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
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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
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
Saturday, March 14, 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
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
Tuesday, March 10, 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
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
Saturday, March 7, 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
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
Sunday, March 1, 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
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
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
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
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