Falling Mid-Air, Not a Starry Care

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A BETTER LOVE MACHINE

August 7, 2026 Dear Victoria Secret, Inmate #09204 Alcatraz Penitentiary I don't care about your hair color the everyday of your yesterdays the pretty orange/red tulip you drew in your prison cell. Or whether hiccuping does or doesn't make you horny. I found a new girl A better love machine. Goodbye, Johnny Never (Again) Postscript: I’m that time machine 760 BCE Greek past days, amaze plays onto my craft Venus embarks - sparks we get wetty and sweaty on the console Starry space racing past we climax, share a cigarette gluttonously swig crushed wine crazy laugh and middle finger the universe goodbye.

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Serene sunset Drowns out Yesterday's mood Touch of notion Begets evening blues Skydancer ballroom Entices my creative juice Dancing juniper berries Congregate with my ethereal brevity Wishing upon a little star Drifted away in partial theory Waiting for a special envoy Arriving in studded regalia Spreading the faint news In tepid lukewarm artistry Reported clarification Needed to speak freely Relinquished personal views Become the anticipated cover story Written in jet black ink To be sure it will be seen On display my life in fury Innovative refresh Gives renewed hope Along my orbital trajectory Destined visionary Recalls upcoming soliloquy Fated directional rays Intersect on interplanetary byways A slip in my composure Gives a glimpse into love's mainstay Blue greenish eyes Carry the weight of reverie Unfulfilled pipe dreams On bucket list envied Unable to complete Unless in a hurried frenzy Tick tock by the galaxy Counting backwards To redo a rebellious personality Persona non grata Uninvited sculptural antenna Listening in on my poetic license Stealing away my delicate sentiments Pegged from the onset For rapid exposure to the elements Chronicling in scraps of journals Differentiated opinions On the status of my residuals Recycled from the Polaroids You covet in refurbishment Exacting in intellectual specifics Careful not to release in approval Finishing each taxing edit A constant tug and pull On the articles to be published Piece by enlightened piece I am affixed aboard the panels To be studied in full scrutiny Determined to examine in variables A remnant of a public spectacle Leftover potluck to go with my editorial Posthumous proverb I subtly implied On a abnormally fine print byline A collide with a infinite source Allows for a autobiographical quote Summing up the finalized notes Brokered contract enforced After firmly planting my signature Basking claps in absentia Spellbound my imminent departure Allowing for rewrites in the hereafter Kept from my ghostly sight In case of hazardous punctures Frail in the jotted framework Encapsulating forgotten drafts Forging a change in the interlude That shaped my crowning hours In the dimness of melted candlelit flowers

Jessica Bahr

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Most Wanted: The Life of a Literary Outlaw

In literary circles

My name is outlawed

In actuality, it is Chris Roberts

I’ve written a book review or three -

Counting again, its hundreds and hundreds

Writing is not earth shaking, it is incidental

it can be produced anywhere, anytime

during an earthquake or in solitary confinement

at Sing Sing Prison – even underwater

all that is needed

is an absolute insincerity of words.

Note: This link is an article from the magazine “Business Insider.” It heralds my exploits as the most prolific and poetic book reviewer in internet history:

One Of Amazon's Worst Trolls Has Written 276 Negative Reviews, Mostly In Verse

Chris Roberts is a prolific troll on Amazon, having written 276 negative (mostly one-star) reviews, since late 2010.

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Chris Roberts: The Most Prolific Book Reviewer In Internet History

[christeight]

Most Wanted: The Life of a Literary Outlaw

In literary circles

My name is outlawed

In actuality, it is Chris Roberts

I’ve written a book review or three -

Counting again, its hundreds and hundreds

Writing is not earth shaking, it is incidental

it can be produced anywhere, anytime

during an earthquake or in solitary confinement

at Sing Sing Prison – even underwater

all that is needed

is an absolute insincerity of words.

Note: This link is an article from the magazine “Business Insider.” It heralds my exploits as the most prolific and poetic book reviewer in internet history:

One Of Amazon's Worst Trolls Has Written 276 Negative Reviews, Mostly In Verse

Chris Roberts is a prolific troll on Amazon, having written 276 negative (mostly one-star) reviews, since late 2010.

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Interplay

And they came

stirring the air with busy wings

swirling all about me

in dance and a song

asking that I stay with them

forever

and I do

the cicadas

my musicians, my friends

my new world.

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The Tenth Muse

And there was Sappho

her lyrical love poetry

elevated

by its sublime sensuality

she inhaled the erotic

and spit out ferociously

that was not to her liking.

