fragment
naturally i dream
when the sun beats
like a pelt against
my window screen
______________
__________ hence
i am not octagonal
over two decades in the making. a timeshifting autobiographical poetry collage w/photography. a diaristic, nearly "daily writing" (ad)venture. new pieces are posted most days.. **new and in progress** -- recordings of each poem are being added. these are read by the author & posted to each poem's page. --Del Ray Cross (contact delraycross at gmail)
Friday, July 31, 2020
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
mmcmxcix
The Container
My head is more than
full .. is more than full
of the most awkward
fruits. The ones from
lands too far away to
even imagine when
these gem-colored
fruits have come
such a distance
just to lodge
themselves
inside of a
skull that
mathem-
atically
cannot
even
confine
a single
misshaped
eccentricity,
even if it were
otherwise a dry
and empty shell,
within its con-
tainer, which,
long after I
am no longer
one with its
physicality,
will appear
perhaps right
here, as if a
moth-eaten
rag of a mask
that would
not cover
but a much
tinier head
than the
one it does
now, drops
not cover
but a much
tinier head
than the
one it does
now, drops
like a man
in a suit
from the
top floor
of a sky-
scraper,
in dizzy,
slow-mo-
tion ex-
in a suit
from the
top floor
of a sky-
scraper,
in dizzy,
slow-mo-
tion ex-
haustion,
until its
puffed
chin
sound-
lessly
stops
in the
in the
middle
of my
chest,
jarring
what’s
inside
my head
such that
an uncomf-
ortable cur-
rent gives
my spine
a hyper-
spastic
jumble
that
climbs
like a
rolling
quake
up my
back
but
just
to
edu-
cate
my skull
full of awk-
ward fruit
about con-
finement
and prison;
of min-
imal
rights
and
slavery.
And they
(my skull,
its con-
tents)
in turn
force up-
on me the
on me the
keenest
most fer-
ocious
percep-
tion, an un-
derstand-
percep-
tion, an un-
derstand-
ing of the
universe
and its
collect-
ive mig-
raine.
All this
trans-
pires
here,
in my
solitary
home,
which,
appro-
priately
enough,
is about
the size
of a
common
coffin.
Monday, July 27, 2020
mmcmxcviii
Fireball (a codespondence)
you’re wearing sainthood so well!
and you’re lookin’ pretty smooth
you’re wearing sainthood so well!
and you’re lookin’ pretty smooth
yourself.
but i don’t feel silky. like, at all.
i guess that’s relatable.
let’s be real, though. you’re
at present, i am not so sure.
maybe there wasn’t a joke after all.
well aren’t you just a hot slice of scruff ...
you know, sometimes you really get me.
uh huh.
didn’t you suggest a …
kapow!
what, it’s the apocalypse already?
not sure. but i definitely
[rimshot. darkness. apocalypse.]
but i don’t feel silky. like, at all.
you mean like a marshmallow?
hey. that’s a peanut butter cup to you,
hey. that’s a peanut butter cup to you,
mister.
well aren’t you the persnickety
well aren’t you the persnickety
whippersnapper all of a sudden.
that is correct, sir.
no worries, then.
there never are any, sir.
like a thicc marshmallow smoothie
that no matter how hard you suck
you can’t even get a taste for like
30 minutes.
that’s right. you’re no dummy.
but ... my marshmallow has
there never are any, sir.
like a thicc marshmallow smoothie
that no matter how hard you suck
you can’t even get a taste for like
30 minutes.
that’s right. you’re no dummy.
but ... my marshmallow has
the memory of a goldfish.
i guess that’s relatable.
let’s be real, though. you’re
absolutely right. 30 minutes
is just not enough.
you …
you …
it needs to be unsuckable
for at least an hour and a half.
you are so totally …
you are so totally …
i am just an icon smoothie!
you’re so s&m!
whoopsie! but i was singing.
you’re so s&m!
whoopsie! but i was singing.
it's not exactly.... hmp. i bet you
own an actual leather whip that’s
twice as tall as you!
at present, i am not so sure.
kapow!
snap!
but that’s not really the point,
is it?
splash dunk!
snap!
but that’s not really the point,
is it?
splash dunk!
sizzle-izzle!
ka-chonk!
why don’t we take this whoopsie
kapow sizzle into the…
anyway, are we finished now?
but we’re on fire!
i may never have been in on
the joke, anyway. in fact,
why don’t we take this whoopsie
kapow sizzle into the…
anyway, are we finished now?
but we’re on fire!
i may never have been in on
the joke, anyway. in fact,
maybe …
aw come on! that doesn’t mean
that we need to be unsuckable
for an hour and a half!
aw come on! that doesn’t mean
that we need to be unsuckable
for an hour and a half!
maybe …
or what am i not getting?
maybe the joke’s always been
or what am i not getting?
maybe the joke’s always been
on me.
well.
i mean …
i still love jaden’s new song, though.
sigh. but i can only think of willow.
sigh. but i can only think of willow.
excuse me? i’m still having a funny attack
over here.
maybe there wasn’t a joke after all.
well aren’t you just a hot slice of scruff ...
stuck in a smoothie generation, no less.
who thinks he’s the butt of every joke.
don’t i know it
and there are a lot of joke butts out there.
don’t i know it
and there are a lot of joke butts out there.
let’s be real.
in reality …
in reality, we are all just stuck inside of an
in reality, we are all just stuck inside of an
excruciatingly long, tedious novel about
the one who gets the spotlight …
vs. the one who doesn’t.
you’re ever the
broken record, bub.
you know, sometimes you really get me.
uh huh.
didn’t you suggest a …
kapow!
uh huh.
now you’re talking. i mean.
now you’re talking. i mean.
well. you always talk.
uh huh.
but that will always be my favorite
hit! who’s got the handcuffs?!
what, it’s the apocalypse already?
not sure. but i definitely
know where you can get a
pair of ’em.
and i’m sure it’s a basement bargain,
to boot!
[rimshot. darkness. apocalypse.]
Sunday, July 26, 2020
mmcmxcvii
Saturday, July 25, 2020
mmcmxcvi
Bold Stroke
I have always said
that Mister Green-
jeans has a late
lunch with the
Stepford Twins
paints the times
with a rather
large brush.
I never knew
that such
broad
that Mister Green-
jeans has a late
lunch with the
Stepford Twins
paints the times
with a rather
large brush.
I never knew
that such
broad
general-
izations
izations
had Rocky
elope with
Bullwinkle
to (Viva!)
Las Vegas,
opened the
long-clogged
infrastructure
of vessels that
at some dim
point in mem-
ory made like
a traffic jam
in which for
a decade I
breathe and
the blood
doesn’t get
to my brain;
floodgates
that some-
elope with
Bullwinkle
to (Viva!)
Las Vegas,
opened the
long-clogged
infrastructure
of vessels that
at some dim
point in mem-
ory made like
a traffic jam
in which for
a decade I
breathe and
the blood
doesn’t get
to my brain;
floodgates
that some-
how man-
age to say
yes to no-
stalgia
again.
age to say
yes to no-
stalgia
again.
Sunday, July 05, 2020
mmcmxcv
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