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.

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Monday, May 25, 2015

Remnants - part 6


there’s still half a glass of wine to go
but the peanuts
two inches salty
have arrived
the level in the glass
grins at the spectators;
down the stem
the base tugs on a thread
spoon rises
taste buds bite
and the thread falls slack
roasted beads funnel
back into the bowl
wine shoves a hand into the girls head
the ringing crystal voice
thrown into her mouth

peanuts are my god

Bacchus, God of the ventriloquist 

©2015 Lex Vex

Remnants - part 5


you have never been marble before
when the chisel is brought down
carving the curving
cheek bones and jaws
flowing water condenses
fills in cracks
& pushes passages apart
in this slab
the artist digs out a corpse
for feet to skirt around
haughty lips // bulbous closed eyes
dappled red
like the hum of mummification
now tourists pay attention
walking off to the side
now the arches of priests clack over your elbows
a shallow nostril
even the bishop’s toes
no one knows
because no one checks
but the whole floor of the church
smells of sour cornflakes
not that you would know
a stiletto cracked
off your nose
years ago;
all bodies erode
and it reminds me of
flowers etched onto toilet paper

©2015 Lex Vex

Remnants - part 4


is she behind him or beside
elevated on the narrow ledge
a path of walls
uneven bricks jutted
his slope is flat
a meander
in cobblestones slick
but flat
stone the color of new york haze
road with girth sliding out of frame
her red soul’d shoe lies visible
but only from behind
hers, a petal trodden on
by her own weight
as she climbs the ramp
a seat guarded by walls
or a cliff
maybe she will slip along the ledge
scrape a knee
grasp for his blue jacket
the road wide
they could still walk side by side
slope = 0

©2015 Lex Vex

Remnants - part 3


how did a horse
climb the steps of the arena?
twenty yards up
left the fossil of a horseshoe
did that chap trot back
down the steep
& toss off a higher heel
my Cinderella stallion
dances among men
on a field of blood-
-lilies . The balls of her feet
catching on the swedge
a fallen gladius
that charged ahead of the last
fallen servi
gladiators called
Cinderella slits her ankle
Molten roses
Splayed to the floor
She dances on the steps no more
& dragged off the dirt
meets with the medicus
and healed as lame horses are

©2015 Lex Vex

Remnants - part 2


the subjects got bored
swathed in color oil
stepped out of their picture frames
for a drink
her timid shoulder barely squeezes
wrapping around the canvas
she does not want the artist
to see her
like when her reflection
posed // poised
naked & all legs melded up
into a spine
fused with golden under-paint
the stiff breeze
sweeps a jacket upon her back
as white shirts and suits
leer into her
she wishes she could climb up her frame
& the photographs lining the slant
to the leafy halo
and dangle her toes over
the edge
like a statue

©2015 Lex Vex 

Remnants - part 1

flakes fall off the wall
crusted and buttered
the wall has made a sandwich
its wrapper pulled
peeling away
to a clotted grey
grey been put in a box
the box of brown? Box of mustard dip?
The box of white is broken
though the quality of layers
from her is thick
world tossed inside the box
grated like cheese through a siv
tattered paper
ripped by a skulking cat
mosaic of hipsters

©2015 Lex Vex