pp d'caca

Poetry, Prose & the occasional rant.

[ppdcaca]

[ppdcaca]

pp d'caca @ legendary Alice Bag I ♡ her!

[ppdcaca]

The wind through your hair

Morning sun a rising flame “Comin’ down again” softly within earshot Gray dawn breaks as if to proclaim

Another grinding day exactly the same Your hair ‘cross the pillows a Gordian knot Morning sun a rising flame

The irony is no-ones to blame That some dreams come to naught Gray dawn breaks as if to proclaim

Interrupting sleeps soft refrain The news of what the whirlwind wrought Morning sun a rising flame

Another pawn in your game A simple stooge that you’ve bought Gray dawn breaks as if to proclaim

The wind thru your hair casts a shimmering frame That pierces my soul more often than not Morning sun a raising flame Gray dawn breaks as if to proclaim

[ppdcaca]

Do you still use a spoon to cook? Pop a vein, slide toward midnight Catalog all you’ve forsook

Why this apparent anomaly shook Raving mad without insight Do you still use a spoon to cook?

Not caring how or why or where to look To find the source and hold it tight Catalog all you’ve forsook

A laundry list in your notebook Till the next orgasmic flight Do you still use a spoon to cook?

To let yourself off the hook And stop this wanton blight Catalog all you’ve forsook

Buried deep in a special nook Ravaged soul, eternal fight Do you still use a spoon to cook? Catalog all you’ve forsook.

The density of stars rolled back in your head With the last gleaming gasp of breath Dark matter makes up your bed

Conjure up bright gold from lead Which casts a light to illumine your death The density of stars rolled back in your head

And all the thoughts from which you’ve fled racing through your veins like meth Dark matter makes up your bed

A sarcophagus when your stone dead As Duncan murdered by Macbeth The density of stars rolled back in your head

Pitiful sorrows that bleed bright red Forgotten like Cain’s brother Seth Dark matter makes up your bed In your grimorie every spell that’s said Begins with the second letter, Beth The density of stars rolled back in your head Dark matter makes up your bed

[ppdcaca]

The wonder of night is upon us...

[ppdcaca]

The wonder of night is upon us Planets revolving round the sun Dust mites float down sunbeams Twirking metaphysical dreams Formed from the mind of John Dunne The wonder of night is upon us The planets mingle and cuss As closer and closer they run Dust mites float down sunbeams The starstuff all matter streams Planets conjoined as one The wonder of night is upon us So what's all the fuss? The ancients awe we shun Dust mites float down sunbeams The brighest light, a heavenly scheme A new age has begun The wonder of night is upon us Dust mites float down sunbeams

[ppdcaca]

Raven haired Medusa locks A dimple when bright eyes shine Freddie Mercury crooning

Sends me out of my mind swooning Your beautiful countenance so fine Raven haired Medusa locks

I wait in vain for soft door knocks Stewed, pickled in lovesick brine Freddie Mercury crooning

I lay awake softly spooning An empty homesick stein Raven haired Medusa locks

Sprawled abed in just my socks Lost in a mournful whine Freddie Mercury crooning

Remembering my hopeless mooning Bohemian Rapsody in my blood line Raven haired Medusa locks Freddie Mercury crooning

[ppdcaca]

The worst of it is the longing Waiting as you shashay around the bar The purfume whafting round my head It's never the same never belonging Round around morning star The worst of it is the longing The scent of you in my bed How you sleep always prolonging The purfume whafting round my head My lips caress your hair brick red Your freckles stars in the dawning The worst of it is the longing The crowds are all thronging Around the stage patrons drop dead The purfume whafting round my head I wait alone till I'm free falling Waiting for words you've never said The worst of it is the longing The purfume whafting round my head

[ppdcaca]

The demons inside every man A piercing wound spurts water and blood That salted earth a downward slide Covering up the hole inside Was the blind man cured with mud? The demons inside every man Pounds his soul to crystalline sand pulverized used up wasted crud That salted earth a downward slide Till there is nowhere left to hide Can a wounded sapling ever bud? The demons inside every man Naw at the roots whenever they can Or drown it in a vast flash flood That salted earth a downward slide How can I stop this demon tide? Plug the dam before I scud? The demons inside every man That salted earth a downward slide.

