modern day madman's muse

Where I Have Been

2007-05-31T20:05:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am writing three seperate blogs now and I wanted to pass on the addresses just in case anyone wanted to keep reading what I am putting out there. Here are the addresses and a brief description of what is on each:

reknowltoniii.blogstream.com/ - this is where all of my new poetry can be found. I have been blogging on BlogStream as long as I have here on Blogger and have come to enjoy the 'community' there as well as the interaction process.

richardknowlton.blogstream.com/ - this is where I am writing prose and essays. All posts with a 'bonus' designation in the title are prose and all others are essays on society and politics. I have kept this 99.9% prose lately and have a few short stories up that alot of people have enjoyed.

simplyybr.blogstream.com/ - this is my fun 'bloggy' blog. I have been posting video clips, music, and pictures and over-all just sharing and having a good time with it.

I hope you all get a chance to check out what I have been doing and I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has read my work or commented in the past - THANK YOU!

Be well and smile.

Godspeed.

R.E. Knowlton III

Appologies to Dawn

2007-01-03T10:44:00.000-08:00

to listen into
each morning
while it gets ready for the day
to gaze into
the respect
of night that day must have

And I could not write any further beyond that, in that mode of code and so on and so forth; something still shines on

onto better mornings before the night lets go ...

to take and not get back

2006-12-03T02:39:00.000-08:00

and all of the fury
drips down
like shutter paint
on sills that
New England mornings
won't take inside the womb
and make comfortable
with slippers
tall scotches
packed pipes
dog pants of
obedience and
floppy, floopy ears
Rockwell paintings gone awry
I have lived them
you say 'no'
you think they do not exist
not in minds
not in kinds
not in paintings hung high
not in me
not with me
New Enlgand mornings
complete with greyed out
mornings of Rockport dismal
the days of black out
the days of Bearskin Neck
Hannah Jumper coaxes
necks to be hung and cut
but no one does
they buy you more drinks
and no one seems any wiser
except on the days of spouse birthdays

what is LA all about?

2006-12-01T22:53:00.000-08:00

trebuchet my love
whip it back
and call me a name
that no other could
and all the while
the match stick men
collide and collaborate
in my den
with pipes a flared
and book spines groped
as if in Never Land
and the ranch is only miles away
yet the ones that figure out
what could go down
are only left in lawsuits
that seek no fruition
and only a simple gesture
of what the Laugh Factory could
encompus as the 'N' word
and what that might mean to us all
if we only stopped to wonder
what a word meant
if we only meant them at all
or took the time
the pure simple time
to write them down
and caress them like children
babes in cloth
sweet times of innocense and simple thought
easy interpretation
and awfully awful days
need be to us all
yes, need be indeed

talk with a girl preacher; a simple, satisfying talk

2006-12-01T22:41:00.000-08:00

sterile the thought
simple the day
little known from
where it once was
and there are the days
littered in lingering sunshine
and thoughts of forlorn forefathers
and all of the such
that make young boys cry
and weep for better saxophone solos
that make leaves fall from trees
and make horse shit
pick itself up
from parkways
and driveways
and all the other ways
in which we travel
little girls squeel
and hold tight each other
at the thought
the simplest thought
of too many candles
too much wax
too much fire
contained in the heart
of a man that shook His hand
and took it for what it is
through all of the days
all of the nights
and any time in between
anything once known
all welcome and read through out
John,
John the Baptist
I can hear the notes
and the paper waivers
and shakes about
in a breeze that was never meant to be there
not even in the typing

what happens to snowmen that never become men?

2006-12-01T20:07:00.000-08:00

surly white snow
and all of it's fixin's
gathered in flakes
and drifts and the banks
with salty dirt piss stains
of brown, yellow fancy
like the rottened out teeth
of stinking bar whores
with their menthol 120's
and angry little drinks
containing nothing but booze
the ether escapes
from twixt the gaps
and 'tween the gum holes
like reverse vacuums
of reality's shortcomings
anouncing to the world
that reality's limp
a little smidgen of post
that doesn't last long
but likes to pull hair
and obscenely scream out
making the neighbors
bang on the walls
the pounding
the pushing
the screaming and yelling
and that's just the neighbors
fighting the sounds
and found down and out
outside the room
is a yellowed out snow bank
seeking to melt
wishing to crawl quick
into the bedroom
and gaze ever so briefly
at violent love

full range regret

2006-12-01T20:02:00.000-08:00

warming back up to quick thoughts
like a mesquite cowboy
with well worn leather chaps
covering dungarees
before they were jeans
holding nothing but a stick
to stoke the embers bright
for the pot of beans
that will never reach tasteful
and only be consumed
out of need to ride the night
into dawns filled with sage
like dresses so dirty
they should not be worn
by the girls in the towns
so far away
from the burning black cauldron
of quick thought beans
and how they might taste

hidden infatuation

2006-12-01T19:57:00.000-08:00

salty marimbas
that don't amount to much
on the shelves of bossa novas
that never happened
not even in the imagination
of Isaac Azimov
or any of his thoughtless thoughts
the ones he never wrote of
the ones he hid under his bed
and only pulled out
when the day was done
the side burns just so
the slacks hung so
prim and proper by the bed
on a hanger that wishes
it was not just Azimov
but rather the thoughts
he never thought
and the words never used to express them

sideshow afternoon

2006-12-01T19:52:00.000-08:00

foliage of another time
garden walks wind up in filth
the dirt of the day
caressing molestations
in the grass, in the bush
days forgotten
days remembered
blended and shredded all at once
a Cuisinart of emotion
a flury fury
a simple gesture
from a jestor
makes one explode
with the grime and grit
the gorged glutton
explosions for all to see
you need only pay a nickle
and no one yet has seen the buffalo

swimming lessons

2006-12-01T19:43:00.000-08:00

eyes burnt out
with hot metal fury
hot medal fury
fury indeed
never a need to hear again
nor the need to see
shut it all down and cry
cry tear drops from your mouth
disguised as drool
so no one knows
no one at all
keep that mouth moving
open, shut
open again
hold your nose tight
dive into the pool
don't breathe
can't see
stop and smell the underwater flowers
all the while they wonder
'what does he know?'

