~ Chris Henke ~
Subav;
Power Within
Silence
~ Anti-poet ~
Words aren’t flowing out…
As I wish my thoughts to stay;
To raise them well, build them up
For reality, we know, is fuck.
……………………………
Is something really there;
I cannot see
nor touch?
……………………………
Is reality just a non-sense that
Something
just made up?
~ We the People ~
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~ Let freedom ring in the ears ~
~ Of the beer drinkers and TV goers, ~
~ Looking for equality for the ~
~ Unalienable right to change the channel. ~
~ ~
~ We shall provide the right to every ~
~ Criminal to pull the lynches chain ~
~ Once (and not always be on the ~
~ Other side) in a while. ~
~ ~
~ The fake thinkers shall wield the stick ~
~ Of fate, time, and (ha) love. They ~
~ May waver there heartbreaks for ~
~ A low payment of $9.99/month ~
~ ~
~ Oh so well. ~
~ ~
~ Oh so hi. ~
Thee Moose Named Boots
Killer on the prowl, armed
And stoked to steal. Beastly
Stalkers prowl for beautiful furry (not
Just an inch into the skin…bone)
Wild thing, angry….
…
…
…
…
Wild thing! Pounce!
Disturbed Old Man Sleeping on New Land
The clock banged agents
His head, waking up in folds of
Pasty skin ; He who slept…
Ripvan winkle stile.
Eighty five long years of sleep,
Slashed apart in his confusion.
What happened while asleep?
Where did sleepwalking feet
Lead you? In a daze and slightly
Sad he lay about to think.
Dear old sir , forget the path
You laid … its ok , don’t cry,
You didn’t amount to anything
Anyway.
Drift off, yes agien, sleep old one, wise and worn…
Ballroom Decent
As I descend from the stars
In a soft, cold, breath, I fall,
Full in motion, approaching a
Sea of snow, white. Meandering
With the air, dancing in the sky…
Elegant waltz.
‘Never so lovely, my dear’ whispers
a healthy moon (dressed in all-too
revealing clouds), as a surrounding
audience of ‘ pin prick royalty ’
shimmer with delight.
Tonight we feast of French frost,
and dine
on
frail Ice sickles
in
the
Midst
Of
a
Child’s
Mitten…
Lost.
Slow Death
Snow falling in a light
Breeze across a frozen
Field (white).
Trickling water meanders
With cold freshness between
Trees.
The sound of a dear,
Far from this heaven, marches for
Food, and continues
A life long task.
White flakes below, cake
The earth; while white
Snow tumbles earthbound, red with
Deer blood, I killed him to live.
Befriend to Me
Your eyes trickle into my
Head.
Your smile calls the name of
My tears.
Memories of what went before
Flash
Into view.
From the moment that you left. I
Must die too.
Blood Shot
Sholders slouched without
A care of hate or fear.
My tired head rests on a
Chest-like cousin.
Try not to move? No need,
Time to relax.
End of angers rope is met,
End of lovely quarrels drawn,
End of bullet’s path is reached…
Friend send love
You came before to
Hold me first.
He is he who knows
` The secret.
She is she who loves
My life.
They, well they are they who
Shall not laugh.
So we are those who reach for
US.
Tongue
Lips caress lips
And my tongue makes
A new French friend.
The Silence Within:
[meditation]
Within the tuning out
Feel ocean undertow shift
Thoughts out loud.
Blue tinted mother on the cheek,
And whispers in your
Head:
“Muscles grow in stillness;
Listen to nothing; to learn of life
Empty mouths; build the dream
HIGH
Empty hands; gather a stronghold
Of life…
Silent open minds learn that they’re not real!”
: She retreats out of
Mind, now alone :
All the thoughts
Confused, find a dark corner and realize…
The Power within Mother.
TV’s Note to the reader:
Ears strain from the head
As if what I have to say is
Important.
Eyes glisten with anticipation
As if a miracle will keep
You alive.
I have no wisdom for you
No inner voice to explain
In light of lies.
