tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35401823945724374342023-06-20T07:25:42.446-05:00The BurrowCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-33087674563127165692011-11-06T04:19:00.001-06:002011-11-06T04:19:50.825-06:00There is no greythe burnt pucker kiss<br />
that once healed<br />
the smashed dollhouse<br />
and childhood<br />
poisons<br />
the same veins<br />
it once saved<br />
from becoming<br />
a bathroom puddle<br />
<br />
china white horse<br />
of a different color<br />
black rider now<br />
stampeding<br />
rather than<br />
carrying me away<br />
to a world<br />
devoid<br />
of the grey<br />
of SundaysCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-29937928466585124522011-11-06T04:18:00.003-06:002011-11-06T04:18:52.668-06:00Frayed Knots and Last WritesI sailed to my death<br />
but failed to die<br />
<br />
a small thing, really<br />
blown fuse<br />
Christmas light<br />
yet the whole tree<br />
goes dark<br />
<br />
I need to<br />
say good-bye<br />
dry the paint<br />
and tie the<br />
frayed knots<br />
<br />
but all ready<br />
too dead<br />
for last rights<br />
or<br />
writesCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-72920152759492273912011-11-06T04:18:00.001-06:002011-11-06T04:18:18.947-06:00Waiting for DischargeAnother sunrise<br />
sideways<br />
over I-35<br />
hanging precariously<br />
between life and death<br />
5 stories up<br />
<br />
Will it end this time<br />
by their hand or mine?<br />
An ill-meant<br />
miracle cure<br />
or miraculous<br />
resolution<br />
of the homeless<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
And I freely bleedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-55539788844655638232011-11-06T04:17:00.001-06:002011-11-06T04:17:02.237-06:00Lights; LeavingI suddenly<br />
care not<br />
for the<br />
left legacy<br />
I once<br />
envisioned<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
instead i long<br />
for quiet<br />
peaces fitting<br />
untethered<br />
unmedicated<br />
uncluttered<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
the chance<br />
not to rage<br />
as I am tired<br />
of fighting<br />
but to simply<br />
go gently<br />
into the dying<br />
of that good lightCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-29785205124727013872011-11-06T04:15:00.003-06:002011-11-06T04:15:46.252-06:00Effigydropped eves<br />
<br />
and obligatory mournings<br />
<br />
wear him down<br />
<br />
faster than the virus<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Catholic recovery<br />
<br />
a pleasing heart<br />
<br />
bind him<br />
<br />
to the bored<br />
<br />
and the healing water<br />
<br />
drip drip drip drip drips…<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
wall; paper<br />
<br />
shreds<br />
<br />
exposed brick<br />
<br />
and favorite acts<br />
<br />
in matching luggageCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-39868603033692186902011-11-06T04:15:00.001-06:002011-11-06T04:15:04.911-06:00Shotunbeknownst<br />
<br />
i traded it all<br />
<br />
for a PRICK<br />
<br />
[though i don't<br />
<br />
truly know<br />
<br />
even now<br />
<br />
which is<br />
<br />
FUCKING me]<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
my smile; my sight<br />
<br />
yanked and faded<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
my painter’s poet hand<br />
<br />
gnarled in roots<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
my spirit<br />
<br />
smashed and bent<br />
<br />
in a forgotten<br />
<br />
sooted spoonCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-67355230549803697052011-11-06T04:14:00.001-06:002011-11-06T04:14:26.810-06:00Fresh OutIt’s all ways<br />
<br />
all about you<br />
<br />
and your day<br />
<br />
of trivialities<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
going blind<br />
<br />
and dying<br />
<br />
i’ve dumped<br />
<br />
this room<br />
<br />
on end<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
searched beneath<br />
<br />
the plastic mattress<br />
<br />
and bottom<br />
<br />
of medicine cups<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
and nowhere<br />
<br />
can I find<br />
<br />
a FUCK<br />
<br />
to giveCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-1599852976257106372011-11-06T04:13:00.001-06:002011-11-06T04:13:33.063-06:0035 didn’t askher gash<br />
spattered<br />
lipstick red and<br />
a screaming<br />
bastard<br />
<br />
everything<br />
she never was<br />
or would be<br />
<br />
she found<br />
the nearest toilet<br />
but could<br />
not<br />
flush<br />
<br />
she should haveCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-40313419643665897502011-11-06T04:12:00.001-06:002011-11-06T04:12:58.286-06:00out on a [broken] limb?I still have<br />
both ears<br />
wholly<br />
and no one’s<br />
been shot<br />
<br />
though the<br />
rope<br />
from<br />
which<br />
i am<br />
<br />
hanging<br />
in there<br />
<br />
wants to be<br />
the noose<br />
in my own<br />
strange<br />
fruitCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-26044962293194064042011-11-06T04:11:00.004-06:002011-11-06T04:11:46.138-06:00JeffHe went swimming<br />
<br />
and died with his boots on<br />
<br />
They found his body<br />
<br />
But was it barefoot?<br />
<br />
Or did he take them with him<br />
<br />
when he left?Crayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-78689983243863702642011-11-06T04:11:00.001-06:002011-11-06T04:11:09.792-06:00And Counting…a claustrophobic’s nightmare<br />
inside my cell<br />
dwarfed<br />
by dog hair and don’t<br />
<br />
an eggshell ballet<br />
of blame<br />
as the clock ticks<br />
tarnished<br />
telling no time<br />
<br />
(doing nothing but biding)<br />
<br />
my bones stretch<br />
a body broken<br />
pulled<br />
in every direction<br />
but up<br />
<br />
and I long<br />
for the gutter<br />
a much preferred<br />
bed of sewage<br />
glittered glass<br />
and broken dreams<br />
<br />
and the stars<br />
i can no longer see<br />
<br />
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-23900988085909817662011-11-06T04:09:00.002-06:002011-11-06T04:09:45.031-06:00I want to beI want to be a poet<br />
<br />
I want that voice<br />
that roars out<br />
across space<br />
startles you<br />
scares you<br />
and kicks you<br />
in the nuts<br />
so hard<br />
it takes your breath away<br />
assaulted<br />
<br />
I want to be that force<br />
that leaves tears<br />
on your face<br />
before you<br />
even realize<br />
they’ve left your eyes<br />
<br />
I want to knock you<br />
to your knees<br />
bawling out<br />
screaming screeching<br />
teeming<br />
hell yesses and amens<br />
<br />
then lift you<br />
up<br />
goosebumped<br />
<br />
and gloried<br />
<br />
(with just my words)Crayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-63651887536408065112011-05-09T13:37:00.001-05:002011-05-09T13:38:35.408-05:00New Shit (It's been awhile.)sometimes it crumbles<br />
Katrina soaked rot<br />
in swimming piles<br />
of plaster<br />
betraying <br />
every molded brick<br />
black with fester<br />
each holding<br />
the other up<br />
beyond circumstance<br />
believable<br />
to tourist<br />
in bliss<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">______</div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">haunted</div><div style="text-align: right;">by the trees</div><div style="text-align: right;">of Chaparral</div><div style="text-align: right;">gone grey </div><div style="text-align: right;">and barren</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
and I wonder</div><div style="text-align: right;">what you see</div><div style="text-align: right;">as you watch me</div><div style="text-align: right;">dying</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
am I as faded </div><div style="text-align: right;">as I feel?</div><div style="text-align: right;">leaves falling </div><div style="text-align: right;">onto cracked earth?</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
or do you </div><div style="text-align: right;">recall me now</div><div style="text-align: right;">in the full bloom</div><div style="text-align: right;">when we fed</div><div style="text-align: right;">the ducks?</div><br />
©2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-7298329760100118312011-04-08T20:42:00.000-05:002011-04-08T20:42:29.814-05:00File: Printshe's obsessed<br />
with printing<br />
