DESCRIPTION
A little abstract expressionism, a litle nonsense. Put it togeather however you like and call it what you will. Isn't that the point? [438 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Okay, fine. I'm a twenty two year old student from just south of San Francisco. I enjoy a lot of things that you probably wouldn't care to hear about and I have a cat. I also enjoy my cat. He's funny. [June 2001]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) It's Nothing Like Our Sky (Poetry) A small collection of nature poetry. It goes from the mountains to the high desert to my front yard in haiku and finaly out into the universe. Read Autochrist Supermarket and you'll see it's much les... [223 words] [Nature]
Autochrist Supermarket John Amos
Waking Dream
The waking dreams I have of you
Echo to be fulfilled:
Wet autumn woods
Your hand in mine
I am infected and complete.
* * *
A fascist clockwork
tonight i wear my nightmare bones,
circadian fluid spilling from my head.
You play the spider and i�ll play the butterfly,
and i�ll fall back inside myself.
into (my) fascist clockwork
to create a world in loving arms.
until the gears run to rust,
and tear into the hardest parts of me.
* * *
For L
She said she wanted to know what was behind my eyes.
(i used to be somebody, then i got smart)
The number of receptors in the skin is greatest for pain.
(she went through me like a pavement saw)
* * *
Untitled
Are you watching me?
I can feel the world calling out
Across the universe
For holy blood and big red times
Of thoughtless glee
And simpering lust.
My mind rushes off to somewhere
Into the absinthe distance.
The all-violent and bright white distance.
Out where it's quiet forever.
Why aren't you watching me?
* * *
Autochrist Supermarket part II
�come simper in, your lord is here,
For those of you who�ve fled.
Come chortle in and eat your stew
And wipe away the dread�
A fortnight�s spring ends cold and dark,
My priest has gone to bed.
He snores and spits and glabors on:
�Come sanctify your head�
�The mistress in the iron dress
Has wrapped our night in ice.�
His words like blades drift through my skull
And toll their meatish price.
Through his sleep he leaks his mind
And dribbles down his chin.
His sermon spins and sputters on
And leaves me licked and flim.
�Jilted tongue engorged with wrath
Inaudible in fields of play.
For all the filthy joy it gleans,
Do sit awhile and think.
A hedish sieve interpretive?
Come simper in (your simple lean)
I want to lickyour compass clean,
Oh babe of simple time.
Cannot the maid of apple fair
Unweave this tangle in my hair?
The droves of kittens she removes
Have none the less a game to prove
Though sometimes minds lie in the pink,
They often die unsung.�
Those lips are soft and wetish slick,
That tongue is softer still.
though it�s the eyes that draw you in,
they�re worn by hands that kill.
* * *
A Corset�s Best
Undone laces strewn about serpentine
Come falling down my timid fingers
laughing
A lady�s trancing lips do become you
And set my head to spin
* * *
Pele�s Hair
(for S)
Your words cut into me
Like eating a handful of Pele�s hair:
Sharp tresses
Razor silicate born of fire
Pushing into my tongue
* * *
All-Dancing Muse
I hate you my dear,
My sweet irrelevancy
All star-lit and fucked out.
My all-dancing muse.
I hate your trancing gaze that never washes off
And makes me shudder like taking a
Mouth full of straight vodka
It sticks to me like napalm burning,
Bright jellied gasoline
Collecting in the bottom of my stomach.
READER'S REVIEWS (3) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"Well, since no one will give me feedback on any of my poems (That was why I posted them) I guess I'll have to do it myself! Be more concrete next time. I don't think people can connect with any of these poems. (But my other set of poems were concrete and no one reviewed them either!) Don't you talk back to me! (I'll talk back all I want mr. wannabe literary critic! Just who do you think you are?) I'm you and you'd better damn well listen to me if you ever want to get anywhere with this stuff!" -- John Amos.
"I really enjoyed this. I'm in a highschool creative writing class and I'm so used to hearing concrete stuff (and writing it, I'm sorry to say)that to read something so abstract is kind of intriguing. I like poetry that makes you think, and this definitely does. Some of it's open to interpretation, but it seems that in some of them you were abstracting on a concrete idea and it leaves the reader's mind to wonder where the inspiration lies. I especially like the collection's title. I also really enjoyed Waking Dreams, Untitled, and For L. " -- Tami Lynn, Bossier City, LA, USA.
"Well, what can i say, i really, really liked them, I too need feedback so check out some of mine!!" -- Butaflie Works.
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