broken washing machine - original poem

 

broken washing machine

treated like

a stack of coins

repeatedly put through

the now out of service

broken washing machine

the fluorescent white

laundromat lights

pulsate overhead

as the coin return jams

just as one gives up hope

and smashes their hand

on the metal box stand

I roll out imputatively

of the tiny metal slide

and I ping onto the floor

taunting you to try once more

but I only get stuck

in a two coin jam

just as you only have

a few cents in hand

or mental sensibility left

to begin your washing plans

after so much effort

and after all the pre-poured soap

I leave you only

with dirty clothes

and take away your savings

crash and clank

into all the other coins

surrounding me

leaving you shaken

in pure frustration

with a month-old musty stink

you can only violently push

into 32 gallon trash bags

and haphazardly think

hoping the red tied bunny ear knot

will not break under the load

when you cross the busy street

to your hundred year old home

still slightly dusty

and slightly dirty

but an essential escape from the noise

no fearsome homeless looming

no gun wielding thugs playing with toys

just dogwalkers

and moonlight joggers

enjoying their westside paradise

floating in the aether

beside the rocky river coast

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16688678-broken-washing-machine-by-Colvet

New Book Coming with Sasha Logan - Addresses and Intersections!

That's right, a new poetry book is being compiled as we speak featuring 13 of my original poems from the last 4 years of writing and travelling around America and Canada a drifter and a scientist to earn a living.  Sasha's half has 15 poems based on Tucson, gangs and struggling to get out.  Sasha recently traveled all around America and we are blessed to be able to learn from his journey. For these reasons, we have decided to title the book Addresses and Intersections.

The entire book centers around the theme of traveling and growing.  I am honored to have been asked to be included in this book by one of my childhood friends who moved away from my hometown of Cleveland, OH many years back.  This book marks our reuniting as creatives, wanderers, and queer warriors through the traumatic experiences that life throws at us.

We are intending to publish the book on Amazon KDP with an intended release date of Halloween 2022.  Copies will be available on Kindle as well as in paperback.  Both Sasha and I will have physical copies available in our stores also if you don't want to deal with Amazon.  Cheers!

Link to Sasha's AP:  https://allpoetry.com/Sasha_Logan 

Link to Sasha's Youtube:  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLT7mBFsvCOPNXeM5RUC0y163h0DKT2l5S 

Have a great day!

dark war [way out] - original poem

 

dark war [way out]

in this state of brevity

we wield out weapons to the wind

and aim our arcane arrows

at the outsiders on the fringes

lurking and peering in

speeding down the mountainside

in horrid globs of goop

hoping to encapsulate us

in their mounds of putrid goo

so they may eviscerate our souls

with a trove of goblin eyes

who wield daggers and mace

held together in dark haste

but we will stand tall

and be sure not to cower

we must resort to our dead king's power

and try our defensive schemes first

but get bloody violent if we must

if retaliation is our only hope

for man never chooses war

it finds him when sleeping 

on park benches alone

as a man introducing himself

to the discarded ones in the brush

the handshake lasted too long

and the stare was too opposing

so it led the troops all wrong

and now all we can do 

is find a way out

we'll dig a pit into 

the centerfold of earth

within the gates of Beelzebub's Hell

and hope that we are spat out

from a cranky rusty manhole

somewhere in our king's old lands

above the catacombs of France

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16686914-dark-war--way-out--by-Colvet 

