lock the honeycomb in the hive

lock the honeycomb
in the hive

slip.
lose your footing-
that's the way/you feel it all
sweet/never forget the sour.
down there/looking out of-
the universe, yes, herself.
is beautiful/ugly/
is the view you need/
all of your life
that matrimony-
and you'll remain painfully
faithful until the end collapses
your house/a hollow/
a gold plated...

cutting trees

cutting trees

for Rob Plath

there is blood
only-

it is a stain
of gold sap,

so we don’t recognize
it to be just that-

and its acrid scent
too strong

desperate as a sad song-

when everything is gone.

the rings
of time

soaked in blood,
just a knub

with ghost limbs
surely swaying still.
 

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*important update!*

My new book, impress, from Punk Hostage Press, was released on November 10th, 2012!

It is available at the link below for ordering via amazon, both in book and ebook via kindle:

http://amzn.com/0985129336


Please consider buying impress, and spread the word, share my book around.

Cheers!

Happy Holidays.

-C.V.Auchterlonie
 

of emptiness

of emptiness

What dream undreamt this-
a prickled orb
of rainbow bubble.

I can never restore
this wordless poem
impressed upon
a see through blue-

the farthest it soars
still something,
too true.

heartily

heartily

depressive spiral/
spinning wheel of lights/
there it goes/nausea into/
certainty/less the sure fire things/
moving like a carnival without
any strands of bright.

it was a small fight

it was a small fight

bronze dragonfly
o, how you broke my heart.
half drowned
broken wings
you washed ashore
a tangled wreckage
beside my sandy legs
I tried to save you
uncrinkled your wings
and gently dried
the clear taupe
lake water off.
you flittered,
tried your best
to make due
with the one
broken wing
and missing leg,
fumbled along my palm
clung tightly, staring into
my eyes with your
orbs like polished

tigers eye.
you knew I was there
to help.
I pleaded with your small
delicate frame to fight on
take flight! you listened
looked at me when I spoke,
you're a fighter jet, I said,
you cocked your head like a
loaded gun,
the fight was on.
hours went by, you tried and tried,
but when I packed to leave that
crystal lake shore
still you refused to soar
and I tried to peel you from my palm
tighter, tighter, you gripped on.
I kept you cupped in my hands
carefully made my way home
and as I drove you died
fixed, you gripped, you kissed my palm.

*important update*

impress, my second full length collection, will be published by PHP (Punk Hostage Press) this year! Look out for new updates when the time comes regarding official release information if you'd like to get your hands on a copy, thanks. Cv.

this sway

this sway

there is a mysterious something

lurking in

even the deepest darkest abyss

of every nothing,

and every something craves to endeavor

the mystique of that illusive nothingness.

we loan and we lend

hands and hearts and wombs

we rent rooms, but we are alone.

divided by ventricular wall spaces.

when the truth seems to say

there is no nothingness just a mad loop

of something, one after another

lightness bursting/darkness vacuuming.

maybe there is nothing to create meaning

but it is full

beyond all of our loneliness

is this universe

this sway.