Took a cushion from the last stack and screamed into it's filling

Sounding like a slogan from a broken home vortex
out cried my head
Flash bulb memories drugged my sentiment
Good mourning heart, now back to bed.
Line up the worlds for a dream,
an oracular dispersant for my childhood chest to cope
Churn a dream, before the sun cuts through the trees
Dream away to loyalty that light can't take.
Dream before face tears give headaches
Dream girl, before you brake....
I dreamt bald and flat backed said our tires,
We rode. We stole islands time.
Sunsets painted us mellow and cream
I dreamt the song was about me, for me, and sung to me
And each drowning for a stand in.
suggested and polluted adonics endorse my dreams
my sleeping heads bent outlook. Morbid, insecure, and candid.
I sleep easy and wake toled

stab this winter

time is lent, time was yours.. and easy wasn't it?
Easy like our undominant colorant eyes
Easy like the gene that kept you alive
You were out of town and loved
the cause of a soft prescription
a frozen file I met once- in a million times.
I am angry
you are the crack between the curb and street-
where the left outs meet and damn the soil beneath.
then somewhere your beat stopped
on plinth you shared for a second with those cloaked and praying
and somewhere children jumped from bleachers and cheered.
maybe what hasn't died, hasn't tried... maybe...
But the sun hisses and sees
how every grand finale I go through alone
Sleep becomes involuntary and in-cycles me
found steps to dreams becoming policy
Now I am a habit of what hasn't happened yet
got that a.m. radio graveyard glow
slow to fold this page- and dismiss.


Copyright ©2009 Lauren Leigh Montano

Meet Your Key

I traced you a Basquiat drawn nose
And lowered the water to hit your back
Waxie going down contralto-
Lower and compact
Stripped off the silver as My brain turns filler
An Sovereign over me
Slanted like my cultures fame
Soddisfare me la chiave
Language our course
Granulated unshaven raws my skin on cheek
Hushed eyes, Forgive my meek
A blank tan
A cold fever
A mild background
Actuator goes wild-
We drove your floor albino, Carmel, and black
Taste buds tendered surrendered Traffic filled breathing
Moan to a mint on a pillow
Of Sodden adamant rythmic pulses
That's sewn in, sewn out.


Copyright ©2009 Lauren Leigh Montano

8x3

I am the umbrella term
now taken gracious and stark-
at Kronos invitation
flunked and delayed
teasing boredom-
under cotton sheet boundaries
my mind lists and resonates
a flirtation with my skies contusion..
take me to the sun are they waiting?
take me to my son in shade playing-
Am I still your archangel in department store hide in seek sessions?
there are still watts in me...
listen over manila folder masses
to pre-legal pentecostal prayers
like a ferocious library session.
can you hear the killer?
life as a blight plant
queasy cactus- you cant touch
afraid to lose it
heaving cornflake kisses and baseball carbs
eased to the floor
blood beads and tie dye tears
bar codes and chemo burns
priority becomes unlikely
preliminaries to releave the dog of its bark
cut off the circulation this time-
of fat cells mating
hearing I love yous while I'm drug taking
reassemble me- don't let me melt
smelling all these allergies...
lose your mind,
to no longer be afraid to lose.


Copyright ©2009 Lauren Montano

In winter

Strobe flacker with brazen brilliance-
in winter,
west coasts exhale ghosts
toxic and pixelated.
low budget integrity faded
sworn fiscal funk
awaiting..
hybrid moon taking nights off worship
polished precision
talentless televised dry socket nation
dissect privileged in pairs
while the dentist took all my money
for there golden wearing honeys
flowered and lasered
lease is a leash
gross like fashion fleece
the key hole has room for your thumb
like chum
model for bikini salt shakers to be remembered
skin sensors burn-
jump off taste bud ticks.
talkin' outlandish baritone trombone commercial voice tap dances
wine in red party cups
all the bottom feeding food is gourmet
peck out my eyes, vulcher-
with wheat bread word play.
haven't built a railroad for a train of thought
ghetto geekness-
faux post poverty-
86'ed death-
you're like dropped coke in the snow
with sail boat hair and Dad socks
dance like fat on skinny
friends are illusions and desolate like money
reading droid face freckle poetry
like Morse code.
I'll win.

