WORD PORN

WORD PORN

not so rare

averring silence

was the fortune

in how to be quiet

about truth

belaboring an obvious point

and a secession

a breaking away

without withdrawal pain

like a birth gone wrong

the wrong doping protection

a fortune favor

a house of cards

playing to the rule

is cheating at every singularity 

while wandering

without double exposed

as a Golyadkin humiliation

becoming an ignoble Aaron serpent

an Abdera with no Bristal waters to wash away

no one to hear the call

of the unconverted

throwing up cards

like a dog with fleas in his ear

having listened

there is no golden ointment

Latona extracting her revenge

against a thieves latin

finding no escape in a month of five Sundays

truth lost 

sin die

a sinecure glorifying a new silver age

trafficking in sacred things

becoming an earth monster

a Judas kiss condemned by it's own ambition

vernal verbal moon-drops

a paphian who splits hairs

a Janus when even speaking truth

in pari passu by lesbian rule

a libel opening towards a lich-gate

and through the catch

where the lictor awaits

is seduction into the arms of Posperpina

to that new Neaera

of our own word porn

A. MENDOZA, 2016

WORD PORN

WORD PORN

not so rare

averring silence

was the fortune

in how to be quiet

about truth

belaboring an obvious point

and a secession

a breaking away

without withdrawal pain

like a birth gone wrong

the wrong doping protection

a fortune favor

a house of cards

playing to the rule

is cheating at every singularity 

while wandering

without double exposed

as a Golyadkin humiliation

becoming an ignoble Aaron serpent

an Abdera with no Bristal waters to wash away

no one to hear the call

of the unconverted

throwing up cards

like a dog with fleas in his ear

having listened

there is no golden ointment

Latona extracting her revenge

against a thieves latin

finding no escape in a month of five Sundays

truth lost 

sin die

a sinecure glorifying a new silver age

trafficking in sacred things

becoming an earth monster

a Judas kiss condemned by it's own ambition

vernal verbal moon-drops

a paphian who splits hairs

a Janus when even speaking truth

in pari passu by lesbian rule

a libel opening towards a lich-gate

and through the catch

where the lictor awaits

is seduction into the arms of Posperpina

to that new Neaera

of our own word porn

A. MENDOZA, 2016

the load

 

An old tale of the donkey and the merchant

There was a merchant on his way to market with his donkey loaded with goods when his enemy attacked him and after the fight the merchant says, "why didn't you help me? you too could have been taken". 

The donkey replies," It doesn't matter to me since I still have to carry the load anyway".

My take on the politics of this season and why so few bother with voting.

A. MENDOZA, 2016 

the load

 

An old tale of the donkey and the merchant

There was a merchant on his way to market with his donkey loaded with goods when his enemy attacked him and after the fight the merchant says, "why didn't you help me? you too could have been taken". 

The donkey replies," It doesn't matter to me since I still have to carry the load anyway".

My take on the politics of this season and why so few bother with voting.

A. MENDOZA, 2016 

To Fit With the Poem

 

TO FIT WITH THE POEM

open box

open to rain

open lid to fill

none of it holds

even open to

acceptable rain

walking on rain

that fills the box

seeping into the sands

finding room

for the box of time

like so much wet cardboard

peeled layers

to fill 

accepting even sand

grains that fill with water

form

while wet cardboard melts

walking on water

only needs

sand

A. MENDOZA, 2016

To Fit With the Poem

 

TO FIT WITH THE POEM

open box

open to rain

open lid to fill

none of it holds

even open to

acceptable rain

walking on rain

that fills the box

seeping into the sands

finding room

for the box of time

like so much wet cardboard

peeled layers

to fill 

accepting even sand

grains that fill with water

form

while wet cardboard melts

walking on water

only needs

sand

A. MENDOZA, 2016

lego my mind

LEGO MY MIND

crushing thoughts and the over whelming emotion
blocked into the lockstep
separated into parts
assembled

no color code
a puzzle map
a guiding picture
scattered

the puzzle has infinite shapes
unblocked
unpinned
undermining its own built plan
as the blocked pins attach
to an idea

a puzzler's big picture
guides the idea
a block's big idea
guides the picture

the block always connects
a puzzle is hard to fit
an idea needs the picture
for the picture to be an idea

how to block in an idea
that doesn't fit
how to pin a piece
when trying to find what locks

plan for
overwhelming emotions
crushed thoughts
there is no color code

a puzzler's big picture
unblocked
unpinned
infinite shapes

always connects

A. MENDOZA, 2016

lego my mind

LEGO MY MIND

crushing thoughts and the over whelming emotion
blocked into the lockstep
separated into parts
assembled

no color code
a puzzle map
a guiding picture
scattered

the puzzle has infinite shapes
unblocked
unpinned
undermining its own built plan
as the blocked pins attach
to an idea

a puzzler's big picture
guides the idea
a block's big idea
guides the picture

the block always connects
a puzzle is hard to fit
an idea needs the picture
for the picture to be an idea

how to block in an idea
that doesn't fit
how to pin a piece
when trying to find what locks

plan for
overwhelming emotions
crushed thoughts
there is no color code

a puzzler's big picture
unblocked
unpinned
infinite shapes

always connects

A. MENDOZA, 2016

THE DANCE

THE DANCE

marionettes' parade
stewing like a marinade
always in wait
for the street
that pulls

a string of summons
never in line for flavor
imbibing instead the oil
that doesn't mix with water

the seasons of the controlling hand
in suspending suspense
snapping fingers summon
a doll dance

while in patience
as the oil flows
skipping the water

a marionette dance
under a control
skips

immersed in the season
of the parade
a parade and a dance
awaiting summons
while impatient
will never really ever wait
when stewing
like a marinade


