Poetry Drafts

grammatically intrusive

It was a write-off
like many others,
a Saturday sofa session

Almost coping with the
lack of Wordsworth’s words,
almost feeling obligated to include
an ampersand; an and; an et; but no
in the end resisting such fanciful
pursuits

There are plentiful of abusive ways
pick a language; not your own
a.n.d we dare you
bring it on,
worst of your giving may be best of
my taking; thinking not
but stumbling,
kneeling under pressures of words
spoken without standing under,
a grammatically abusive world

I leave behind me

puddle of love

I considered veganuary &
going dry for a month

I considered the impacts
of breaking the bane

I found myself wanting
the blood and the soul

a bloody moon looming
above a puddle of

love

tl;dr

tl;dr & tl;dw as I fell
foul of presumptions
after consuming too much sugar &
too much lard,
trying to quench my thirst with the blood of
the Isle of Skye,

I stand sitting
wallowing in the memories of yesterday
picturing the morrow and the fog
of the day ahead,

I look back at the comma of the previous
sentence & think: man I wonder if Jay ever
experienced days like mine,
If Charlie ever wished she’d left the couch of
snowballs alone & if the if Wandering Magician
truly knows the truth of the fake surprise

beyond this realm;
beyond us
beneath us
being us
regarding us
regurgitating
this:
the us
the tl;dr; & the
tl;dw
the unwritten above & the

beyond

redleafhaiku:

If you had to choose 

just one of two, would it be 

to read, or to write? 

🍁 Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Write, without a doubt

the mercury rises

As the mercury rises
I resign to the fate:
we all helped create this
fuck-up of late

We could have done better
We could have done more
But we ain’t worth saving
We ain’t worth naught

As the mercury rises
I resign to the fate:
our stories will stop
while others’ prevail

We will be silenced
We will cease to be
But we had our time
& we will have our --

peace

shine

If you find me too toxic, then
consider this proposition:
I am your reflection, I am
your history; & the bones just broken
are mine

The dead and their whisperings are
my legacy. Our merger - our marriage
long since written; written into the
stars above & above

we will shine

Christmas Cards

Taking down the cards you sent me
I kept a few for the public show
wanting Christmas to somehow matter
little difference they made in truth
stowing them away for keeping
another year another lie
maybe next one will be different
like our decades of dividing smiles
faceless moments captured
on the back of a Christmas --

Card

to cleanse, to purge

There are suggestions from above that
I might be wasting my life flicking through
channels that make my stomach turn

I have digested so much in my lifetime,
all which now seems twisted and turned &
I feel an urge to vomit;
To cleanse;
To purge;
To leave all your mistakes behind
For you to deal with

I have had it
I have
I really do wish you the best of luck
picking up the trash
the garbage you created
before they come
before their judgement
before the truth

is out
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