Universal

You are universal
the world looks up to you and wants- audacious joints bending
dangerous thought provoking movement- mind effecting
infecting with appeal
brain on the page
contortion contrast concealed
read your list- ten folds past..
evoking the same emotion.
productive fantasy feeds optimism- ardently
in overnight interrogation
stars defined your radius
tap into unnamed, unexamined, you.
living like samurai
secular version
give me dreams you haven't voiced
rawness of confessions
secret self off shelf
seize and hold my thoughts ransom
your mechanics are a dream
musical eclectic persuasion
...No one is immune.
Greek god resurrected- formation perfected
what's your wartime strategy?
narrative artifice
unconventional scholarship
verify the equation..
what's inbed in you?
in bed with you
giving imagination a backbone
and penetrate a granite sea
getting insight from a life I'm diving to get lost in
sigh at last-
and let the world spontaneously surpass.



2009 Lauren Leigh Montano

Cosmos

it's all a cycle
forget me wells
stare at the screen, forgetting to spell
we all have tangled roots
we have all plead with gods
failing at 73 beats per minute to alter history
while the world ever flows
I need somewhere to breathe with time.
time, what a gesture...
kissed the forehead of my earth- and don't ask me to share...
was told that the words cant save me
wasted fragileness
capricious monotone
filtered.
move your lips on me with words
while the oxen plow
a heart that's heavy for ribs to hold
fondle knowledge
sweet and sour like mine
in a cigarettes time
I'm noted
feeling square in my bed
with moments made precious by scarity
have anymore smiles to spend?
I'm bought.
payed you my fancy
now don't hunt me.
make strange combinations from common things
tangle novelties
beautiful welcoming
bidding you the best of good-morrows
that's the letterhead
then I'll start again.



Lauren Leigh Montano 2009

In Between

These crooked streets,
may they wined and snake,
then turn you to me.
turn you into me.
if only...
ambivalent orchestrate.
behind the mask of age.
remembered, mocked,
tailgated, an stalked.
I watched myself dancing mischievously in your iris and knew..
a dislocated stance-
at a two a.m. casting call hurried..
comb out the relics-
television eyed-
the pelvic insist's-
the critics liquid and adjusted.

"I meet a girl with my fathers eyes and fell in love"

she's a brave mess.
practice calisthenics-
teetor-totter with ghosts-
...and just the right climate.
suggest blame curled round' a smile,
back braced', word sorting-
jumbled with the rest of the keyed up blistered sapiens...
and called out like a child.
I hope today keeps us.
you are-
tiered- leather bound.
dark haired flack abundant-
on top your tortured fore head, and frowned feet..
in between-
cuddle the curves of your chest plate-
hold your cheeks taut,
and found you at the bottom of debate..
a rousing, intoxicant slate.-
perfected, infected, an art-
hold me.
scatter the ashes-
then clink all the glasses.
consign to oblivion...
our tapestry frayed,
cloaked, like a curtain.
underneath and entwined-
forgotten and unheard of-
our fed an loved progressive burden.


Lauren Leigh Montano 2009

Let's Begin

In the hollows-
occupy sheer portraits of universe,
fresh and still.
will you be my coverlet enclaved?
we are all alone like heartbeats,
you know...
dying thankful and quick.
skyscrapers framed and worried.
turbulent headaches hurried.
Let's begin.
bare faced baptisms-
school of thought gived-in.
anomalous-
hail Mary attempts at linguistics...
blindly attending silent movies,
for the right degree...
and you.
give like the sun
and take, take.
triad foregoing
towing from ankles your fenced tempo
and small bones- missionless
definitions wake fingers
empty bedded burdens cry
roads forgiven,
roads forgotten, micronized.
tried kind lilac faced tones- bruise our time.
bid on nows distant and uncrowded
praise loaded tiptoed futured and flawed
and vow forever and never to pause.