it out<br />
everything<br />
and nothing<br />
building some<br />
fucked up<br />
paper fortress<br />
of insanity<br />
useless trivia<br />
low fat healthy living<br />
with greasy fingerprints<br />
and ho-ho crumbs<br />
she'll never use<br />
or peruse<br />
but the click clack<br />
overtime hum<br />
of the printer<br />
drowns<br />
in thousands<br />
of dollars<br />
of ink<br />
killing more trees<br />
than<br />
consumerist communists<br />
trying desperately<br />
not to be forgottenCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-8405929088093465372011-03-30T14:36:00.003-05:002011-05-03T13:40:46.997-05:00When it snowssnow days<br />
waylaid<br />
on my own<br />
private<br />
Shutter Island<br />
I wonder how long<br />
I can dodge<br />
ball all<br />
these swings<br />
arcs barking<br />
mad<br />
on broken circled<br />
chains<br />
strains of pained<br />
childhood<br />
running rampant<br />
on<br />
that childless<br />
child's playground<br />
your madness<br />
fucking up<br />
down and under<br />
the bluests<br />
of skies<br />
and tries<br />
eyes darkened<br />
hearkening back<br />
to your<br />
days<br />
of self medication<br />
of whiskied shouts<br />
on the outs and<br />
prayers to a church<br />
hurt like<br />
babies<br />
should<br />
never feel<br />
from wounds<br />
that<br />
never<br />
heal<br />
and here you stand<br />
and demand<br />
your sanity<br />
in<br />
the false martyred<br />
palm<br />
of your hand<br />
stigmata<br />
non grata<br />
when all<br />
that really needs<br />
be done<br />
if anyone<br />
someone<br />
no one<br />
is to ever<br />
be fucking honest<br />
in this fun house<br />
family tree<br />
of broken branches<br />
last dances<br />
lost chances<br />
is to shove<br />
your pills<br />
down your<br />
thoat<br />
remove your<br />
self imposed<br />
St. Sebastian woe<br />
and let you<br />
swim<br />
in the moat<br />
of normal<br />
with the rest<br />
of your<br />
mother fucking<br />
crocodiles<br />
making crazy<br />
for a while<br />
so you see<br />
like me<br />
the world is not<br />
out to get you<br />
<br />
it can't get under<br />
the giant chip<br />
that boulder<br />
on your shoulder.<br />
<br />
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights. Reserved.Crayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-52045409744852290002011-03-22T11:27:00.001-05:002011-03-22T11:27:34.546-05:00Ponyboyat some point<br />
you would think<br />
i would<br />
learn<br />
the tune<br />
of the second fiddle<br />
<br />
hoops<br />
are not jumped<br />
for me<br />
but a thousand<br />
fucking ladders<br />
line Jacob's way<br />
on a wish<br />
and a whim<br />
<br />
so in shadows<br />
i'm still humming<br />
a melody<br />
i never hear<br />
here<br />
<br />
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-17430267741656786362011-03-22T11:19:00.004-05:002011-03-31T11:10:22.179-05:00sprung. traininga year ago<br />
i died twice<br />
<br />
lines flat<br />
splatted<br />
in a choke gag<br />
cough<br />
<br />
a cackle<br />
a dry heave<br />
of infection<br />
<br />
and began again<br />
<br />
now i eat<br />
dessert first<br />
<br />
deserting vindaloo<br />
in case<br />
the mariachi<br />
never plays<br />
the <br />
<br />
shut the fuck up<br />
refrain<br />
over salad<br />
<br />
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-42954357363265354062011-03-09T09:14:00.001-06:002011-03-09T09:14:22.067-06:00Waiting for Wednesdaythe vampires<br />
swarm<br />
hungry for the kill<br />
salivating <br />
for a mouthful<br />
of blood<br />
and being<br />
torches<br />
at the ready<br />
the infection<br />
feeding the perfection<br />
of broken <br />
looking glasses<br />
half full and smashed<br />
i mince<br />
not words<br />
but garlic <br />
stuffing<br />
your bellied<br />
heartaches<br />
into a manicotti<br />
of madness<br />
holding your head<br />
face down<br />
in the font<br />
cackling at<br />
your cacophony <br />
until the <br />
twitching stops<br />
and the<br />
witch's switch<br />
flips<br />
wins <br />
stamping out<br />
the ashes<br />
of your<br />
Wednesday<br />
<br />
