Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

Welcome to my word.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Fuoco dell ' amore

Con te partiro
per lo cielo d'oro
e berremo
il fulmine.

Sara alla luce
 del fuoco

il fuoco incendera alla nuvola
non al fumo.
lo finira in
polveri e braci


With you I will depart
for skies of gold
and we will drink

It will be in the light
of fire.

The fire will ignite to clouds
not to smoke.
It will end in
coal dust and embers.

© 2014 Lex Vex

Monday, February 24, 2014

Summer nights

The lightening crashed as
we sat in the dark
eyes cameraed
the lifeless air conditioner
pulled and tugged
 at our clothes
 till they
gloriously unraveled
in a clash

©2014 Lex Vex

Me I think?

Farmington; golden crushed wheat and
moldy pumpkins

I remember the landing
the fuzzy carpet and
abandoned chair
that no echoes sat in
because we stayed on the stairs

Mother is a panda
Slow and friendly and seems refined
When really I'm surprised she's
figured out how sex works... twice.

I remember flipping you off
and the satisfaction  it brought me
my friends laughing gasps.
The look of hurt on your face
the one now reflecting my own guilt.

My body is a marionette of limbs, face
and thoughts
but my mind cannot control my emotions

I remember the taste of blood in
my teeth when I bit my lip
just to distract myself
when you looked away and
walked uncaring past.

My soul is an iron sword
cast with just enough steel
that the rust creeps slowly

I remember death's first doorbell
as they wheeled me into
the ER and a girl lay gazing on a gurny
with no sight to see the small brown stain.

I remember the boy Simms
and how he cried as
the fan above him spun
and some days I wonder
if my knock stuttered his life. 

My father is a fretboard
dependable and hard to break.
You can always replace strings when they do.

My mind an ouroboros circling itself
wanting but never full. 

© 2014 Lex Vex

Watercolor Kiddies

The pond is cracking
    through the middle
and paper thin ice peels apart
and Riley sobs volumes
until I melt the ice to summer with a piece of masking tape

© 2014 Lex Vex

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Fortune - (found poem from fortune cookies)


Someone is interested
in you
keep your eye. Open
the quickest way
to lose
a friend is: to lend
him money.
Be cautious:
you do not have
to worry about
your future.
You have a strong
awareness of
Take notice of this:
When fire and water
go to war
water always wins.
You have a strong ethical sense:
Love thy neighbor
just don't get caught.

© 2014 Lex Vex

All Hail the Queen - Found Poem (from "Album Review: Beyonce" by Holden Walter- Warner)

All Hail the Queen

She wasn't done:
Listen to this album
just for the pure
of... it all
like wildfire;
the whole song was
driven, and put the

on her
The material is
the introduction
to the song
like its from the
Lollipop Guild.

©2014 Lex Vex

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Embrace in Blue

Embrace in Blue

Its only a crisp blue towel
        hanging limp on the inside door
but when you're gone
       it wraps round my shoulders
              a slythering dry cool hug
or a whispered hum
       singing I love you
             in a husky blanket.

©2014 Lex Vex

Taking Shots - Dec. 14th

I don't normally preface poems, but let me say this: This is a persona poem. It is from a point of view I do not quite understand.

Taking Shots - December 14th

Cock it.
America is free and proud and did I mention free?
And we were promised bullets to protect our children.

Nutmeg blood only boils
Don’t spill in gallons – only a splash and it never hits pavement
Hard. We were born to mousy upstanding snoots
Brought up never to lead in hate only to follow
The letter of the law-

Cross off tick, tick, tick, tock

We always hire that flowery man to design our rooms
Just don’t get too close with my son. That’s why I pistol whip him
 over to the targets. Where we can shoot
the shit of privatization and freeloaders or
Bless His unchangeable slang-

Clang clang cling clang bang

I only want that smell of spiced oak
welded and waxed; don’t go digging through
my purse- on all history.
You can’t use my past shells to
Dead bolt my personal liberty


Protests drive up in Mercedes bends afraid to get out and muck up
 their shiny shoes so they throw around acronyms
Like there’s some kind of problem
With kids getting dropped one by one
Off to practice training pistols. Mothers always worry

But we know this isn’t a Colorado theatre,
Columbine or little Mary Ann Vecchio cryin’ at Kent State
It’s just cold and crisp and red in the trees till
I’m sinking my car on i-84 near my saucer shelf town.
just before exit 10.

the traffic is silenced to a stop. I hear This blaze of sound. and a

 pop pop pop

Near the wheels I put the clutch to idle. I hear the sirens go off.
 I wonder what drunk kid’s dumb decision made
me late to the range.
A siren wails in anguish.
so I roll up my window.

