Gord

2026-06-18 03:27 pm

Never look a fish hook in the mouth,
And never have any doubt,
I'm fighting my way back home.

But,
Like radiative waves, 
I'm mostly out...

And I'll never own a house.
And I'll never have a spouse, 
And I'll never upturn her frown. 
Like oceanic waves, 
I'll mostly drown, 
And I'll never bank on being saved. 

And I'll never look at a fish hook another way,
Like the metal corrodes my face,
I slowly resolve and stay,
And as it pulls me under,
I'll let it take me away.

Gord

2026-06-18 03:06 pm

I never wanted in your crowd of clowns,
White facing, red around the mouth.
Red upon the head,
Laughed at by the town.

It's either powder now, or power down.
Also guys to date,
Hands to guide her down,
Lyrics about Rape, and cries fowl.

I never wanted to be a mouthpiece,
Or spit on by a coward.
Cheered on by the crowd,
Toward a violent outcome. 

Injection of faith, 
Truth, silent about H, 
Without the vowel sounds,
Expressing your rage.

I never wanted to look the same,
Jacked up retard dancing on stage,
Also guys to shame,
Amelia Earheart is on the way.

Gord

2026-04-30 09:47 am

Round mouth shouts,
War cry, smoke to sky,
Really? I'm quite surprised,
You changed with the times,
Now, you find the fight?

You are cold, white, 
Like an old jazz style, 
How do you stay warm at night?

I am bound down: stakes, ropes, ties...
Beneath the giant lies. 
A man with giant lies about him,
A giant in a human size.

I am found down, shivering upon the tiles,
Beneath the skin a person lies,
A man with giant lies about him,
As a spider consumes the flies,
Pious continual, polite about it.

Does that make it right?
Well, let me fly around a bit,
And with delight I get to live again.

Gord

2025-08-27 09:28 pm

Three wolf moon, in your worldview, what do sheep do? Look at you and feel good?

 If they could, they would open their mouth, croon, and as the wolf descends, endure their wounds.

Gord

2025-05-07 06:41 am

Thorough I write my kinship,
Kingship, flagship furlough,
Turmoil, searching for more.

Is it just lies, unknowns?
You seem to say so...
Though, you write by wishing,
Never anarchy and addiction,
The things that you know.

One more pint, by instinct,
Stitches, side bitches,
dislikes, sometimes singing.

Is it just lies, unknowns?
You seem to say so, 
Though, you live by it,
Unlike any lyrics you wrote.

Gord

2024-11-06 06:52 am

Rose gold chrome horns,
Like cardboard clothes, 
Cold, associates sorrow, 
Unworn, uneven tomorrow. 
So bow your head forward,
Lift yourself up, divide me whole. 

I stand naked before you, 
Like I play with hands both,
Like I tap, dance, as a show,
I do for all you know, I suppose.

Upon her form, both hands,
Avacado toast, buttery bread,
Guitar solo overtop the prose,
Alcohol in her mouth, floor, 
Softcore porn, popcorn snow, 
Relationships in rondo form.

I just wish I knew something more.

Gord

2024-06-28 06:38 pm

In Her Dreams

Everyday she grew more cynical,
Forewarned in the way he spoke.
'What makes trees grow?
Speaking indignantly?
Lazy, form english is what bees know.
Maybe there is more, maybe not.
Leaves, and lace upon her form,
Leers and mistakes on a forum,
Leaves and paces about a home.
Lady Clare, is this what you wish for?

Mais oui, upon meeting, she says,
but may we not once she sees him again.
She begs, making peace, but, maybe not.
What is under the stars, outside of the bar,
Yet above us all? In her mind, her.
But, actually, God. 
And he sees her like I see her:
Alone by herself, just of her mom.

Lo, girl, grate your feet, arms to nothing,
Cognizant, you can see what's coming.
So, use a word to cut deeper, I mean, 
Maybe there is more, maybe not...
Say please, and release the lions...
If a cognate speaks of alm, as always,
Bet a fool falls, autumn again, as always,
Winter follows.

Bees, on their belly, in a playful sense.
Wallows about woods and streams.
Striped appearance, demeanor, feelings,
He exits the scene with grace and dignity.
Asking the same, but bees scream, race,
As always, it's just the way things be.

