futile mess.age

poetry is useless.
when one can't create.
without destroying the hands that build.




and building is overrated.
creation like childsplay. ugly features.
and mismatched melodies. there is no beauty
to corrupt. because the breakdown
leaves us all wanting more. more. more.
and when the ink dries.
the poet is just another person.
tearing themselves apart.

and the parts hit paper floors
disintigrating and
the truth bleeds
free verse with a fee,
foolish and the backlash burns
these words are
problems
that stanza asks and doesnt tell
there is no reason to make sense when
this "art" gives
less to make it from.

mismatched muse is bottleneck nonsense
the pen is a broken time machine
the multplicity misfiring melts expression
it just
thins
and frays

and the edges burn like fire never could.
paper cuts that make war crimes
look meaningless. and it's easy to ask oneself
if it's easy to ask anything.
when the paintings aren't made of oil.
and the writing
goes down the spine.

like a spoonful of sugarcoated lead.
nothing goes down easier when it's based on assumptions
and degredation is the key. to hearts and stone.
when the world keeps spinning. spinning
like silk-woven words. call me picasso
because I can't see in anything but fractures
and my pen is bloody nail.

this poetry is a bloody mess.

this bloody mess forces
wounds into metaphors
making inches reek of miles making
smiles out of a thousand cleverly placed
frowns
this chokehold finds me
rubbing the pages together until letters
fade and fold suggesting
smears are something and
years of nothing spewed from rock hard
fingertips, hold together.

like holding hands of hand-me-downs
fractured frowns and something like a pen to the temple.

seeping ink and dreaming in words
like a false idol of the world. it's time to
burn burn burn the pages of these notebooks
and say it's never enough to just hope.
becuase hope is like writing. when you've broken your lead
and you're just scratching the paper
and I like my hands as bloody
as my metaphors.
when I speak on supernovas.
and I hope I can still taste the ashes
of the holes I leave behind

call this bag of tricks magic,
my words are illusions.

this paper is a verb woven tophat that
releases scared smoke-blind hares
slamming into the mirrors with
rhyming crashes, their empty bodies
fall ragdoll in a mound of shattered deception.
every trick of this trade is sacrifice
every time
i'm left with a deck of deuces muttering
pick a card...

muse wells up like bile, sour
i wretch and heave, tasting sorrow twice as bitter
shotglass romance. this poetry leaves a vile aftertaste
as I vomit ink.
and create this.

this.


this fucking mess.





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a collab, by King_Crazy_Dave and Six-Out

• On Wednesday, May 23, 2007, Liz (341) wrote:
  
  feels like coming home
  
  
• On Sunday, May 20, 2007, carlosjackal (1804) wrote:
  
  Loved it....the madness sprawled out in a mess beyond a mess, excruciating images in words desperate to fit a melody. Excellent collab. by 2 top DP poets. -Carl
  
  
• On Sunday, May 20, 2007, Bast (833) wrote:
  
  beautiful, painful, raw, exposed. you two are incredible, but you knew that. and... ::hug::
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, glasshouse (702) wrote:
  
  I knew from the beginning this had to be both of you. Well written. Very poignant. Raw. Good job guys. -Jes
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, verablue (139) wrote:
  
  a mess perhaps....but a quite exquisite mess.
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, Anth (1441) wrote:
  
  though it is a very different kind of poetry than I tend to I like. I've read everything you two have posted. I didn't realise it was a collab at first. but I recognise jons voice in this.
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, Anth (1441) wrote:
  
  this was a great collab in that it was completelty different. it stood its own away from your individual styles. I certainly found it challenging. confident and forceful.
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, sIo (796) wrote:
  
  what the fuck.
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, Army Barbie (397) wrote:
  
  My initial reaction too. Word vomit?
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, Army Barbie (397) wrote:
  
  Yeah, leave it up to Jon and Dave to write together. Good job guys. Dave...fuck you. Jon...I love you boy! Hehehe
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, Spiritus_Frumenti (366) wrote:
  
  i like this poem, even when the imageries and words used were a little confusing. there was also an oddness to the way the verses were distributed within each stanza. i like the feeling, though. i understand what you guys were trying to say. -l-
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, blue (1607) wrote:
  
  umm, that first stanza made no sense at all.
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, Six-Out (1623) wrote:
  
  And that's how greatness is made.
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, King_Crazy_Dave (360) wrote:
  
  you saw it here first folks.
  
  
• On Friday, May 18, 2007, Dancing_Monkey (1561) wrote:
  
  Yeah a midget stole my hat to.. Great collab you fuckers