tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798Tue, 29 May 2012 15:43:34 +00002001201220092002201120002004200620102003200720082005practice poems of Brandon M. Cavalierhttp://www.verseforge.com/noreply@blogger.com (Publius)Blogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-7986544992300429337Sun, 19 Feb 2012 22:44:00 +00002012-02-19T16:44:29.462-06:002012Here we are again where I've written myself into a thousand lonely corners where saxophones weep in the street and time is measured in fifths where I can't write because the cat sleeps in my lap or I can't hear pins dropping or only idioms drop from my pen like the lapping tongues of sewer pipes where every unfinished poem is a two-legged stool, and I'm on my ass again.http://www.verseforge.com/2012/02/piss-and-moan.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-1540370996205902377Sun, 19 Feb 2012 22:40:00 +00002012-02-19T16:40:26.352-06:002012Tonight I am awake in a house with wood paneling, the swirling eyes of dead trees peering accusatory. The door to my bedroom has no knob on the inside, and I can hear its tidal motion when the air comes on. The highway passes alongside and threatens to enter into my REM cycle. Succeeds. It's the kind of place that grows romantic on you until it rots.http://www.verseforge.com/2012/02/lake-providence.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-8708905560949370297Mon, 10 Oct 2011 17:21:00 +00002011-11-02T17:16:07.448-05:002011When I left my cell phone on the porchlong enough to tie my shoesand admire the wings of a butterfly,blinding against the backdrop,I knew why they called it the dust bowl.Covered in a thin layer,my touch screen seemed antiquated,forgotten in a rushof thirties survival adrenaline.The kind that saved settlersfrom an early burialbeneath the sand of an unforgiving hour glass.I could see it sitting onhttp://www.verseforge.com/2011/10/oklahoma.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-7433080752332162826Tue, 12 Apr 2011 18:21:00 +00002011-04-12T13:21:50.783-05:002011about life that will remain true. We know death before birth and after life like the sunlit opening between two tunnels.http://www.verseforge.com/2011/04/we-know-nothing.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-3396070492721432319Mon, 06 Dec 2010 19:14:00 +00002011-12-07T13:14:59.401-06:002010<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> http://www.verseforge.com/2010/12/writers-block.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-2883308535126937494Sat, 04 Dec 2010 18:15:00 +00002011-11-02T17:16:49.097-05:002010the sweat drips thick fromtheir humble brows orfrom their necks, from their armsand fingertipsit is not nature that keeps themthere, in abstruse and rambling bondage butman, part themselves and part all othersthe perennial owners ofvapid toil.  but they thinknot of themselves in what they docrank and lever, valve and measurewood and wire and brawnuntil progeny or matterthe fruit of chronic http://www.verseforge.com/2010/12/our-fathers.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-3170992506192816698Fri, 03 Dec 2010 18:09:00 +00002011-11-02T17:17:13.395-05:002010I am not afraid of the moon, as it comes downto hold my face in its encompassing gaze,its light soaking my skin like a warm bathof star parts and cosmic cremation.I am not afraid of the moon when its crimsonblush rouses the hemispheresand powders every rock and sea.I see the full moon set upon mountainslike a seers orb, divining the presentsplendor of gold washed skypunctuated by immortal http://www.verseforge.com/2010/12/divining-present.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-8941512072864414935Wed, 01 Dec 2010 17:53:00 +00002011-10-10T11:59:28.138-05:002010Few things are perfectly level the devil's in the entirety of nails, screws and bowed boards no two pieces fit without a breach, without a bent or hint of coercion the surface ever slowly weeps gravity sleeps in the buff dust, polish and white lies every arc and angle yearns to fall extended, to meet content with infinite degreehttp://www.verseforge.com/2010/05/ambitious-shelves.