Infinity Removed from the fabric, torn into pieces Displaced unconsciousness, and an old smile still shatters a heart when your mind is poisoned, when you're cradled up and your flesh is all you feel. A smile still shatters the heart You become one in your mind There are rules to this life You will be undone by yourself if you linger on a smile that shatters the heart. Other plans are in the works A family awaits A heart is bandaged up and repaired and tuned to a loving beat. Many smiles that have nurtured a heart into love, into grace, into belief in life and a dream that there is more to give to feel like you've never felt before A resurgence in your inner glow a return to the depths of energy you shall inherit In peace we can be In peace we can be In peace we can love and be Infinity The Bullets Flirting With the Sky We can’t escape the bullets So, we just scatter Into the dark Forgetting the chase We want to be learned We want to be known By our hearts, by our souls If I climb up these stars And pull each one down Will it mean a thing? Or, crumble with the seeds across the burning dirt Are you a clown? Or an armoured knight? Wearing a mask Painted up for the party Sticking to the air is your aura glow It just stagnates over your last step Will it follow you home? Or, will it be a lonely candle over some damp windowsill? He looks down Applauds my obedience Say’s I’m scared He can really tell So, I will be shy I will search for gold in the ditches of my soul And hope that everything will shine in the end Immortality I was once destroyed outside the mind I have climbed back in to relight the enigma I stood still with my hands against the clouds I pulled the pricks off the sunshine, and let the solar energy burn into my fingertips I am the lost soul walking across the heavens Bare to all, A crawling infant inside the shell of all that is mortal, Created, or otherwise I’m imperfect until all eyes have been shut A dream that has yet been immortalized by creation, in realism A man who never knew his own name, as in his reason for being As in his goal which has made into a task, made by another task, made by a promise Made for a purpose, that was never translated in ideal format. A broken sound Punctured sonar Now does he have everything? That perfection? That surrounding clouds of truth and answers? Every step, every movement Muscle, skeletal, thought, energy have a blemished scrape across his aura A meaning is only a meaning when a search begins, Ends with a soul wanting to know more truths than answers Questions will be the enveloping claw that massages our minds into immortality. Cramp I’ve got a cramp Lucid dreaming as a ghost for the first time No longer, wanderer, or moldy faced drifters We lifted our veil revealing for the first time - As the shakened devil doll that eluded crimson, Milked the brain of the universe. Joining the slime from all the blisters Going go-go illicit into tragedy Built from sunlight and soft skin Sin broken out of thought Displayed for the shadows to celebrate A repugnant escapade We, unity over sadness Us, glory over hatred Universal, instinct over criminal Played the soul dwelling game in the belly of the Earth Ignition of hunger instincts We stick together in a saran wrap wind gust. We trade eyes, Souls stick as well Our loving hearts with other ideas began to poke holes To find a way out Afraid of the smothering So yeah, I still have that cramping. Lightbulbs Feeling dumb as nails Hot as sunshine stuck to my tongue Dried up like raisins A crippled scarecrow My seized mind growls As lightbulbs pop all around The constant howl of pickup trucks In the night To pick up women, who shouldn’t be so trusting Dinner on the table Michelob and bread I’ve got a burned-up atrium Defecating death smells In the closet The Mannequin wife blinks She’s doing double duty As plastic As pink In the road, the wonder boy crows He has the secrets to a good arsenic soak. A Crowd Looks On A crowd looks on As the sun gropes the moon And the stars oil themselves together A crowd looks on A crowd looks on A hill collapses over electrical wires A tear trembles down the face of an oversexed mayor A whole trailer park is in flames A Pentecostal family plays checkers by a pond of ducks A crowd looks on A crowd looks on A 15 year old girl gives birth to new life In the woods with an old sailor’s hat as her pillow A crowd looks on A crowd looks on As the cops erupt in anger And another life is taken away A whole family vanishes A crowd looks on Fishing with the Beatniks We walked down the dusty path Where all the windshields were covered in soot We had hair that hadn’t been cut in seasons We felt wacky and sniffed glue by the pond. By the burgundy garbage