raisin whiskey sun - original poem

 raisin whiskey sun

nothing but chemical tanks

and old rusty grainers

missing a stable floor

no easy ride for us today

all the red boxcars are locked

even though there's nothing inside

our rocks reverberate too much

for them to be brimming and fat 

ah well - 

this steel snake

was pretty short anyways

we'll have to wait in the jungle

with our lassos willing

and ready to wrangle 

the bugger's bigger brother

heading toward the seaport

he should chug through

in a handful of hours

all in a day's work I presume

for now let's say cheers

ripening and pruning

in the radiant Californian

raisin whiskey sun

LINK:   https://allpoetry.com/poem/16684656-raisin-whiskey-sun-by-Colvet

moonbow - original poem

moonbow

breaking schisms

unravelling sigmoids

the fearful 

the loathsome

the isolated schizoid

he offers to not take any sides

rather burn it all down

into heaps of cosmic waste 

and film it with his outdated handycam

all from the sidelines

being sure to not interfere

simply catch the vibe

and ride in the wavepool

of it's silent reaction

and then fly off

into the crimson sky

using flacon eyes

to scour for another anomaly

to capture innocence

then rinse repeatedly

trailing the howls

heard in the corridor

of decaying urban sheets

following the odor of death

through dilapidated

gallivant library halls

always seeking the beginning

of humanity's deep dark plunge

into the briny ocean

of Satan himself

where the water's tonicity

is so high 

your body only

floats involuntarily

and the salt vapors

seep into your eyes

divesting you

of the green-fed sunshine

of your bloody martyr

and uninvited saviour

the one who died for your sins

and puked all over the walls

after handing you a load

as big as a double-stack

all for you to pull

and bear the forthcoming

of a creative isolation

and introspective existence found alone 

pushing the freight train of emptiness

along the steel tracks of death

following the shine endlessly

towards the kingdoms of light

barricaded and bordered

by the prevalent color elected into office

by the silent majority's voting habits

away from all the schisms

the arbitrary golden rules

and endless regulations

where the birds fly freely

without the burden of feathered wings

caring not of any drones

only fascinated with the mountains

and electric eel moonscapes

above the shrubby hillsides

akin to abandoned bones

covered in thick

grey molasses so sweet

its content exercises every limb

and he may attempt to wade through

and find any resemblance

of beams of color and white

like the crimson crystals

suspended in the ambient air

the jewels in the sky 

that you aimed to grasp

to leave the dark 

and disillusioning landscape

away from the pits of evil

and the darkness of pure night

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16670589-moonbog-by-Colvet

bloom - original poem

bloom

our defensive knights

guardians of goblins

and nightmarish giants

they know not

of human desires

and habitually-eased truths

or deceptive mantras told

to internally shake the jitters

they simply fashion their swords

under the imminent threat of evil

and the immensity

of danger's unholy bite

yet their armored plates

know not 

of the personal battles

of their allies and kin alike

we cannot ponder the mistakes

of our eulogized soldiers

who were slashed down

by other territorial men

who were scared but still scary

and willing to protect

the maggot-filled coffins

of the heroes from their steed

and the tactile defenders 

of their century-old homes

but we must forget not

that all chain mail

eventually loses a link

but like the sweet soft spot

in a newborn baby's skull

knowledge and love

paired with unconditional care

can desalinate any pond

can clear any code blue spills

we can make plants sprout anew

from their hibernating bodies

stuck in their roots

the woody hallways of fame

nutrients and fallen heroes

who know not 

of human desires

only the concept of re-birth

interconnectedness

the aspiration 

of starting anew

with deeply deposited 

hydrophobic residues

the Earth decided to leave us with

to learn something from

and to finally bloom

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16669001-bloom-by-Colvet

test subject - original poem

test subject

dried herbs

rotten crops

decaying corpses

jaws dropped

creaking window

open door

hellfire flames

beneath the basement

cellar door

brew the ashes

in toxic lethal gas

in ionic liquids

atop crystallizing glass

when it hardens

by the morningtime

it must taste nice

a frontal surge

of isolated orchid dew

but his body was prepped

now dropping invisibly

through the floor

melting and wiggling

past the solid floorboards

wallowing and aching

cowering in pain

your experiment's past its endpoint

suffering now

only for your fame

a silver bullet

dipped in Vicodin

and sulfuric acid

it's all that we can offer

it must do the job

aim for it's third eye

destroy the pineal gland

if your hit's successful

you should see a mist

of finely particled purple goo

that's how we know

that you've hit your target

and removed us from danger

from the psychopathic

test subject

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16667536-test-subject-by-Colvet