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-7817079296355413357Thu, 01 Jul 2010 18:21:00 +00002011-10-10T11:57:06.200-05:002010walking an open market I saw a refrigerator magnet that said "early to bed, early to rise" and thought it typical magnets are always giving unsolicited advice. but I took note only to reject it for the opposite mantra. now, I'm not saying it changed my life but I've awakened to not so severe hangovers avoided rat race traffic jams and other common entanglements and I set two alarms not to wakehttp://www.verseforge.com/2011/04/late-to-rise.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-3284981343874552692Fri, 25 Jun 2010 17:26:00 +00002011-11-02T17:17:52.555-05:002010I awakened to humidity and the old takeout bags were alivecascading down from the pile on my desk,The bedside was vacantand the empty bottles full of fan blade reflectionsprovoked me in their green and brown attire,The sun was wide awakeand screaming over the neighbor’s radio,I shaved, needlesslyto feel the familiar burna young man who could not recall youthbut to burn for it,That’s the tragedy http://www.verseforge.com/2010/06/screams-of-daylight.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-2051243377834292748Wed, 02 Jun 2010 17:05:00 +00002011-11-02T17:18:25.452-05:002010It is hard growing up with stained feet from lack ofsidewalks in this town and bottle glassmixed with sand and cigarette butts make mortarfor pestles pounding the trough between ditch and highwayas they wave their little hands at speeding strangerstheir mothers wary would worry if they knewwhere they were.but the street lights are off for another five minutestime enough for mischieffor magicfor http://www.verseforge.com/2010/12/childhood-relativity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-5787366434984557073Tue, 01 Jun 2010 18:20:00 +00002011-10-10T11:56:49.654-05:002010home from work I collapse onto a soft sofa absorbing dark solitude when there's a racket outside my window my neighbor is home and shooting country music down my ear canals like folksy electric bullets Will I survive? Probably but long awaited relief is bleeding out the quiet dark ground to powder between my teeth and I can't feel my sense of humor turn that shit down I scream to myself as he http://www.verseforge.com/2011/04/523pm.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-2178225684247145431Sat, 01 May 2010 18:20:00 +00002011-10-10T11:56:28.931-05:002010I toss my words like darts at a blank page points for diction, syntax and message none for grandiloquence this isn't scrabble, after allhttp://www.verseforge.com/2010/05/quick-one-while-shes-away.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-6294185771270231490Wed, 14 Apr 2010 17:24:00 +00002011-04-14T12:25:14.745-05:002010I walked in the freezing rain to the end of the road, I have a long way to go with life lessons like the thick layer of dust on all my furniture blocks the imperfections and my sinuses.http://www.verseforge.com/2010/04/lost.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-6264346277604257451Fri, 01 Jan 2010 18:34:00 +00002011-11-02T17:19:28.481-05:002010I crash landed on the gritty shoreof a bathroom floor, head firstinto cold ceramic with a hint of bleedingcarried awayon waves of painthat were only awareness of the momentuntil pain became awareof itself, black and purple behind my eyes.Acid mouthed and body base with the rank cologneof salty urine, Idreamt of geometry more real than the four walls,of kama sutra curvesand leveled hanging plants,http://www.verseforge.com/2010/01/sunday-morning.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-8318945812017283156Mon, 07 Dec 2009 01:10:00 +00002010-06-10T20:41:50.598-05:002009sing until the night tide collapses onto knees of boiling cloud, bleeds inquisitive morrow and stains the fabric of conception: who rends apart narcotic time, banishes it, chained-together-with-perception? who inscribes the interval on the e- lectrons of the mind, so adorned in seductive chronology, goading unfamiliar starved of the now space to divine finalityhttp://www.verseforge.com/2009/12/clock-with-no-hands.