seth's poems 2000 - present
magnificent
i took
a picture of the moon
moments after we parted
to remember you
and the day
your incredibly red hair
shone back the sky's
magnificent colors
just after
sunset
`
path to nowhere
quiet
zen center
set amid sprawling
city of angels
buildings house souls
along the path to within
nothing could be
more perfect
except
nothing
`
clouds
it was one
of those days
when the clouds were
white puffy cotton candy
morphing
from one bizarre shape
to the next
look!
there’s eleanor roosevelt
eating a cookie...
wait!
now it’s mickey mouse
riding a donkey...
no, wait!
it looks like muppets
playing softball
with god...
`
zcla
just beyond
the shadow of banks
and other big buildings
serenity awaits
an
oasis
of spirit
nestled in
a quiet corner
of a sprawling metropolis
signpost on a path
to peace
through
practice
sit quietly
and it shall
be
revealed
`
washed up
he’s a
wanna be illuminati
driving around
in a beat up
ferrari
takes a fast left
onto la brea
thinking about the time
he had lunch
with the mayor
his ponytail flies
behind him in the wind
like the glory days
time so cruelly
rescinds
`
turncoat
i always thought
you had my back
that was a long time ago
before everything
turned black
`
whisper
it’s not that i think
god speaks to me
exclusively
i think god speaks to everyone
but
sometimes
it’s easier to listen
to
other voices
with more alluring tales
of wealth and glory
voices
that tell us
what we want
to
hear
`
misplaced anger
i punched
the refrigerator
although it had done
nothing wrong
in some small way
i think we both
felt better
or
at least
i did
`
helping hand
when you
dedicate yourself
to service
you are no longer annoyed
when someone needs your help
you are pleased to
spend your time helping
because that is
what you do
`
underground
we’re all
potential suspects
and victims
on the
subway
leery eyes leering
backpack to backpack
could this be
the day?
when we all
become famous
in the subway
`
pushing buttons
there are
so many ways
to look at a woman
she’s a giver of life
she'd make a hell of a wife
she’s a pure expression of yang
an umbrella against the rain
an infinitely complex
clitoris wrapper
or even a
clitoris rapper
if she
deftly drops
dope rhymes about
her magic pleasure button
over
phat beats
`
explosion
you should
let me get you off
with my finger
and my tongue
my teeth
my thumb
and then some
scratching all of your itches
touching you in places
you didn’t even
know existed
taking your soul
beyond resistance
unleashing explosions
of your very existence
your delicate pink lips
wrapped around my lips
my lips
wrapped around
your throbbing clitoris
every cell
every molecule
alive with the universe
my fingers are deep
up on your spot
you squirm and you bop
moaning “please don’t stop!”
then it’s my thumb
tickles your bum
your screams for god
tickle my eardrum
your fingers dig deep
into whatever they grasp
your toes curl
as you gasp gasp
g a s p
ethereal ecstasy
unsurpassed
you catch
your breath
at last
lying in a pool of sweat
and spent glory
nobody moves
waves wash over
glistening naked bodies
the room creeps slowly back
into existence
you’re
welcome
`
hula hoop girl
i think i’m in love with hula hoop girl
although i’ve only seen her once
from a distance
she brought some hoops and a boom box
to a nice park near venice beach
where i was sitting
just before
sunset
i guess she's
somewhat famous
i heard passers-by greet her warmly:
"hey there hula hoop girl, how ya doin`?"
she’s not quite perfect
(sometimes the hoops betray her)
but she’s damn close
if hula hooping
became an olympic event
she’d probably train hard
make the team
maybe even
bring home the gold
she presses play
out booms funky music
she begins to hoop
i’ve always
had a healthy respect
for those who excel at things
i cannot do
but
she’s not simply good
she has
developed it
into an artform
swoosh swoosh swoosh
she brings it up
from her knees
to her waist
to her neck
left hand out
right hand out
then just the neck
subtle movement
the hoop drops
to her chest
swoosh swoosh swoosh
effortlessly down
to her hips
she sways
in perfect synchronicity
with a cylindrical extension
of her soul
~
seth's room
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