MADMENS CALLING: pOetRy

An Addict goes beach Sunbathing

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from ground level where I'm lying the heat waves are rising
up off the ripples of sand
continuous waves crashing competes with the cries of seagulls
and the yelps of brave swimmers as their skin is doused with salty
ice water
I glance at my watch, only 45 minutes on my stomach
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subconscious illusions of tawny seamless brown skin propels me to continue supine
crystally sand is hot
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I don't seem to be turning any immediate shades of dark
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4 hours later I shake myself off and head home
I could've stayed longer
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with the sea 5 miles behind me I begin to feel an ardent burn
the waves of heat once eminating from the sand are now coming of my entire body
the next day I spend on my stomach, back slathered in honey salve
popping advil and reflecting that I sunbath like I got high
uncontrollabley
unable to measure doses and exposure
have I learnt my lesson? My skin hopes so.
I'll only know by living
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Inspirationalobservational
Highlights
born from a navigating eye

1st
Watching a snail
extend it’s green slimy body
out if it’s shell
to take a bold drink
from
a
water filled depression in the sidewalk

2nd
catchin’ sight of a potato bug
ably carrying the carcass
of a worker ant
in one of it’s
eight nimble legs


3rd
pausing
to curiously witness myself
rise from my task at hand
walk to the mirror
and proceed to seek out, decide upon, tug at
1 mm hairs until a translucent bulbous root
is extracted
the inky black tip staring back at my pupils




4th
halting mid cackle to hush my brother’s passive aggressive mumblin’ ‘bout me being too loud, then
inhaling and exhaling a prayer for his arrested development

5th
pushing and sifting
through the RUSH of commuter thoughts,
electromagnetic fields,
could-would-should BE’s
in an effort to palpate
the innocent origins of my
compulsions and
bask in the glow of
my strategies for survival
childhood attempts to rekindle
inner joy
a long silken thread
knotted and frayed but
intact from beginning to end

6th
seven
seven year skin and alveoli cell
regeneration
seven year itching the metaphysical, earthly,
and cosmic influenced individual human changes,
seven centers of corporal energy divinely tuned
from clit to third eye
before knocking on the door to enlightenment
the eighth chakra
crown of the head
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the professional Self

“the most liberating and cleansing snapshots of May 2005’s waxing moon”

• Painting my breasts in cool oil brush strokes
of brick red and school bus yellow and muraling silhouettes of nipple on aged wood

Sun dressed in passing clouds
cool breeze on tear streaked cheeks,
lips and tongue tasting.
“rebellious emotions”
I jump into the saltwater swimming pool at my feet
imagining I’m wading through my own tears .

Dario
As he adjusts to the air surrounding him
wiggling to fill his lungs, fists rooting in front of his face,
his former womb is empty of life elixir
contracting in response to his cries.

writing now IS

a shoulder shakin
wet revivin
succession of sneezes
from the soul

knew I felt something tickling
but couldnt force it out
until the air hit me the right way

my senses are buddin and bloomin
as ever and more
at 32.

majoring in ME, Rebeca

THere once was a girl in me lost under an ocean of pints buried in fields of mind altering greens almost obliterated by believing what I felt was in fact what WAS a splinter of life cast upon my open bald scalp seeping through and oygenating nerves and blood primordial screams, pain, strain and finally a miraculous rebirth to an urban street yet un-named was where I found her. Huddled in a garbage strewn windy corner, hand extended, ready to be saved and play and dance again. HERE we are, together in this very moment, the only thing I really possess. My breath in this moment.