[ppdcaca]

The last time I looked in your eyes Thunder rumble dark gray dawn Was it tears or rain on your face? Forever lost in your embrace I wake up to find you gone The last time I looked in your eyes I found the world beneath blue skies Our love bright pearls for you to pawn Was it tears or rain on your face When you left without a trace? Tragedies that we spawn The last time I looked in your eyes I felt your breath, murmured sighs A pirouette by the black swan Was it tears or rain on your face? My only thought the saving grace I won't end up prostrate on your lawn The last time I looked in your eyes Was it tears or rain on your face?

[ppdcaca]

Nigredo

The world comes to an end every second exploding bursting commotions paradoxical counter-intuitive absurd. Every second a finite spasm ejaculates in a profound trajectory side-stepping the time it takes to die. The world minute and infinite ends in a hiccup a slight slender temblor every girl and boy thrown from a swing. What do we know of hydraulic brakes? squealing wet pavement? an airbag? the angel Gabriel? The blood needed to live refined and boiled in the crucible reveals black sticky sweet and putrid tar. Ancients in their grimoires wrote of these things: time as a fluid babbling. a shift toward perception. Will thrust skyward.

[ppdcaca]

Skid Row

Skid row outside my door Lonely shufflin’ down the street A never ending war Stomach rumblin’ in defeat Rich man purchases his pleasures Feels emptiness inside Take more elaborate measures So that his soul can hide Neil said that only love can break your heart But it’s the lack that rips us apart The rest of us go wanting Takes more to fill our plate An existential haunting Will we wake up before too late? A cold winters gonna blow An idiot wind to clean the slate A spectral scythe to cut us low Can this truly be our fate? Neil said that only love can break your heart But it’s the lack that rips us apart

[ppdcaca]

The Royal We

The DSM IV the great catalog of aberrant behaviors sifting, labeling, dividing all the quirks and maladies hidden submerged in the human heart opines the multifarious faults that humankind can succumb. Grave goods surround the corpse: a coral reef, a ladle, a deep water drill. the scapegoats blood washes clean

[ppdcaca]

fatwa

Betrayal and enlightenment antifreeze and blood an attitude of pity a spider hole tortured humiliated and transcendent bitterness. rancor. resentment. Blues and delusional content plastics and prayers warm breath on neck fundamental global war distant barking lacerated moon and bright north star murder. mangle. mar. Love and fear loathing and acceptance bodily omniscience the scent of scorched earth A rank Bodhisattva Allah. Shiva. Yahweh. retail merchandising and the hum of the city priority mail and the temple mount crescent moon, north star moog synth with electric sitar weather beaten lost and alone stoned, prostrate and pissed blasted. blind. blitzed.

[ppdcaca]

the Prison of Biology

From the prison of biology good night karaoke the news at ten local and late breaking everything that has been thought has been worked mulled over done the head of Frederico Garcia Lorca on a plate after Salome danced before the seven days war the veils the dervish the infidel which is opposite of knowledge post-historical pre-apocalyptic post-informational exquisite and tremendously enthusiastic. this is where I dwell: with delicious roast beef thinly sliced. <

[ppdcaca]

Pome (after Jack Spicer)

You want me to be As constant as spring Predictable as moonshine A rooted tree … Are we dancing? Embraced in our mutual obsession I acquiesce to your whims You intuit my needs Until both are satisfied. You've lost my secret As intimate as the sweat I lick from your belly, As close as the hairs on your neck Tickled by my tongue The humid night. Your soft ragged breath. If we were machines Our defective parts Could be replaced easily.

[ppdcaca]

Poverty

Wondering aloud Walking down the street Underneath a cloud Nothin’ much to eat Why is it a crime Being destitute Without a single dime Pockets drained of loot? Bustin’ ass all day Doesn’t pay the rent Or keep the bills at bay That’s the workin’ poor’s lament The shrinking middle class Those making decent wage Can barely afford gas! Or live in a gilded cage The selfishness of men Conjures up the grim reaper Time and time again …. But, are we not our brother’s keeper?