Arsenal of Words

The Writing of Arthur Klepchukov

Tag: poetry

Sailing in place

i. clutch. the. showerhead, drowning
in the afternoon of sound, shrieking
lyrics of your December song on final repeat – but why end?
headBANGING! in the bathtub, almost slipping
on the words of agony, they fill his heart like
tear droplets and I spew them out. neighbors worry as
i stomp with bass until marble cracks, curtain
ripping as he holds on, still singing
naked body thrown against the wall
fists pounding bricks, skull throbbing fierce
but no inch of him is listening
I’m on my knees and pull the faucet out like
a stubborn cord, pipes escape their prison of decades
and thank him with a hiss
the water gives me goosebumps before it melts
my hair and begins to clog
toes drowning in a violent pool of me
nails detach as lyrics still drool out of
melting mouth and closed-eye visions dance around
red droplets sprinkled all about like morning dew
sounds punching at the ceiling until
eclipse invades, all sanity escapes
a brilliant bathtub shatters, no more
container for the ecstasy of melody or madness
he’s nothing but a violent nude,
wet fragments of a soul
that can’t bear to sing along
when every untouched inch of you is gone

a Violent Naked

let’s lose our minds and morals and ourselves.
shed integrity and enemies, friends and figureheads, the future us,
the trusted parts, the known and certain patterns of the heart.
forget described disguise, the honest lies, the dreams inside,
the thoughts we hide from light.
take off this skin with all of it’s experience and all it knows,
take certainty and joy and the way we woe.
strip us of all these emotional clothes and
barb wire blankets that poke til we explode.
peel away layer after prayer to get at the heart of consciousness,
at desires innocent and not, at profound lust and loneliness,
at every fiber of humanity and breath and obvious.
e x h a l e every idea ever known until there’s only a you
so gorgeously unknown


Haikubes are a small collection of blocks you can use to write haiku. You can roll two inspiration dice and write on that theme. My friend Jay Marie and I recently played around with these. Here’s what I came up with when I rolled [ die 1 ] and [ die 2 ]:

[ a vision for ] [ our world ]

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Embracing Blight

Dusk devours the hills into the belly of night.
Tree tops beheaded in the fog.
The sky an inverse sea, drowning the idea of low tide.
The light diminishes and solemnly divides until all that’s left is the flicker of headlights reflected in dark windows.
I let the time extinguish bright until I’m just another empty window,
watching this gentle feast like the last of my species,
meditating through the battle of the unknown alone,
like a Tasmanian Tiger succumbing to the inevitable night.