Swallow a mouth full of eggs, and honey,
Forward, fundamentally things are different.
Not just you and me, for everyone that sees us.
The courts just take up space, mostly useless,
And friends never show up to court you, bee,
They treat you differently.

You are less than me, because you are less than nothing,
She says, and places her hands to the sun.
Youth burning away at her bloodied stumps,
Speaking in fear of a beast that runs, jumps,
Eating the bunnies she dreams about...

Gord

2023-12-08 05:14 am

The things he knows...
Are alike a hand that speaks in failure:
 Painful flails, an esophagus.
While his mouth speaks toward disarmament, 
and victims speak of the night.

So all hail the king, his rings and his might.
 All the things that he owns,
Including the people as items, options
 and things he derides.

So swing a knife, like a sword.
 All hail the flailing arm for what it's worth, 
Including the people he knows as thoughtforms and cites.

Cayenne pepper, nose.
 A world alight.
  A world, delight.
   A wordly delight.
    A world, a light,
Circles dance in the sky, 
 darkness seen with your eyes.
Alongside carmine, red and feathers:
 prose, things they call wise

Gord

2023-10-04 04:58 am

They say, love is fair,
But then, what for free?
Birds and bees, they explain,
Saying mostly ends,
Giving little means.
A friend, dear, a branch, tree.
When they speak they talk of weight,
Everything they feel.

Then they say, live laissez-faire,
Paint the walls of red and greens,
They hope you speak their language.
Incentives and dreams, hopes of things.
But what divides boxes and squares,
Fishes and streams, them and me?
Is it a line or the right to be?

Speak freely, breathe freely,
Easy, people say it should be,
From a mouth that releases,
Full of pleased flesh and teeth.
But if they had one wish left, 
It would be for me to never be.

Well, that's sweet.

But I know what that means, 
Go ahead, feel your feelings.
Just know, there is no you and me.

Gord

2023-05-31 09:02 am

Compare deceased, compare diseases,
Civil registry, never ending dreams.
Quiet, discontented tree:
Questions vex me silent,
Why do we drink of selfish need?
Why do we eat to reddish green?
Why do they scream your scaring me,
While I achieve new levels of self deceit?
It responds, about roots and leaves,
Tools and people, fools and fees.
It's beyond me to understand.

Again indeed.

Only man writes with a pen,
Ire infinite, to the final syllable.
A point most misunderstand:
Life is not miracles, appearances,
Science fiction or analyzing images,
It's mostly the wheres and whens,
Indeeds said again, friends you miss.
Like all the pyramids get built,
You'll find they went brick by brick.
Like kids, chimes in the wind,
Ideally they play without worry,
Not re-examine life endlessly,
Like a firing squad that never hits.
Like a chime without another,
It takes only one to be lonely,
Two people to live.

Hair recedes, favour leaves,
Ferris wheels and screams,
Once again, the tree speaks, 
This time about seasons,
Blues and greens, 
Views and seeds,
You open your own mouth, freely,
Someone else's dreams.
Again indeed.
A mirror responds vaguely,
Instead of self reflection sees,
Things that terrify,
Even when they close their eyes and they sleep.

One could compare their life to a sheep,
Sheppard, or favoured elite.
What one eats someone decides,
Where one sleeps someone else decides,
Who one sees is limited, they cry.
But they compare to a bar too high.
Then with their time, belies, nevers, freezes.
Feelings of timidness, cheapness, lies,
Triangles you hope to avoid thinking,
Inevitably though you need drink.
You need some chips, think about it.
You need a horse to ride to the store,
Because you're lazy as shit.
So I guess just hope for the best,
But also go for it.

Again, Indeed.

Gord

2022-08-03 10:55 pm

Flag,
Grab a torch, same hand,
Have fun with your vote:
Another hand a sword,
It opens a can of corn.

Fake hammer throw,
Judges, like rabbits,
Run back to their holes.
Rather than face the day,
The code and its ghosts.
Instead,
They make jokes, they make shows,
They make notes, that, of course,
Exclude their track record of control.

That dirt road, saddled by war,
Addled by the hammers thrown,
Fools who took no land unknown,
Who speak a language encoded,
Take advantage of the locals.

What is wealth, cash of course?
But it's also a canvass of bone,
Grass in the mouth of a mud horse.