involuntary yoga

2006-11-30T16:24:00.000-08:00

with the air
escaping from your head
a swish, a swoosh
and no amount of breathing
can replenish
what now is lost
never had, never will
in
out
exhale
inhale
the air keeps escaping
escaping from your head

wake up

2006-11-30T13:36:00.000-08:00

dance shaken scared
by the eyes you can't see
the ones that teeter and twitter
behind the minds that bind them
strut castrated days
too much to take in
and still the minds find flaw
not enough there
to walk about slowly
with nothing but pennance deep in your heart
something so sudden
without caustic cause
doesn't seem so sudden when rubbed out like sleep
doesn't seem so sudden when rubbed out like sleep

born with no direction

2006-11-30T13:28:00.000-08:00

standing atop the cobblestone curb
the straight line of the bridge
greened over by the age of the waters below
the smell of long forgotten clean sheets
the days of purpose long gone
no more water than cobblestone
straight lines
straight lines
straight lines
and then the rain falls down like children
from drunken storks with slippery beaks

questions from a diner counter

2006-11-30T13:18:00.000-08:00

mornings with Spaulding Grey
nights with Klaus Nomi
luncheons that only occur in your mind
simple thoughts kept at bay
simple thoughts released throughout
mid-day hunger can drive one mad, insane
was this a tea party meaning
was this a flatulent thought
if only I were to eat lunch it might just go away

nuptials

2006-06-11T04:15:00.000-07:00

shards of black evil
shatter out
into the night
where they disappear
into like
mirrored spinning blades
of light's absense
while the charcoal
flies
no veil
no train
no gown
but rather an end
to what could have been

dinnner at moms

2006-06-11T04:04:00.000-07:00

put my brain under the pillow
hope the fairy comes in the night
gives me one more peek
at visions gone
like lolipop licked luster
forever slathered away in one
fell swoop of a tongue
long gone
cast aside
pushed away
until the lesbian revolution
when
it will come into play
once again
and and only then
will this tongue make it's mark
sticking out straight
and long
in a jesture
of jester's past
the strongest muscle baby,
the strongest one

mea culpa

2006-06-11T04:00:00.000-07:00

Walk me down to MacArthur Park
Stroll me down through Washington Square
See the lights and sing out the passion
of never was
of couldn't be there
in a day and age when children screamed louder
for things they should not have
take away the cell phone
take away the baited breath
make them breathe again
take out the rubber nipple force the real on in
make them know the maker
is not a sperm donor
somewhere in Jersey
praying that genetics don't make him
responsible
because his
kids
aren't

Insicor

2006-06-11T03:54:00.000-07:00

Know that I speak of pain
of fury
of anger
of hurt
of degradation and disregard
of granted taken far beyond the bounds
know that I know
even when I do not look like I do
I get it
It makes sense to me
when it doesn't maybe I'l shut up
but until then
you better keep your hands in your pockets
your arms folded
your legs crossed
and
your mouth shut
it will back fire
I will tak out a large chunk
in one
big
bite

Buy Me

2006-06-11T03:48:00.001-07:00

The slow delve into the deep throat
lower that voice
seem intimidating
seem angry
seem serious
know that the world hurts
hurts like a Stone's song
that never was played
through the headphones
of a kid
mkaing faces as at my man hood
while I buy a bag of chips

2006-06-11T03:48:00.000-07:00

outer space rooster

2006-06-11T03:41:00.000-07:00

take my soul
chew it up
rolli t across your tongue
slaiva bath
left deep
inside you soul
an orifice
that does not smile
does not laugh
never says come hither
only licks up one side
down the other
and then I grin
and know where the hen house is
roosters
cocks
find 'em
hunt 'em down
we need more hens
cock to base
we need more hens

farm

2006-06-03T23:40:00.000-07:00

Where could you be
in a night so cold
and hot in the day
left aside an dmade to fear
all the other days around it
do the shoes not match
or the socks either
makes sense
throat is sore
neck hurts
and yet the turkeys gobble on

love note

2006-06-03T23:37:00.000-07:00

The confusion
of hit here
beat there
bruise me again
and again and again
break a bone to say
I love you
why?
when?
how?
feminism?
angry men?
social castration?
no excuse from either side
no time for time
don't be mad
I just want to talk
just not to you

when I grow up ...

2006-06-03T23:30:00.000-07:00

It hurts man
hurts real bad
makes the paint peel
makes children cry
hurts us all
it is eating from whence it came
take it away
like a calgon request
wash this shit right out of my life
the commercials rock on
my beard is grey
my hair is thin
my gut is bigger than Texas
and there are not stars bright enough
to shed light on what has gone down
or why you made it so
cast that ashtray in clay
take away the supper I made
give it to the can
make me smile next time around
it is so much easier
for all of us

Hallmark Card

2006-06-03T23:27:00.000-07:00

can someone make it make it
close it close it
slow it down just enough
where we don't need to repeat
I know you are watching
seeing every slash of the alphabet
taking notes
to use against me
not in the library of where
on might find me in in years
years from now
years from when our grand kids will live
but yours all already here
and you watch
casting your judgement
with you chlorine tears
bleaching what should now be clear
but isn't and won't ever be
because
simply put
your a bitch