Lauren Leigh Montano 2009

Qued

Draw thoughts into distractions - made real
void out intact human reaction
or credit card sanction
fleet off abstractions
your bodies in foreclosure...
such a cancerous pastime
a laundry list of flagrant tickled and frisked-
curled glossed and perfumed
silver platter date mates
trip on mistakes
what did they say?
girl get a Que..
the music's never as good when your times out
the cost of sour milk's gone up... clout
cant break your shadow if they cant see
so pause the head lights from shining
the grin dims,
and be made easy like not breathing.


Lauren Leigh Montano 2009

Vegas hospital dream feind.

Rebellious infatuation zealous an over
trails lust puffed-out in a gust fussed
stroke the chords of our magnetism
circumstances abroad
let's sleep in air ports lulled by the luminous vibration-
and blending intentions
I dream awake.
you exhale my name with your callous attitude,
over slot zombies and neon fake bakes
coral infractions
tales of smokey nights foamed over-
blasted in day light
a twist of lime with our narcotics-
narcissism throws hex
for my one trick pony or grab a haystack for this needle
a sign? briefcases and cheap wine
high terrain plays again.
I'm allergic to:
bad music.
uncut cheap morality.
no variety.
fathomable propriety.
suicidal dynasties.
& hey-you's.
itches like morphine- turpentine through slow veins,
sometimes the blood bubbles to my brain.
so show me without foam at the bottom of the pint glass
before I blink into extinction
our hearts draw inspiration from tubes and poor ventilation
America.
art on napkins
script pads and wealthy smiles
stomach twirls and tactile defensive blurs
romantisizing to the nearest outlet
sour slurs crying:
am I getting paid back?
somewhere between oil and water
I favor you in grey sweats with no underwear
wet or underwater
your elegant jawline redirects whirlwinds-
roll into yoga tricks
delotid fantasies in hospital bed night fits
nervous playing piano with my lips
Dr. take my order, I feel younger then today.


Copyright ©2009 Lauren Montano

Timed. (For Aryes)

costumed origami hand mountains, telephone line hair,
untangled, aware-
riding the paved spine, rib-caged clouds stare-
passing chattering teeth cars
caffeine intake, an caution to break
dilapidated.
this small town tame's siren isn't whispering anon...
echo's craving innumerable confusions, obsessions diluted, immersed- preluded-
when we break fold rain drops clock in
I'll be there and always
in between your ears
let's lean on fears wing
endorsement played on fling
you have me.
We cant distract the abstract cliche' touche' and unfair.
pockets full of childhoods on ice
there's no refill, timed and made yours.
My doll
from adolescence contagious frequent and blamed
at half passed class don't worryyour pencils will be sharpened
I'll hurry, not be tourist and blurry-
concurrent gentlemen of today
advantageous vastness in our instance
trying to find something to read into...

Be angelic and sentimental.
Be crazed and eager.
Be wishful and true.

Swallow my complete and total adoration, full-
as the tail end bites at the beginning
these colors fight the objects they already lather.

sense is just a word....for the mental tongue lashing-

what can we ingest?
the world is our womb baby, keep at bay.


Copyright ©2009 Lauren Montano

Counter Curse.

Come back, bring your wild
Only listen,
I'll be dizen alchemy on you
My counter curse
You've ruined this town for me
Dire.
Luster from port to port
Make sticky from high to drop with your echelon, Coil an contort.
If the whispering words get bored, Make me yours.
Backlash dreaming drunk naked
Does time ripple?
Are mistakes made?
Does your mind contract thought 300 mili seconds vital, clean, an tame?
Flails to a song Nonlinear...
(mine does)
Played the sun an moon like marbles, And watched our day decay
Rewinds and becomes dull after a few shaves
You are what I am not, Simply and illete.
We are synthetic, Magnatisim, Symptomatic of stars.
Burning and blue
I blink a quatrain in your name
My mind anomalous and pregnant with playbacks
Tame and fragrant, Lean an angular
Let our fixed characters pass us. Pause, an for once let go.
The curtain drapes... A comercial for the show.


Lauren Leigh Montano 2009