can we listened to the crickets Our friends were trees that smelled wet and wretched. We looked into each other’s eyes and our legs bent and melted. Sunshine on our arms, felt whimsical While our idiotic brains ran behind the clouds like a goof. We were nothing but children again Running into the pond with clothes falling off With the catfish and amoeba dreaming of our flesh Our untied shoes sat on the rocks while we ran careless Slipping on the blood of our cuts, Not even paying attention to the electrical flashes from the clouding sky. We got too busy playing like devils To fish with all the beatniks snapping by the campfires. Too busy as frogs, circling the lily pads Marijuana smoke and the skunks marinate And the peace and thundering storm become one. We fell asleep looking up at debris flying together, The dirt raked down into our eyes and mouth We drank up the mud, and went home fishless. Crippled Clown I am the crippled clown I can’t entertain the children I have been juggling arrows and knives for far too long I have forgot what is right, what is wrong Maybe i’m stuck in the permanence of a mistake Today, I feel a trap on my tightened stems Someone catch me as I fall now I promise I can be good I’m really just misunderstood I never meant to be society’s harm and shame. The face of wrinkled makeup decay The door has been slammed shut on the joy, the trippy music Now i’m sunk Within the Earth, I am crawling in my own flesh Every bone is breaking In my hands, i’m splitting Battling every illness inside and outside I tried very hard to bring laughter to all of you from afar The laughs in gray now from the juggling days Can you handle me falling? To see the shape i’m in Try to understand. That really, i’m not in too much pain I was the heir to the problem. I am to be swept away like the confetti. In the thin air i’ll be with the birds Flying free, the air is the sound The only sound I need for the moment I’m dreaming as I fall, I dream of the Ocean’s scars Will I be able to stitch the waters back together? I’m deeply calm, I’m not shook nor full of brawn The sweet breath of the Stratosphere And dear, I leave you with the light I crawled so far into the needles and the fires The hills became too steep to climb So, let me get far into this blank dark abyss Let me pronounce my dying days to the whole world The one who laughed at my mental juggling. Elvis Presley Boyfriends No tears left for those who walk crooked Tripping over sidewalks leaning on walls at the bus stop Tippie and Gaba watched him, laughed at him, wanted him They each had those swollen stoned girly eyes Those girls munched on banana bread as the ice cracked in the Earth under their feet They dreamt of him swollen stoned girly eyes Those girls munched on banana bread as the ice cracked in the Earth under their feet They dreamt of him They dreamt up pictures of Elvis Presley boyfriends that were linked to the mob Suddenly the air is awake, it yawns its last yawn for the night it’s ready for a new day, to crash, to burn and spawn There's a man with Cauliflower ears drawing on sidewalks with chalk pictures of children with black eyes enjoying an unknown sunshine He wiggles in twitches in a paranoid haze Does a few somersaults across a whole town of weed infested lawns hoping to catch the glances of Marilyn Monroe Does she catch him? Only he will know Will her blowing dress become tattooed to a cloud? He is ready to fight the pink night Challenges the town to a drinking game blowing bubbles of champagne inside a sewer drain The night wins by default Soon light appears, day was clear And he wondered if he had been the crust in the sky’s cloudy eyelids In the shadows he saw glistening greasy sideburns Rock-a-hula to the new day The ladies attached to him as he was swaying in jumpsuits in the pan alley still smells like a sewer He thought he found two Marilyn Monroes derived out of the remnants of a dumpster wig They were only the drunkard Jills that fell down the hill into the grip of a delusional persona It was not a jealous Wednesday it was a Frisky Friday and they all rejoiced into a broken mirror, in peace they realized they were all one in the same A crowd of laughter erupted inside a sealed envelope Broken open only by a jackhammer A walk upon seashells, he will catch the burning of the former world from a distance. Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan Poem “Alone In My Car” by David L O’Nan Short poems part 800? by David L O’Nan Poem: Injustice: Can You Say Her Name? (Pouvez-vous) by David L O’Nan More Micro Poems by David L O’Nan Poetry by David L O’Nan: Hero Dilemma, She’s a Roadkill Jezebel, Cloud Rot, Cherry Red Boots, Full Red Moon, Stonewalls & Parlor Tricks.