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-83899870962317514072011-02-20T20:13:00.000-06:002011-02-20T20:13:05.085-06:00DashYou dragged me across<br />
your open wound<br />
adding salt to the pains<br />
your absence refused to give<br />
<br />
this mangled heart<br />
a sawed off blob<br />
of tangled<br />
butcher's meat<br />
you can have back<br />
<br />
it no longer beats<br />
for me<br />
or bleeds<br />
for you<br />
<br />
I rescind your<br />
Lucio love fest<br />
of spatter and gore<br />
<br />
bloodied valentines<br />
of rejected be mines<br />
<br />
©2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-54150968025478644852011-02-20T20:12:00.001-06:002011-02-20T20:12:13.982-06:00Cunt Gamesshe spreads her legs<br />
over the town<br />
open like Mickey's D<br />
in a 711<br />
<br />
her lack of worth<br />
her terror<br />
apparent<br />
<br />
to trap<br />
them<br />
with a clap<br />
and sap<br />
and a rap<br />
of you're<br />
the only<br />
one daddy<br />
to every<br />
cock<br />
of the walk<br />
shit talk<br />
and festering<br />
ooze<br />
cooze<br />
floozy<br />
<br />
but her scab<br />
dries<br />
her lies<br />
grow flaky and thin<br />
falling off<br />
like a fetid<br />
band aid<br />
and everyone<br />
begins to<br />
see the scar<br />
beneath<br />
marred<br />
bar parked<br />
unsheathed<br />
<br />
and<br />
<br />
nothing<br />
but sad<br />
and<br />
laughable<br />
in her wallered<br />
out<br />
twat<br />
rot<br />
bingo<br />
<br />
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-83811779241675614742011-02-20T20:11:00.002-06:002011-02-20T20:11:39.049-06:00Backhanded, forwardyou're a much<br />
better<br />
(writer) artist<br />
than you are<br />
a(n)<br />
(artist) writer<br />
<br />
a compliment?<br />
<br />
diminishing<br />
one worth<br />
to validate<br />
another?<br />
<br />
you're not<br />
competition<br />
<br />
i think nothing<br />
of your "work"<br />
<br />
i think<br />
even less<br />
of you<br />
<br />
but thank you<br />
<br />
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-6420655118313544252011-02-20T20:10:00.001-06:002011-02-20T20:10:24.115-06:00TrashFeels like<br />
it’s been<br />
forever<br />
since I hung <br />
on your <br />
every word <br />
now<br />
you can’t be heard <br />
(at all)<br />
hurt healed <br />
and your Ghost <br />
all but forgotten <br />
floating amongst<br />
discarded disregarded <br />
eggshells <br />
and yesterday’s <br />
roses <br />
<br />
© 2011 by M Chadwick <br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-76501015375282735902011-01-31T00:07:00.001-06:002011-01-31T00:07:30.553-06:00FedericoI wonder how<br />
many Buñuels<br />
we entertain<br />
never knowing<br />
smelling the fires<br />
and tasting the blood<br />
but in our<br />
erection of ego<br />
never<br />
realising<br />
the Paris burning<br />
is our own<br />
and the<br />
Butterfly whisperer<br />
lays dying<br />
<br />
© 2011 by M Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-24051664738596559572011-01-11T07:43:00.000-06:002011-01-11T07:43:51.530-06:00Reviewyour prompt<br />
stop jingles<br />
maul my muse<br />
gang banging on<br />
grainy 8mm<br />
in a snuff film<br />
with a soundtrack<br />
of pretension<br />
<br />
i miss the days<br />
of anonymity<br />
in mental patient white<br />
when my words<br />
rambled to<br />
no one echoing<br />
in an empty room<br />
filled to the brim<br />
<br />
i long to be<br />
that fameless whore<br />
dancing with<br />
devils in darkness<br />
and no one else<br />
the wiser<br />
weighing in<br />
and setting my scales<br />
off balanceCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540182394572437434.post-18202001865896990442011-01-05T17:34:00.002-06:002011-01-05T17:34:24.877-06:00Tattlingmy wallet<br />
holds no monies<br />
<br />
only stamps for<br />
letters unwritten<br />
a calling card<br />
for antiquities<br />
in a tiny<br />
Texas town<br />
a painting in<br />
miniature<br />
Taking Flight<br />
to remind me<br />
to soar<br />
and tattered bits<br />
of faded poems<br />
<br />
in death<br />
it tells<br />
my story well<br />
<br />
© 2011, Micael Chadwick<br />
All Rights ReservedCrayotic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13480766951670643937noreply@blogger.com11