Gord

2022-07-14 10:47 pm

A wake-up call, A veil must fall,
He always spoke in ways of god,
Unfortunately he spoke that way a lot.
He spoke simply, of knaves and farms,
Like he spoke in the name of god.
Like the oil on the water, 
It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
Eyes are like the rays of dawn.
Flames stream from a mouth;
Sparks of fire shoot out the nostrils,
Dragon tall, shakes the castle walls.

So can you blame them,
When they say fuck off?
Nothing on earth is its equal, 
A creature without fear,
And it comes for us,
The reign of law.

Gord

2022-06-26 06:54 pm

An open mouth gasps,
Hot sauce, parmesan,
All I see is stars.
No conscious thought,
Face agaze in awe,
A chicken with no wing,
Would it rise or fall?
As I concentrate,
Stare at a spot on the wall,
Eyes; waterfalls, 
Call off the milk,
Call off the salt,
My tongue stings,
Craters, my teeth sting,
An open mouth gasps for these things,
A king sits routinely,
Being above singing and fearing.

Gord

2022-05-25 10:45 am

Amounts, they screamed, amounts,
Seemingly all they knows about.
Amounts, a mouth, beatings.
Even just, if by the brow,
Cow steps on the mouse,
Like a man steps on a mount.

Echoes, couch downstairs,
This is my house, GET OUT!
Narrowing in the mind, cowers
Like an arrows path forward,
Like time, straight, downward.

Dance, doubt, awkward bow,
Applause amounts, doubt,
Can a mouse hear the sound?
Leers, liquors, in various amounts.
In the end, a mouse needs cheese.
A cow needs many more things,
Succumbs to meandering about the fence,
Outside of this, they find no peaceful crowd.

People of the ground, fearing clouds, fearing now,
Cowards that fear when you speak and shout,
Cows teaching which they know nothing about,
Why should a mouse throw spears at the clouds?
Zeus and Venus,
Why would they fear if I step on a mound, kneel,
Bow or two step around it?
Are they cowards like me?

Lynn

2022-03-23 11:45 am

I smear vaseline in the corners of my mouth with a cotton swab to seal the cracks that are carved there
from smiling too wide
from laughing too loud
from speaking my mind.

I smudge the nails on my hands with paint, pearlescent and pink
to keep from moving
to keep from creating
to keep from fully living.

I confine myself to an apple and egg whites each day to mold by body
into what I see in waiting room magazines
into what it was when I was a child
into something impossible.

how futile, it seems, to meter my joy, to suppress the wind.
because, when one tries to obstruct what rightfully will pass,
it gains strength, channels down one slim canyon,
and blows everyone away.

Ifediata Kossy

2021-06-20 05:34 am

Bullet for bunting.

What's in the word,
That the mouth fit not say.
I wield my ink, bleeding words like fire.
Fighting to shave off the frailty you plunged on me.

You used to be unique, very ineffable.
Never knew I was being deluded by wishful thinking.
I fought your fight, abate your fears.
Rather than return a thousand thanks, you fired me with a cacophony of bullets.

You inhaled the oxygen of my love,
While I search in perusal for answers.
Your words, monotonous, left me in a muddled state. 
Like a bullet for bunting, I never saw it coming.

© Ifediata Kosisochukwu

Gord

2021-05-20 07:02 am

Of doubt, other mouths,
A beautiful house,
External grounds,
A pattern of sounds.
Steps: Drum sets, 
Words abound their flesh,
Head in the clouds.

Lynn

2021-02-08 01:19 am

quite literally
they cannot spill out of my mouth into the toilet bowl fast enough

green, neophyte, insensate

swirling around in the clear, shallow water, they almost look like they are swimming

ancient, ferric, turpentine

its midnight on sunday afternoon and the morning never felt so far away

verily, salt, halcyon

pulling the lever, they swirl away, the letters sloshing together into a murky soup

gestalt, vermilion, fear

they turn into equations with no solutions when i bring my hand away from my mouth, wiping

ouroboros, nineteen, baseless

i know better than to brush my teeth

golden, gale, corridor

i know better than to go back to bed right after

demilune, murmur, mirror

linoleum, throat, nightgown

listless, lucid, dreamer