The Magick of Dividing by Zero

featured in the poetry forum December 3, 2019  :: 1 comment

a new version of me
every few seconds
a new head
a new mind
a new carcass
picking my bones
dry

spending time
with myself
to keep the romance
alive
let down
with soiled pants

breastfeeding wounds
that speak
with bullets
from my nipples
going in
sane

first equation
magick trick
peeling scabs
so nobody
dies

passing notes
to the fly on the wall
written in dirt
from under my nails

dry
picking my bones
a new carcass
a new mind
a new head
every few seconds
a new version of me

editors note:

Each loop a zero, each lap, a new… Yeah! – mh clay

Lulled Into Submission

featured in the poetry forum August 15, 2019  :: 0 comments

How many more years can I live like this?
How many years have I lived like this?

The whiskey talks, but I can’t hear
a word it says.

My body, lulled into submission
by its precious poison.

A rotten man trying to reverse
the years of abuse.

Maybe I’ll donate my body
to science.

Maybe I’ll be the first
successful cyborg.

Able to accept the fact
that I will live on without feeling.

But, I’m doing that now.
So what’s the difference?

editors note:

Possibly prescient, if not well preserved. (This poem comes from JDC IV’s recent release of “Unwritten Words That Slide Down The Wall.” Read a great review of it by Mike Fiorito on our blog. It will make you want to get your own copy here. Check it out!)

Love Makes You Do Funny Things

featured in the poetry forum May 8, 2019  :: 0 comments

Maybe I’m with the ghost?
A ghost, unseen?
The dead,
fit together.

Love
makes you do
funny things.

Keys clacking
piano notes.

Am I your puppet?

Or are you mine?

[…] Sincerely,
J.D.C.IV

editors note:

In the ether of the exchange, sometimes a hyphen is a heart. (We welcome James to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

the final breath

featured in the poetry forum January 16, 2019  :: 0 comments

remember
not born
what ground
founded
i listen
in goodness now
we all change
i miss you
all
and your paper airplane
suicide notes
wish
you were by the fire
here
with
me
in glorious
form
even
in
time
away
from here
there
with
a
wish
i
we
had typewriter
bodies
playing
hushed
to the point around that door
memories
reborn
again

editors note:

It’s all a matter of how long we can hold it, right? (Or, how much we can type before we run out of paper?) – mh clay

Looking at the Future

featured in the poetry forum October 14, 2018  :: 0 comments

here we go
better take care
think about this
think about that
breathing deep
with our minds
on the countdown

the sky rips open
we fall off the world
never enough
guns
drugs
money
bullets
but at least
we’ll never
grow old

take that with a
grain of salt
again and again
living in the age
of technology
looking at the
future
just like you

forever

bones buried
in the marsh
bells ringing
under the tree
of life

get low
get high
get it on

editors note:

If forever lives tree, might forever live we. – mh clay