http://slow.writerscafe.org/DeformedLion The original writings of author A.M. Nelson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985164 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i am indiebut less artful than the clone his brushstroke on the timpani something to beholdafter the grunge voice lets loosehis bride knife. its all pollock today, he couldn't be less basquait if he tried, maybe he mulches gingerbre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/1189134/ my need of you is the flower of opus. our dividends of knowledge,  our cold word sling-shot. you deny me, reduct those pagespreciously grown.  a little sunshine to turn, return your blossomas smile,returned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/582872/ almost a love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/582869/ ...very poopy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/522339/ the obstetrics of your fingers, those burgeoning members birthing my flesh,  you ARE fat, baby, you ARE faa--aaaat! and my slovenly eyes, they intrigue, like foxes caught in the shell of some crusty nightmare, they sing;not "Beatles" but waves of salt, little rock of harmony. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/522337/ so let me quote your father: "i never loved you anyway"   and that my sweet bowtie is the crux of it, your bourbon hedge slit like legs i peak across--  do dream of them, those pretty pinsstalking. (you) sleek on ice, like a stiff one--  skate thin betwe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/522336/ She will stand in the goodbye skyand laugh with the flowers, watchher daughters mist into rainbow scarves, melding colour into citadels that peak over the hedge of Time. Those daughters, with invisible touch, slowly spinning like dice in a cup, they will the love of sailors .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/427285/ ...the refinery of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/407435/ ...a poem about wrestling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/392224/ there are little holes in my words. which sparks of light might poke their heads through,  and much do the lies and molten truths rejoice. for sake of mine. for the gangrene of youth. for the thought of ageas it crumples us all like brown paper bags. holes in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/392206/ i am tired. the pink elephant has been snoringpast its bedtime, and the trees smell like honey. the dew is on the grass, the dew is in the grass, the grass is dewy and muffles the smell of the trees which smell of honey and taste like the ash of rainbows. b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/387307/ inside where the pain is. we scream and screamand rainbows wash awayaways down the drain and down the sinkand down the rabbit hole. we are flourescent and beautifulaimed at nothing but the swallowing sky, easy black, all or everythingcome to ease our minds awaywhere truth .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/387306/ i think i know. but i don't. i am tried and best and blue, vanquished in the moth flutter of dim bulbs smoking hot. red. then arcs yellow, blended colours strewn across the ceilingwhere the ants crawl. backwards. into night, with dreams haunting: a beautiful w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/386920/ i be the sun the bee the flower sung, water on skin. stung. with no wind i fall and break.break into colour--rainbow(penisglowinglikeaglowykindofmoon)stripped apart and bleedingme (flight of birds, gush and slide) into darkn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/326622/ in my jacket is a saxophone. in the saxophone is a tidy sum of feelings. last night i found a man in my breast-pocket, he spoke in A-flatand blew his nose on my sleeve. i said to him "why are you in my clothes?" to me he said "it just didn't fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/326621/ ...best poem i have written in what feels like many a month. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/323820/ motorbike engine revs her thighsinto heaven, pink and peach on the complexion of a smooth child. criminal is the doll which says so little, eyes preternaturalblink and blink again for the forest is the owl and the skin which is the sky is home to a million different lightsall colou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/317457/ continuation of a theme from "friendly fire" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/312317/ gun weeps bullets like frost and sympathy... tea-leaves choke the space between the soldiers-- water molecules pressed beneathtranscendence. while outside, in the cold of night: falling are the bodies caught in the friendly fires of dawn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/312288/ smile like a lemon wedgelightless, weighedagainst the salt and sting war of fruitionwith kamikaze leanto risk the lips, in kiss and touch in bliss,oblivion! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/310291/ crppled categht legs no eyesshpped meow's through stormby malman. cat grnsgrns shp. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/308305/ simply dance on the awning, the yawn the tip the slip the yip, the dog has layed a golden egg upon the ledge, in hearth to warm to ice to reave the soul from slit-eyes shedwhere tears hang like pearls of jizz from the hooker's death, she, unmoved immune to laughter morally pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/305685/ she gets fucked by a tea-cup everynight when palm-frondmotherfuck gets back from nowhere, he of the sapphire tongueand doleful eyes.he likes to spoon her sugar for her, swishes it in with a gyroscopic motion, swish swish swish.like a "YES YES YES" pounding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/303316/ "waa-waa"-OKcomputer  once a baby, once a sunrising out from ocean sands, skimming cats dance, throw them over lake like pebbles and watch them drown. baby sprinkled, washes off some sunny sin.above,cloud of shadowbrays like elderlyso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/303314/ cat and checkers, she, the feline, arches backfalls onto red square, communist. *as the marxists laughmoist heartedly at the objectivists who have forgotten them in their wallets. while, over on the other-side of things, miss piggy watches the birds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/300522/ we are like loony toons stepping onto colour frames, slouching out from black and white where steamy cups and steamy f***s entwine, dim rain shades the day. life fondles us like Mother's hand, hung upon the crib.  we f**k and f**k and yet yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/294902/ by the underpass, slip of a girl;wide eyes, glances at his paper dreams floating down the drain way. throws out a "how's it goin'...?". heavy in the air, he wants her lips. in a boys fashion,with tented jeans and crooked smile, hair mucked about by silly wind. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/294901/ she is young and still, restless, not yet wisebut wise enough. touch her hair, it shines. it shines for us, like water thought the sun. like words shaped into song and sung. upbeat melody plainly speaks of youth, and the sad truth of age. sneaking on her skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/294899/ there were clouds in her coffee, so she said, but all i saw were the limbs of cigarettes. and strokes of ash, those tendermarkings, left by lovers long gone; scorched upon her flesh. .born of starr. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/294313/ face with a post-it notegrin.cats hackles rise,but she is unfazedby this jealous turn.indeed, not a girlishgrin but one reservedas the wine label teste-ments. tasty face,ponderously slowopen oceanlike jarlsberg- holes in it,fall through on shipinto darkplace,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/293217/ she has a stupid grin. a grin the cat would like to call its own. for ships have no place in the      middle       of the desert; or dessertbut in the waters hands a ship may be at peace. with a cat on its deck th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/292481/  silence offends us.bloom with the outthrustof a catapult-we speak the stoneof broken heart: flowers gain a stonygleam. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/291583/ she likes to hurt when she loves.pulls apart the apron strings tyingher to decency, and naked will decay before his very moraleyes. seeing visions of angels and apple treesshe will climb the stairs like a veteran, to find the roof more spaciousthan she would have it,and woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/288974/ let words reach down the throat of dawnand write the sunrise. the river dreams of water, i realize i am incomplete.  ... truly, as being; in delicatepose of flower poser, ivory vaseand circles inlaidon dead coffee table i am circled, date.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/288493/ my cat has been naughty, has killed another bird feathers lie strewn like little dresses on the bedroom floor, i slide its desiccated bodyinto the dustpan, it rolls over somewhat and small black pin-prick eyes stare into me. they are lifeless and heartbreaking.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/288487/ i lie beside your grave--to show them that i have feelings;for the eclipse of rebirth and because by the numberson the wall are yellow teethconnected to smaller men sand-papered down.suits drift through the sullen streets- night-shaded-dim light looming over pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/287027/ it probably has artful languageand moon residue. likes to touch your heart, that naughty thing no c**k could penetrate. only words only words have power here, in the depths of deep thingsand sorry thoughts that cling with a child's grip, and press like lips, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/285973/ i asked my watch for the time, told me to f-on-off. no manners, only seconds drifting into paper cups upturned-- sip on time; in timeas the beat bends the floor into lava bananas and breakfast clubs wane, but, by the nose we creep back intostyrofoa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/282187/ red paint chips   slide into soft mouth colours of the wall fading, dark sun clings onto surface indigo lips push out at the cool lemonade, glass rests, upturned as liquid refreshment pulses (heart in dance with timewith life with death wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/279961/ A hillbilly, no a born againbigot, with newspaper eyes and crows feet etched on his shoulder blades... "Dylan?" he mutters, from ear-to-ear, as though chewing on the thoughtformed in open-space as green-eyedgrad. students flutter about the quad,hoping to get some of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/276764/ boy on a mission to become a man, slipping on the ledge of greatnessfalling like an appleseed into the earth,hoping to grow up nice and strongbe like a kingand like a poet; like a dusty kingand devour allthe words and all the worlds in the Universe; to learn to li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/276361/ rain and coffee: my sort of day, in peasants dress of slack robe and old sockssitting on the dock of my bed, steam rising from my favourite cupand slipping into a good book time, a tide; breaking down by the secondhours slide byand I don't go wanting,just sitt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/276359/ the only problem I have with feet is that they don't detach. detached men can though, from feelings and unions and Unionsand wiveson the balconies of posh hotelsfilled with naked bell-hop and smoked salmon. so I walk, into the pale city filledwith the sub-space groa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/276313/ hands like the stolen lollipop hide within her sleeves,as cat cradles the tumbleweed in oesophagus, plays kitty for all the neighbours and dark mistress for the mice. she unearths two secrets, but one is plentyand her cardigan is torn. mice scuttle in her bones;cat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/275083/ that light play lighton curled strands of hair-- shadows 'twixt, bound tobody, borne on air.'tween the spaces where form is found,light shaping body out of the black(and into the blue) for slim slow shadow dance-- with flow, water falls-the sky, its backgl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/274282/ d    r     u  n     klike a full-stop peddling into a sign-post,STOP. and you [ha ha!] laugh, see. like a maggot in the dripping of a corpse dripping into death. maggot fitting the tequila bottle lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/273458/ rewrite of somebody elses poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/273398/ hot froth, coffinee slopspilling onto spillassol finds apollo overheadsaturating like salt in hot silk and vampire f(r)iends come backwards through rent memory. old mnemosyneplunges fingersinto droopy skin plucks my heart from headas it pounds like hammer&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/273395/ only the telephone poles are stilllying on ground, playing dead I think.while, Steinbeck raises dust on the backof dreary proseand throws letters like table scrapsat the cat. she prowls, the night which humslike streetlightsand shimmers on telephone lines,(now ere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/271666/ the shoelaces sprint into the windlike bullets and bullet trains. but I am not in Tokyo, I do notlove to love, nor laugh at the indigen. and I posit poses like a floral dress on the wasting iris of a mannequin. while time strokes the clock and close by,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DeformedLion/271665/