Your ears strain and eyes glisten
For a fool to lead the way…
A fool you are yourself…
Close your eyes & ears; see
Nothing, imitates nothing; be
Real for once. Turn off my
Tortured life, you you twisted
With your ideas.
~ Thank You
Here Is Now
Tormenting Fucks!
Drive my head
Into the walls
Of emotion, you do too much.
It’s all about
The style man,
It’s all about the hate!
Clans turn to knives;
Catholics to guns;
Satin to tempt;
And me to myself.
|Neg!
A poem is a lot
Of words. It doesn’t
Speak, it does not
Walk.
Time again
Time is when the tigers
Fly thru the forest,
Elephants swim with
Glee…
And humans plan out
A horrible life
That allready oast them
By.
Trains of the buzz,
People on the run…
Don’t Let The Thoughts Catch You!!!
* Thank You *
Dear Visitor:
The way you saw
My plump plumbs
And starred at my
Banana’s
(Ripe and ready)
Caught my attention
And aroused my boxes,
FULL of red, juicy apples.
Fondling my melons
For a bit of pleasure,
I’ll never forget!
You stained my heart with lust.
I want you to once again converse
In my body, and hum between my stands.
With a gust of cold wind~
~Findlay
* Please Come Again *
E-motion Sickness
There is a forgotten abject
Past long jungle vines of wire
In Paris
Through the colorful pastures of silicon
In New Jersey
(Where TI83 Chips graze)
If human herds and holding pens
In sight, you’ve gone too far.
Over the porn topped mountains
Of ad’s and
Slightly on the wrong side of Justice…
Lay a small relic, no longer needed:
A Conscience, ready to through up!
@%#$%!!!
\ Time\
Time spent working for a
Wonderful life, big house,
And a sweet wife…
Time spent running, calling, reading
Up on the nation,
Paying taxes, going to school…
Homework for 2 hours,
Dawsons Creek for 1,
Eating is equal to a daze of
New books.
Time spent waiting to grow old,
Time spent waiting to want it back,
What a use of time!
Anger (Gave Up)
The sparkle in my eyes,
Is now just a tear
(Moping slowly with sad traction)
Turn off the music;
Blow out the candles
(makes me want to burn this life down)
Take back the ‘ Sears & Roebuck’ hearts…
(.99 cents o sale)
It’s over with; I’m going to bed.
Turn off the alarm, I’m not going to school,
Take away this pager; as for living, I’m done.
Let one sleep, & leave the gun in MY hands.
New Age Living
When time ticks
And people fall
To their knees
Like strawberry jelly
Chaos in the streets
Made my day, Sunday,
Churchday. We admire the
Dead, scoff at the living.
Change, reform, change, reform
All that was unique is now
Wrapped in a little mass produced
Disk.
All that mattered is now
Summed up in a wallet of
Green Diamonds.
Obituary
We draw a box of memories (6’’ by 6’’)
Mark it with with false love. make it you, make it me
Make it all we were, all we will ever be.
Make a mask and show it off, call his name
So great now then ever when he was alive.
Say the words with distasteful meaning
Put my life in a 6 line summery.
Then put him out back with the trash
6 feet with the trash.
Salt
Driven from my arms
Into a bucket of
Vinigar- -I am thrown.
I call your name when
This rotting meat needs
Flavor.
Still you stay, still I
Crave.
Dinner
Father makes bread
Fork-to-hand, yum!
Softly offer silence
For comasion of
Space; It’s what I waist.
I deserve the silence
Within my sole
[empty]
it’s all I can offer.
Pepper
I dream of your
Nightmares of me, once
A love, darling, plump.
Squeeshed and shrunk; heated
And eaten, I loved it too much.
Pepper is what I used to sneeze,
A calus piece of Pepper, loves
The pain. What caused it to turn?
Wasted.
Relaxing Tease…
All is still beside
My head. Mouth is
Asleep, complains not.
Though eyes are on,
Rushing hard.
Sideways thinking slows
The horror as ( it knocks
Down doors)
….You sit and stair….
Chris Henke
1410 Post Woods Glen
Cincinnati, Ohio 45103
In case of fire
Save the poet!