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-5251029819143766305Sun, 06 Dec 2009 19:19:00 +00002011-10-10T11:54:20.313-05:002009Morning, 3pm I open my eyes to the sight of my neighbor chasing a naked kid down his driveway. I stand long enough to hobble and moan and check the voicemail. A fresh batch of problems Another moan, a shower and a bathrobe later it's time to check on the world. Flipping through news channels is like choosing a flavor of depression and the bottle’s empty. The doorbell rings loud and insistent http://www.verseforge.com/2011/04/back-to-keyboard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-6141874901950524987Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:28:00 +00002011-10-05T13:54:21.914-05:002009Walk with me the strand of gentle twilight whose night-fingers tickle yawning day and press your lips to lonely yearning stone, overtaken with virile green spilling effortless across every aaaaaa expanse. Submerge your roots in aaaaaaaa deepest aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadrunken aaaaaaaabreath insatiable aaaaaaaaA ravine that once was vacant dust, now astir a in splendid motley of festive nocturne http://www.verseforge.com/2009/11/untitled.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-8634279750802374965Mon, 09 Nov 2009 06:22:00 +00002011-10-05T13:54:21.915-05:002009It is here in smokey hail-fire light that the weary find rest flower to flower deposited in black and white silence betrayed only by youthful nature, beckoning proud with open handed human dawn, the rib of the now. But avoid adoring the sunken eyes of this shepherdless cradle, unhindered heralding voice, reverberating epochs in gilded tongues. Happen upon my own dawn wrought with soily veins and http://www.verseforge.com/2009/11/bath-mountain.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-2700849514881351024Thu, 05 Nov 2009 03:02:00 +00002011-11-02T17:19:54.979-05:002009the truth isI'm not aiming high,sometimes I'm not even aiming.my thoughts splinterin all directions, like an after sex piss.I do not want to be conscious.for lack ofalmost anything, maybeI'm mad, I'm happy, I'm watchingthe smoke meditatein the light of my muted television.So I may not answer the doorif you should knock, seek, or askeven if you hear the soundof music, of laughter orthe bloody http://www.verseforge.com/2009/11/drowning-sensation-in-daytime.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-3879126840904839129Mon, 05 Jan 2009 00:35:00 +00002010-05-12T20:33:28.776-05:002009 I was once yelled at for writing on paper instead of typing. throwback throwback she said And I still do it. There is comfort in a warm gun the ballpoint click rubber grip malformed metallic reflection spilling it, cerebral onto paper. smearing it in deliberate satisfaction or running out of inkhttp://www.verseforge.com/2009/10/untitled.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-5653366804272726204Sat, 03 Jan 2009 00:33:00 +00002009-10-31T02:14:35.621-05:002009Seclusion, my lost lovewhere has my restless brain divorced you?No longer do we walkthe empty hallsor bathe nude in thick silenceNeither do we warm our feetby the cold fire of discontentwhile the phantoms of yesteryearswim aboutFeverishly we deconstructedthe machinery of lifeto no endbut sweet melancholyhttp://www.verseforge.com/2009/10/poets-wife.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-6970119666116912850Fri, 02 Jan 2009 00:30:00 +00002010-05-12T20:37:59.521-05:002009We've got a full load of dirty states. In fact, toss in the whole world and pour on the bleach. Scrub out Mexico's cartels and throw the Honduran coup into the soapy mix. White out the Alaskan pipelines, fill in the Appalachian Mountaintop mines and hose down Somalia. Wipe the smog from China and the tears from Tibetan eyes. Put some blue back into the shitty Thames, refrost the polar caps and http://www.verseforge.com/2009/10/spin-cycle.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-4336876730428820956Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:48:00 +00002011-10-10T11:49:06.555-05:002008The bitten orange bleeds melodious sunlight rapt with woven music skin the hanging drip of salivating horns sharply shrilling barbed-wire fences the warmth of freshly viscous notes sliding stop-glide through the green grass Flats with skinned knees dabble toes in the coursing score gasping seamlessly the citrus wind in youthful anticipation of crescendohttp://www.verseforge.com/2008/11/jazz-orchard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552788644431293798.post-7615225805787797598Thu, 13 Dec 2007 00:39:00 +00002011-04-12T13:13:43.771-05:002007I am but a passing thought of gracious utility welcome for a moment. I am not permanent.http://www.verseforge.com/2009/10/visitor-tag.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Publius)0