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Permit the haze In its slippery mists Huddled umbrellas For what equates Into sprinkles glimpsed Cleansing in soft scent Fissures of sorrowful episodes Hosting the magnitude of regrets Societal terms per chance Delivered without consent Looking up to the universe Through the clouded descent Droplets hit my eyelashes Luxurious in come hither moments Bashful to my vulnerable aspect Aware of the mouth dropped stares Facing my troubled stance Closing my eyes as I stand Underneath the neon lights Spotlighting in caricature Chameleon shifted awareness Masking heartbreak worthy of rivers Downcast by the rickety docks Shifting my focus from the watering hole A place akin to a faulty mirage Now my equal aversion Yet the faces remain Set to invasive implore Causing me to seek in assertion Permission through the beckoning door Order a gin and tonic While tapping my fingers to the music Allowing yesterday to slip away Unperturbed by the glances that sway Keeping my fragility buried Till the next serene sunrise Oh why do I tempt fate It's appointment sternly pointing Reminder to mind the beginning Lest I slip under the tow of the waves Barely grasping the needed tenacity Till the skies part to blaze the sun Filling my body with strength Standing tall in the grips of adversity Erasing the hopes of inquiring persons To know who I actually am Beneath the guise of storied addictions Sobriety in its clutched forgiveness Lending it's hand on this illicit pavement Rooting me to the glares of 3am agony Waiting, hoping in bated breath To not repeat my visceral history Boring into me inscrutable Like fried eggs on Sunday morning Crispy on the edges Sgnifying danger signs Full of my quaint dichotomy Oh the torture of wistful thinking Wondering if I can sustain the grip Preservation from your soothing infractions That blur the pleasantries of polite interactions Into a blueprint for my elusive nature Refuse to fall again into the well of disaster Taunt me while I turn my back Choosing my precious sanity Over your lack of respect Transferring numbness To the bottle you offer Symbolic in gesture Today you exist Only in the depths Prior to current events Opening my durable psyche To create absent crippling resent

Jessica Bahr

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Love Frenzy

An archaic symbol passes for love

fractious voices rise up and deny this

and those adored to the brink of madness

still believe.

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Alfred Hitchcock: An Ode

1950-Something

Mostly a terror in black and white

He shows the farmers grain sheets

agriculture brochures, glad handing and smiling

his eyes warm, he slaps them on the back

but what he is really selling is himself

and why he blew into town out of nowhere

a stranger on a killing spree.

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What got you smiling so handsomely😊?? I would really love to know

It's a mystery.

[christeight]

The Fabled Night

In the dark, my sister and I

sneak behind the tool shed

we reach up and save orphan stars 

to later tuck them under our bed covers

illuminated, we joyfully dance electric-night 

the cosmos racing above our stirring figures.   

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Beautiful in the Daylight

A Christopher Roberts sighting

Oh my god, she sighs…

He is beautiful in the daylight

Please bring on the night

So that he is brought to me starry in my tonight

A chiseled physique and blue, blue eyes.

[christeight]

Hi! I hope you’re having a beautiful day.

No question here, just wanted to thank you for leaving a comment on my poem ‘Torsion’ in the poetry community. You’re actually the first tumblr-user to do so.

I’m actually quite new to this whole thing so you can imagine the thrill I got when I saw someone interacting with something I wrote.

Thank you!!

Hello, thanks for getting in touch and you're quite welcome.

You have talent and I look forward to reading more of your work. I post poetry too. I hope you're having a good weekend, i just got home from biking. I love to exercise, it keeps me fit.

Best,

Christopher

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A Bouquet of Shimmering Skies

Oh, my flock of lovelies

I match you, tear for tear

I am the Patron Saint of the Swan People.

We are soaring to windy castles

circling, we make our descent

graciously, we bring the bright sky down with us.

So that the townspeople

might see one another more clearly, lovingly

and the day of their annual festival might last longer.

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Oblivion

I am a bastardized construct

proof-proof:

In tandem with oblivion causal ratios

I calculate quantifying hierarchical tasking rates

in the frontal lobe.

The results:

Soul as Cult of One - as Cult of Crescendo

Devastation Factor multiplied by Kingdom Come  

affirmation of nonexistence status

ruinous, I am ruined, now inert

“I” is “it” - as it once was.

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Sun Crucified

Stars misaligned, madness assigned

mental illness is not the “genius” artist

it is paper-thin self

only the outlier, made out in silhouette

can rewire, fire, cognition.

And so, so very sadly so…

I dismantle, reassemble the moon

and build a grotesque, lunar casino

very nearest the edge

of sun crucified desert.

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Love, A Way Back

Love on the edge

Of goodbye

A way back

Flesh to flesh

We lean into each other

We sigh into each other

Two body state

Acts of intimacy exploratory

And displayed true love achingly.