A. MENDOZA, 2016

 

THE DANCE

THE DANCE

marionettes' parade
stewing like a marinade
always in wait
for the street
that pulls

a string of summons
never in line for flavor
imbibing instead the oil
that doesn't mix with water

the seasons of the controlling hand
in suspending suspense
snapping fingers summon
a doll dance

while in patience
as the oil flows
skipping the water

a marionette dance
under a control
skips

immersed in the season
of the parade
a parade and a dance
awaiting summons
while impatient
will never really ever wait
when stewing
like a marinade


A. MENDOZA, 2016

 

WRAPPED

WRAPPED  

the only love without pain 

is when you stub your toe

love takes away pain I've been told

but a good wrap will do

it covers the wound

until the bleeding slows

does taking away the bloody wrap

make for more or less love

make for more or less pain

and what about the scar

taking away the pain

denies the love

we need our scars

to survive

we need our pain

to love

living with the pain

is living with the love

that defines us

I don't want my love taken away

living with pain only needs to wrap the wound

holding it close

until the bleeding stops

and only the weeping remains

leaving just the tears

to wrap tight

with love

A. MENDOZA, 2016

WRAPPED

WRAPPED  

the only love without pain 

is when you stub your toe

love takes away pain I've been told

but a good wrap will do

it covers the wound

until the bleeding slows

does taking away the bloody wrap

make for more or less love

make for more or less pain

and what about the scar

taking away the pain

denies the love

we need our scars

to survive

we need our pain

to love

living with the pain

is living with the love

that defines us

I don't want my love taken away

living with pain only needs to wrap the wound

holding it close

until the bleeding stops

and only the weeping remains

leaving just the tears

to wrap tight

with love

A. MENDOZA, 2016

LESSEN

 

LESSEN

lessen pain life slides
listen to a heart
light shimmers

lesson matters little
level smooth the slide
that shimmers

barely hearing
the sliding life

 into the light

along level smooth
that shimmers
into pain

it matters little
it lessens nothing
listening to the heart

to that distant shimmer
that level view of light
that smooth pain

gliding into the heart
to a distant shimmer
a lesson

an unlit distance
an endless smooth light
the glow across the level

it matters little
on the pain slides
listening to the heart

the level slide
the glow of light
of the heart

A.MENDOZA, 2016

LESSEN

 

LESSEN

lessen pain life slides
listen to a heart
light shimmers

lesson matters little
level smooth the slide
that shimmers

barely hearing
the sliding life

 into the light

along level smooth
that shimmers
into pain

it matters little
it lessens nothing
listening to the heart

to that distant shimmer
that level view of light
that smooth pain

gliding into the heart
to a distant shimmer
a lesson

an unlit distance
an endless smooth light
the glow across the level

it matters little
on the pain slides
listening to the heart

the level slide
the glow of light
of the heart

A.MENDOZA, 2016

poet master

https://youtu.be/WgZkL3-zPFk

poet master

https://youtu.be/WgZkL3-zPFk

THE LOST SANITY OF PAIN

THE LOST SANITY OF PAIN

can you sharpen paper mache'
and get a paper cut
converting a doughy newsprint
to sharp edged blade
and slice though with a pinata
who's cartoon existence
awaits destruction

the lost sanity of pain
clicking the mechanical pencil
not knowing where the paper is
the insanity of pleasure

paper mache' that can't use paint
when lead is all there is
a glue for emotion
where no water color will stick
bleeding color blends away
in a pool

where does the hurt
find the paint
to wash away
the bleeding
a water color on glass
pooling

ignoring the shapes
of paper mache'
that the pencil can't write on
to find the insanity of pleasure
dripping

the lost sanity of pain
on unglued paper
doesn't pool
like water color on glass
where the hurt finds
the point

A. MENDOZA, 2016

THE LOST SANITY OF PAIN

THE LOST SANITY OF PAIN

can you sharpen paper mache'
and get a paper cut
converting a doughy newsprint
to sharp edged blade
and slice though with a pinata
who's cartoon existence
awaits destruction

the lost sanity of pain
clicking the mechanical pencil
not knowing where the paper is
the insanity of pleasure

paper mache' that can't use paint
when lead is all there is
a glue for emotion
where no water color will stick
bleeding color blends away
in a pool

where does the hurt
find the paint
to wash away
the bleeding
a water color on glass
pooling

ignoring the shapes
of paper mache'
that the pencil can't write on
to find the insanity of pleasure
dripping

the lost sanity of pain
on unglued paper
doesn't pool
like water color on glass
where the hurt finds
the point

A. MENDOZA, 2016