Giving

I've given up longing
And trying for you
I've stopped all the weeping
It's now up to you
I'm here where I am
You've had all the rest
I offer you more
I offer the best

I've given up secrets
All told in the dark
I've given up holes
You plowed with your spark
And a tongue & a rim
You took it as well
I've given up sadness
I've given up hell

I think I am feeling
I think I am real
I think I am flying
I think I am steel
I've given up flying
I've given up me
I've given up longing
LET ME SET YOU FREE

cas // right this very second you read this, whoever you is

Locals Only.

Locals Only.

what a local guy knows

is what all the locals know

he's had them all once

and formed a florid tableau

he knew what to render

and I aligned just right

he came with all my wishes

and a petite Saint canine

PS

there's no hair bands allowed

at this show tonight

leave the synthetics at home

preacher teach you right

preacher reach you right

preacher reach you right

star-death

Star-Death

The crises mid-life. Its nearly over then you die.

The club tournament. Its much the loss to those you win.

Poppa's strong water. Hold you just a bit longer.

Boulder break the ice. Suck him up, and do him twice.

Verses mend the bridge. Bridges built where worlds spin.

Prick thumbs the kid. While lookin' at you where he is.

Some hazy for me. Borne of Mr Mystery.

Someone's gotta bleed. But then we all gotta come'tagree.

Pain is kissing fox. Then hiding in a Champa soapbox.

Boy is stalking juice. Then drinking all that juice from you.

Go down to the club. The Willow one where there's no love.

Did you think he cared? When growls growled and nostrils flared?

Here's a closed place now. Closed but still wanting in somehow.

Here is any color. And words never spoken from any one other:

TO EACH HIS OWN

HIS OWN HAIRY FUCKER

PLAUGED BY A THRONE 

TO FOREVER REMEMBER

THE FUCK THE CRUEL 

THE AWF THE FUL

THE BROKE THE DOWN

THE HORN THE BULL

TO EACH DARK-SKY

A STAR-DEATH IS BORN

WROUGHT WITH A TEMPER

THAT EXISTS TO WARN

of THE PISS THE PRINCE

THE BODY THE BLOOD

THE CROWN THE THORNS

THE GUISE UNDER HOOD...

...a dream to me...

christopheralexandersommers

tonight

Jettison

JETTISON

"He's easier to avoid," she said, 

"if you slip in a buxom wave,

jettison onto the levy, 

missing only a part of your brain."

Simply he stood,

on the right and the left.

was vertically challenged,

under mutter of breath.

"I know you," he said,

"like girls know their middle,

like sailors know moons,

and stars know their twinkle."

Flying through clouds,

he would watch while I'd burn,

over and under,

knowing I'd still return.

Things might be heard,

from the mouths of the strange.

Still-stranger still-fire,

when within range.

The sheaf of minds,

I hence whip into come,

be tufts become lights,

become steel beaten drum.

"An easy 'stake," she said,

"letting them make you cry:

the boys on the levy,

the boys humping dry."

A more difficult time,

as the bottom on top.

Horizontally American,

like acid gumdrops.

"I know you," he said,

"how the wind leaves your chest,

when I drive your direction,

and make wolves manifest."

Like girls know their flow,

and wounds know to gush.

Souls stricken stone,

and then being crushed.

Like sailors know skies,

and carnivores hunt,

jettisoned brains,

splayed on waterfront.

cas // 6/9/16

DIAMONDS Creaming

DIAMONDS Creaming, or:

Shooting Diamonds

Invading… Baiting… & the vibrating…

If I’m passed would you be life-saving…

Blind thing, sugar-fling, dapper’d owl creaming…

Could I cross religions for your ikon dreaming?

Trophy time on the belt and the chips all dealt

And the notches on the bed: I shoulda quit while I’s ahead

Stranding… Landing… three plus ten branding…

If I’m alone could I still call it standing…

Sweet thing, sweet cling, little ole flannel thing…

If I stick around can we make it to the morning?

It’s the pull of my want and the wait drawn out

Or the blade of that will in the skill of your cut

Mud-bathing… Obligating… yodel-ay-hee-haying…

If I’m stuck degenerating & tambourine playing…

Black sea, heart beam, beetle-green bottle gleam…

If I shot diamonds at least maybe then you’d see me?

Left prints with your paws and stretched out my jaw
Left a tiny bit of drizzle dripping right abouts the middle

It’s the shine of my light to the grim of your knight

And our mystic-ass dance on a pearly-white expanse

christopheralexandersommers
today