Poetries I

Collected Poem's of E. Steele

Poem Title's

  • Angered Loving Blues
  • Endlessly Hoping Endless
  • Black Death Row
  • When Cement Becomes
  • When the Fleas Barged In
  • Casablanca

Angered Loving Blues

I don’t think you understand
The privacy
I want to keep it between ourselves
Maybe this is jealousy

But I don’t care
And don’t you dare
Kneel to me
Like you’ve done before
I won’t let it happen anymore

A tightrope walker
Is just about to fall
Should I save her or leave her
You may make the call

The doctor in the office
Screwing his nurse
Meanwhile back home
His baby is delivered from thirst.

But I don’t care
And don’t you dare
Kneel to me
Like you’ve done before
I won’t let it happen anymore

This isn’t just a few times
These are but a few lines
Of the thousand in my mind
Of the visions that haze my eyes
I think I’m crazy and blind to despise
Beauty in all its forms
But it looks like a harlot right now.

But I don’t care
And don’t you dare
Kneel to me
Like you’ve done before
I won’t let it happen anymore

I am not the idle rock
To cling to in the storm
Make up your own fire
Learn to keep yourself warm

And I’m out of it
Shivering hot
This could be the blackest pit
It feels like just the spot

But I don’t care
And don’t you dare
Kneel to me
Like you’ve done before
I won’t let it happen anymore

 

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Endlessly Hoping Endless

I’m itching myself
For an imaginary scratch
Speaking in some tongues
Feed on me young ones
I seem to be your catch

Never know when it’s through
Another pint of blues
At a Saturday bar
You’ll see the rising stars

Right down on the floor
Curled tight into a ball
Twitching and shaking
Little movements I’m making
Set me up for another fall

The face paint is washing away, smearing
And I am very closely, closely nearing
Another high, high bridge
Give me stimulation, I’m immortal
Came through some other portal
Tonight I’m going to die
God I feel so high
Another body floats through Stockbridge

Never know when it’s through
Another pint of blues
At a Saturday bar
You’ll see the rising stars

I don’t know where I’m going
My face is red and glowing
Another black night
And I can’t feel right
Without all my lovers knowing
I’m down on the ground
Go and kick me around
Right into the gutter it seems
Right in the trash with my dreams

And I’m cutting my chest
Just to see blood
Ooze down like some love
From Gods above
Even though it’s not for my best

Never know when it’s through
Another pint of blues
At a Saturday bar
You’ll see the rising stars

 

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Black Death Row

A sick feeling
my head swims around
& around
not that anyone cares
(especially those I'd wanted to)

    I can see it so clearly;
    summers day, twilight approaching
    a gold covers the sky canvas like oil or acrylics in a museum
    flowers, lillies, roses, buds and blossoms
    are secretly bones painted over.

I'm crying out, the cradle
I'm looking through the doors
that hood is right with me
and no one to wipe the dew, the misted dew away
they've gone away
and I'm left alone

silent is this hour
silent is my thought
I can barely take in the air
that once gently kissed, caressed
made love to me
in our passion days

It's over,
fuck it all
It's over,
I can't go on
the world is dying
I saw the trees go limp
I am dying
ghost inhabit me, take my motor skills
it is over-
fuck my corpse now.

 

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When Cement Becomes

Alien dreams of Terra Cotta Tiles
Make us Fall
To the Machine
Let us Fall
To the Machine
What have we sewn
what do we seem?

When Cement becomes
the repent of the sums
we lost
when tossed
through the storm
we couldn't keep warm
just couldn't keep warm.

I'm waiting
who's hey all way
here and yesterday
I'm waiting
we've found the dog pound
in back of the bay
I'm waiting
with ten men and then
death begins to obey
the whims of man
the Son of Sam
is in my command
I'm waiting

The wings are all gone
buried, pushed on,
through seas of azure
snaged on the lure
thrown in to us
who raise up the fuss,
raising the fuss.

I'm waiting
who's hey all way
here and yesterday
I'm waiting
we've found the dog pound
in back of the bay
I'm waiting
with ten men and then
death begins to obey
the whims of man
the Son of Sam
is in my command
I'm waiting

Maybe it's late
and maybe it's day
welcome to love
life on the bay
maybe it's god
maybe it's not
whoever it is
they've got a lot

we're gold
we're gold
we're gold
we're dying, we're crying, we're sighing,
we're old.
 
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When the Fleas Barged In
I. CUT

go in the
Greco-Rome marching
fascism time (swine) is it something fuck live
or Mama help me wetter in  In u can...net is street
it's the father
eating way in
hotter but the are
time essence but the fuck
everyone
grand me  show
e (in) now
'She we ex cells
it to Dr... maybe

Like Anthe else
all the
pigs Ra
Not....s the out lion
or the  together-he in yesternacht
nacht it nacht
night god
death the fucking like all do Mont
(which help) does of
where hithouse
where and
movie getset-stapo
Jesus allGrant
in the you

II. Sound

pim pan bin ban
boo ba boo bu
gyo naaaaaa
rim pim dan din fu fu ggggarrrrish
shimpeltingast
hartin larfing naggashi

III. Envoi

pim ba--
  (in) now
 
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Casablanca
They'd just gotten out alive
a last chance,
a final drive--
through to Morroco,
each feeling sick:
Everyone comes to Rick's.