Gord

2020-07-29 05:43 am

Storm the earth, Storm the sea,
Arrive in myth, the people be,
Not given bronze, not given sons,
Living gaunt outside a lodge.
Singing swans, singing songs,
Zinc, gold, silver, iron, copper,
In hefty sums, no bitten tongue.

Dearth they arrive, murder at night,
No allies, wyrms or fires to fight.
Death they provide.

Gord

2020-07-28 05:21 am

Noble steed, noble land,
From ovum to the fields.
One dances, never glances,
Until glasses conceal.
Test taker, what is fate?
My eyes no longer make it.

Stare into the distance,
And see the same.
Tomorrow is a little late.

Gord

2020-07-24 11:56 am

Comments on a blog,
On and on, continuous,
Could this be but bots?
How can hate be a ball?
All along, perspicuous,
Archaic in its tongue.
Accompany a structured song,
Another composition common,
A company not lacking lustre,
Just backing something wrong.

I adjust warm muffins,
Until the tops come off.
Butter, cinnamon,
I adjust my jaw,
Until flavortown,
I judge my ignorance,
Could this be god?

Gord

2020-07-23 11:16 am

Table from farm, 
Noodles and parm,
Among eggs, bacon,
It's carbonara!

Gord

2020-07-21 05:28 pm

A voice brittle, fawning,
Lost in eyes are appearance,
Yet words speak like songbirds,
Though simple, like acrostics.

If you can understand the point,
Does also your voice hurt,
 from screaming?
Do you need more caustic ideas,
 to dissolve your dreams?

My meaning, yours,
Our meeting curt, 
Can I find you feeding on lifeless birch,
With food superior for a life of wood?
Who fights against fascist sons,
Racist daughters to which they sum?
Who resolves just to be,
Sits aside until the burning stops.

What is beauty in a psalm?
Without the son, the daughter,
Is the sport lost?
Where the ice is more soft,
A cross stick, a want,
Whistle wanton, a decision.
To sit in a box, with conscious,
Or a sideline life to correspond
With your winnings.

Lynn

2020-07-21 01:31 am

devouring the skin inside my lip.
of course, everything in the human body is connected. of course.

staining the porcelain with blood and iron, iron and blood and water, the permutations of rust.

my voice becomes sticky, sickly sweet - the performance of wellness thickened even further by blood. 

my crazy, concentrated and caustic, drains through my nose and onto my chin and onto my shirt and onto my hands and down the drain. 

“i wish the blood inside my mouth were yours”. 

Gord

2020-07-09 03:52 am

Tomorrow trailing, no erasers,
Maybe no stress can reach relief,
Papers, their lies and keys,
Power is in just eyes to see;
One hand hold, one hand to reach,
Narrow is escape, is this fate,
Or feeling?

Do arrows fly away, misguided,
Awry in their aerial affairs,
Fore bearer blameless in errand;
For barrels makeshift of nothing,
What is the price of a country?

Gord

2020-07-02 03:19 am

Pier as far as the eyes can peer,
Towers tall, the flowers gone,
Pensioner, is this not your fear?
Who appears, speaks of appearances,
When death is near and cowers all?

Seer, as far as I can see,
Nobody writes, nobody listens,
Nobody lies but nobody stares.
Nobody rights are given to liars,
Who speak of bridges nobody cares.

Who appears, speaks of appearances,
When bridges fall to the pier?

Who maintains the system?
I can see names of victims,
Name of my liquor,
But no list of gunmen,
Lenders or kinsmen.
If one day they name a killer,
Who appears, speaks of appearances,
Circles all around the seriousness.
Waits for nobodies to leave,
Then steals, Who babbles incoherent?