Would wake me, shake the last vestiges of all the dreams of blank sights,
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
The Coffeepot (8/3/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Would wake me, shake the last vestiges of all the dreams of blank sights,
The Milkshake (8/3/2020). -M.Weisgerber
fast batter – oh so much soft layer on layer to form that strange cake
(this is what happens when the air is right): I am tired of wandering, lead
words I need to witness for last of me before the cracking of the storm the
Not this foolishness she wishes to be – not the better part of me? Shame.
But no, alas: I remain with! Such love - there is a circle of bright between the furrowing my brow at a worry that may never come, I
struggle, shake in the moods that we made, the love that is gone there for someone else to find, wind then, yet it never was truly mine to claim.
you weren’t there – how I was not surprised, lost dots flying high for
there is no lady rising to greet, no signal that I’ll find, no pause that calls,
each day means so much less than the one before, not colored prayers, no
gave up till the needing, sleep beside the sheathing, covered lashes,
not cold, so very chill, lips moving towards remorse:
oh, how my core, my eternal spring then my eyes, my very soul it aches.
Monday, December 7, 2020
Last Day (5/19/2020). -M.Weisgerber
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE.
It’s her female palpations falling out of sync again I'm told, I’ve heard;
falls and crushes everything in this land; my hand reaching forth to draw,
oh love, I know what it is to scream out at the moon in the dark.
For I am (she is and yet can be!)
loudica, fondica, manic & proud. I have several guitars up upon my wall.
Dont pray w/ me, cant stay w/ me, don’t be any way or in my way or else.
Come into my home where I can hurry you out, come
into my chest, where I can bury you rottenest deep, clean up all
yes all my housewares, wherein so you can loose your mind,
pet my dog now and then no more (know only she'll forever be mine)
you saw me run once so get your count-down timer ready, its
coming soon like nobody's Jesus, just make believe Sunday someday, so
prep your heart, beware your mind – know that you will never be a mine.
Still in these moments I love her, still now she makes me proud, still
yes my heart is failing fast yet I cannot shift the prow, the snow
(Let it stand. True.)
Monday, November 30, 2020
Other Name. -M.Weisgerber
Ink on my page is caught, drawn in
Tones of teal on bars of silk;
Pausing nearby respiration or else
Taking time to break our nostrils wide.
Encyclopedia of misconduct open
To misconstrued answers, guts, and so many bugs!
Curved from knees to feet, hand to bleed
Sweetness in of my lips to part, not sharp, not
A ships steel sunk to need –sleek, and deathly proud,
Curl her toes to the point tip, a rune to rub, a
Vein to poke or capture, or with such love to and
Then dance these nights away.
Bare bottom exposed then to summer sun.
You don’t notice your care, you curse, your cars are
Filthy now, broken glass in chocolate melt
taking time swerving on busy streets.
Here, where we had written to exchange,
And then I to die in (of?) ecstasy, or perhaps
For another moment, another love,
Another name by which to fail its all only just the same.
Sunday, November 29, 2020
Initial Meeting (7/27/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Oh gods am I going to catalog every inch & twitch &
turn of her? I know
the way it was meant to be, I, not wanting to be in this hot
place, her a bit
bored with intonation, not realizing that she’s going to claim
a heart, I,
moving the very way a brain could bake or shake, longing for
cold surf, I
thinking she’d just be another number, her not realizing I was
hers to take
she hated and loved me to the point of choking strange shapes
out of me,
my throat down upon the lane that those 50’s people
wandered? Streets,
against the dark before I entered, green grass against
silence passing – it
is a swamp though which a heart could yet not drive it. Out? No,
soon.
self-assured & everything in between, reminding me of love
as I lost my
self upon the heat, the scent, the very way glanced beside August
fire,
want to be with a girl I didn’t then or yet as know didn’t
want to open
or unfold, mostly from fear, mostly from the open heart getting
shot again
Didn’t know I needed to claim her too, didn’t know shame
would not be
coming with self perseverance, or yelling, or passing or
failing all, no.
with the stars, the very moon, the high noon was gone as soon
as I
learned to disagree; fickle then, heart so bold. Don’t have to glance back
the very way she sat with long boot out tapping I assumed I
made mistake
she’d fill me in as I would her soon enough in time, this lie,
almost free..
the pen shivering upon my knee, the tastes lingering on the lower
lip the
quavering of a solid breast breaking upon the way we made up
the rest.
Somehow its all beginning to make slow perfect sense now, it’s
patterns form, the day give way to the temporary shelving disbelieving.
My first impure passions gave way to need, tears, yes, all
the subtle
Simple ways I came to love you weren’t worked out till the
very end, yet
simple fool that I came into this world as was, ready now
for fighting, be
at call n beck for the way you bend your knees, back needing
cracked,
On days of NEW, yet I never saw you sew! Never once baked bread, no
didn’t meander boardwalks nor hold hands, separate ways drifting
close,
her lost dad, & I then found my armor gone; I found my
heart shift & I
somehow knew then that a day, a year, a lifetime would never
be enough.
As a boy how much they meant, how I wanted you there, to stay,
do you
know what it is to fall babe, new contagion on the land as
the sun sets?
to call at the many lovers that follow such strange paths,
out onto the
Land mary countryside or what remains by the time I am done,
for
ever been to molt to char to turn the way your subtle look
made ash of
piles so out of me, that log in fire trying to call out, forward,
prepare, yet
before I miss the way we loved, love the way we kissed,
missed you more
than a heart should could bare before it fractures, swollen
so, chinks lil.
chatting up stranger words, odd lyrics, that are beginning
to be beautiful
somehow before the sun sets, before rain cools chiminea
burning, all is
Down. All fall
Down.
in the end it was me and we and all these foolish words that
only time can
mend then matter, & the way we once danced upon hard
surf. All is hard
and in time it all falls
drown.
Friday, November 13, 2020
You Hated (10/21/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Benethe the Miller Sign of Higher Life (5/25/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Thursday, November 12, 2020
All Seasons (11/5/2020). -M.Weisgerber
your cat is misssing (11/11/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Leaf Rake (11/12/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Sunday, November 1, 2020
Your Birthing (9/4/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Friday, October 23, 2020
The Flight (9/22/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
These Things (and We) In Time Shall Fall Apart (10/20/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Sunday, October 18, 2020
Grass Cutter (5/29/2020). -M.Weisgerber
I dredge and I dredge and these words are now all I'll ever have except your hate
Monday, October 12, 2020
All Your Songs are Angry Sex (3/4/2020). -M.Weisgerber
All your songs they sound the same, all the
jazz flowing now through my open mind, all the