance at a funeral

Altering the globe forever from a cubical

A girl

who is magnetizing.

A girl

who presses charges

when you pretend that you’re stuck to her.

Interrupting a conversation one too many times

Becoming self-conscious: Man, I have to stop;

I look like an asshole

When you leave: What a self centered jagoff, this guy


A whale of a time, taking the obligatory pictures

in the background dead polar bears,

an iceberg dissolving into the mixture

Super cautious, think again whenever

nearing nonsense inexcusable

or unbearable grandstanding

At worst, hold your head right above


 


or right below the thresh.

A Day Without…

A day without group Z

24 hours without group K

1,440 minutes without a lesbian

86, 400 seconds without a Guatemalan Mexican

 

Supreme material for the satirical

When you think it’s over – no; it starts again

My proposal to the next organizers:

7 minutes without oxygen

 

Hey! Hey, now my group! Do my group next!

Pick us, pick us

I swear, we’re so important

We want the whole world to know it

Presence by omission

Once or twice – I get it

Now nauseating head shaking

when I find about more spinoffs

 

I’m no one, but I think I speak for many

Many racists out there side with me

Went to a meeting with one once,

Walked in like: Be cool, he’s alright with me

 

But also on my side…plenty people who don’t care

about your hue, about distinctions

 

A day without group Z.2

24 hours without group K.2

1,440 minutes without an Englishman

86, 400 seconds without me?  Oh, that’s refreshing