Bam. Bam. Bam. damn

America is free and proud and did I mention free?
And we were promised our bullets to protect our children.
Traffic is gumming up this December 14th afternoon
cause I can’t get off on exit 10 and I need to pick up my son from school.

We’re supposed to go shooting tonight.

 ©2014 Lex Vex

Monday, February 10, 2014

The Drumming Noise Inside the Earth

When the universe cried that night
a comet dripped from its eye and soared
and the swan began to sing.

The black top, filled with stars,
studded the sky with neon chalkdust
when the universe cried that night.

The hummingbird placed its heartbeat on a
string and music rumbled through the chord
and the swan began to sing

of jealous owl, who stole the sound.
He chants sophomoric questions that ignored
When Universe cried at night.

Verol wolf drums a pawing beat in time
with the borealis: a hunting homily running toward
The swan. Begin to sing

of falling shores and crumbling streets to caverns unexplored;
of a melody of larks slaughtered 'cross the cutting board.
When the universe cried that night
The swan began to sing.

© 2014 Lex Vex

Ink Tar and Feather - a Villanelle

Ink Tar and Feather

I traded my soul for ink and a feather,
For damp rocky soil and molten skies:
The footsteps ring then fade and sleep

In ice crystal caverns I will conduct business
On half washed blankets soiled with cum and cries
“I traded my soul for ink and a feather”.

From balcony above, I plant a row of tree bearing citrus
That drop and whither and mold. Sweet mildew lies
As footsteps ring, then fade and sleep,

Nestled in rivers of tawny tangled mane, round bosoms perked in trust
You do not deserve. Your whispers of false love I deny
But I traded my soul for ink and a feather.

The wine soaked oak smells delicious
And spiced as the chipping blade eats another notch counting
The footsteps that ring, then fade, then sleep

I laugh that someone will find meaning in my rows of Cyprus
Once I and the aurora extinguish and die
For I traded my soul for ink and a feather
The footsteps always ring, then fade, and fall deaf. 

© 2014 Lex Vex

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Sing Dirges to the Dust - an odd Sestina

Sing Dirges to the Dust

Dust floats through voids, so stars
sing dirges to the dust.
Cords that once strung up night
on blank banners sing
night's waking birth on
star's backs. A single chord

sings not quite out of tune. This chord
on smack, on crack, the breath of a star
stars at this concerto, high on
night-waking dreams. Lazy calloused bones dust
chords across the fretboard and lives sing.
Dusty, in the backroom rests dreaming night--

on and under used, this night,
night abandoned, strikes the dissonant chord
dust bellowing up, spreading out to sing
chords multiple, uniform, monolithic, bigger than a universal host of sun-stars.
Stars become we, we become dust,
singing the pantheon of the past and future forever on.

Sing dirges to the dust;
Stars at this concerto, high on
night abandoned, strike the dissonant sound. 

© 2014 Lex Vex

Sunday, February 2, 2014

The Old Family Wallpaper - A Pantoum

The Old Family Wallpaper

And then daddy died
On a sunny day in a car-wreck,
Leaving his flaws to his first born son
Confusing them as his own.

On a sunny day in a car-wreck
A boy struggled on, feeling every ounce of blood—
Confusing it as his own
Not yet seeing what lay just behind.

A boy struggled on, feeling every ounce of blood
In his veins, as he paints over the old family wallpaper,
Not yet seeing what lay just behind
Will determine his relevant near-future.

In his veins, as he paints over the old family wallpaper
Contemplating the shotgun wife that
Will determine his relevant near-future,
The alcohol level spikes. Just one more sip, he says.

Contemplating the shotgun wife that
Wasn’t all what he’d hoped,
The alcohol level spikes. Just one more sip, he says,
Sitting at the old oak bar in-between his shifts.

Wasn’t all what he’d hoped—
Shouldn’t it be better than just
Sitting at the old oak bar in-between his shifts?
His last of ten whisky shots kissing his breath… his life—

Shouldn’t it be better than just
Driving down a blue ribbon road at ninety,
His last of ten whisky shots kissing his breath… his life
Turning over and over, rushing his forgotten son home?

Driving down a blue ribbon road at ninety,
He reached for the clutch as a truck hit, his car
Turning over and over. Rushing his forgotten son home,
He protected his boy best he could.

He reached for the child as the past hit his now,
And then daddy died.
He protected his boy best he could,
Leaving his flaws to his firstborn son
To redeem. 

© 2012-2014 Lex Vex