Poetry & Songs, by Charles Carreon

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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:26 am

Sinecure of Moonlight, by Charles Carreon

Poor petals,
You have lost your blossom --
Unfortunate leaves,
You have lost your places on the Tree.
Upright, upon our feet,
We walk among the fleeing hordes
Blown by the killing wind. We find
the flushed corpses of blossoms
Rotting in wetness.
Our eyes reflect the color of the sky,
We are wrapped in the blanket of the wind,
We stand and watch the exodus of clouds,
Escaping over the horizon.
The abandoned shed,
tilting slightly on rotten beams
Affords sweet, if tenuous shelter,
The rickety walls showing splinters of light --
Nail and knotholes where the wind
Ventures probing fingers of transparent blue.
Here I could live
On a sinecure of moonlight,
On a stipend of grass,
Receiving remittances from sparrows,
Sleeping in old hay,
Reading the scraps of outdated dailies.
Watching the course of prolific summers,
Inhaling the splendor of moth-studded nights,
At last you might discover a road out,
Appearing like a mirage in the north wall --
Passing through, you might find yourself
At last among the migrating stars.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:28 am

Skull Behind Your Smile, by Charles Carreon

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   SKULL BEHIND YOUR SMILE --
FLOWERS IN THE SOCKETS OF
YOUR EYES
PLEASED TO MEET YOU
PLEASED TO DANCE
PLEASED TO PASS A BRIEF
ROMANCE
SKULL BEHIND YOUR SMILE
BUTTERFLY IN YOUR HAIR
GRASS STEM HELD IN YOUR
FINGERS
NOON BELL IN DISTANT CHAPEL
EMPTY FIELD
SKULL BEHIND YOUR SMILE.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:31 am

Slender Threads, by Charles Carreon

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The universe is held together by a
slender knot.
The message we write to succeeding generations
is written in finest script.
Whether it all breaks down to yes and no
in the end
we'll never know.
The writing will be the same.

In your thumbprint and your bellybutton
and your voice and the twist of your joints
There's a changing signature, owned of generations,
Impressed with changes wrought of union.
Someone poured acid on the world
and the threads got twisted.
The message is mangled.
We can't read the notes we made to our cells;
The delicate lines run as if tears
were distorting our vision.
Woman's the victim.
Her womb's a mischief machine.
She can't trust it anymore.
The universe is held together by a slender thread,
And life is more tender than we had thought.
Someone dumped garbage in the sea.
Someone went walking on the moon.
Someone took a sheet of paper and made
a list of names they didn't know,
And the fragments of lives went falling
into the fire like scraps of paper
and tatters of old clothes.
Someone cashed a check at the bank.
And someone opened the drainpipe on a
sludge-spattered truck
And watched the poisoned liquid flow
into the swamp, into the water,
into the ambiguous night.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:33 am

Smoky Night, by Charles Carreon

It's a smoky night,
with the wind blowing cool
and scented with
some forest burning
off north of the horizon.
 
Country nights,
that's the way it is.
Moon rising and slowly
taking a panoramic view
of all below.
From her level it must
seem immense.
Summer wind
blows windbells
leaving behind
tangles of melody.
 
August '94, Colestine
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:33 am

Smug Pig, by Charles Carreon

Bricks of delusions
Made of the clay of form
And the straw of conceptions
Fired in the kiln of no compassion
Make a very solid house
Into which the Big Wrathful Wolf
of Liberation
Can't get in.
Not by the hair
On my chinny chin chin.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:34 am

Soldier, by Charles Carreon

If the beginning of the earth
were to happen again today,
My Goddess,
I would serve you well.
 
Time drags at our feet,
and the millenial roll of the stars
Lays a stilling hand upon our thoughts;
Our eyes do not always recognize each other.
Later, in a moment of remembrance,
We will find ourselves, too late.
 
I bust loose in this world,
without a watch to tell me time
I drift. My eyes bleed,
they bleed straight from the heart.
 
I bury my knife to the hilt in concrete.
I look at you -- your deal --
you deal me the Ace of clubs.
I give you swords,
You offer me cups.
I wander all the streets at night to fill you up.
 
There is no dealer.
I break at the moment of violence,
I laugh at the instant of joy,
I bring you the fruits of the earth
in the hour of labor when the sun goes
down amid the cries of babes
surrendering at the breast.
This is my testament --
All that I have gathered in my sinful hands.
For you, my Goddess, have I sinned,
and conquered heathen lands.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:36 am

Somebody's Wearin' A Skull Necklace, by Charles Carreon

Somebody's wearin' a skull necklace
'round the place 2-nite,
She's dancin' in the moonlight,
shinin' mighty bright,
She's dancin' dressed in scarlet,
under the dim barlight.
No one knows why she does it,
her smile is so sincere,
But when lips curl back
and canines snap
Even grown men fear,
Becuz somebody's wearin' a
Skull necklace tonight,
A girl so sweet is rarely seen
by those with human sight,
Yes somebody's wearin' a
Skull necklace tonight,
and if you wanna dance with her
Be sure you treat her right!
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:37 am

Sorcerer, by Charles Carreon

Slip click drop shell into chamber
Turn pull trigger
Take you out fathersucker
Don't know where you came from
Why you won't die
But tell you what
You'll have to stamp
this nigger's ass "DEAD"
Before I eat one tiny piece
Of your shit.
Your spell book's so long
I get tired just reading one page of it,
Still sometimes I'd like to
cut a deal with you and get
the skinny on how, where, what, why
and oh what the hell
It's outta the question
like Saddam Hussein trying
to buy a Patriot missile,
Just not gonna happen now is it.
So, there's no way to learn
but to go rounds with you
and I've done it ...
Your tiny signature,
Your perfect arguments,
Your "we'd be pleased,"
Your acid pen,
But I surprised you, didn't I?
I surprised you when I got so crazy
and so disciplined
When I hopped your barbed wire
and my witnesses laughed at your face
And money meant shit
When fire and lead fed the day
Sweet combat --
My boot kicking down your door
Pointing that muzzle
Pulling that trigger --
Ooh, that had to hurt.
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:39 am

Spring, by Charles Carreon

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spring
she comes with a clear snap,
like an icicle breaking
 she's pretty
 
the cold tingles her cheeks
 
there's dew on her young breasts,
small like budding roses
 
when sunlight comes
her eyes are clear skies
she'll let you kiss her
gently
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Postby admin » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:41 am

Stranger Destination, by Charles Carreon

I've got a stranger destination,
Behind the locked code
Of your eyes,
And the means of infiltration,
Besides.
When I want you,
It's not because of
Anything I've ever known before,
It sparks and flies
Over the darkening skies,
And there are a thousand choruses
Singing in your eyes,
Besides.
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