The Chaos Grenade

At home today….getting back to my Okie roots. (Taken with...

Tue, 29 May 2012 11:38:01 -0500

At home today….getting back to my Okie roots. (Taken with instagram)

What happens if you fall in love with a writer?

Tue, 29 May 2012 08:15:26 -0500

What happens if you fall in love with a writer?:

Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning….

A clip of me reading Let Me Have This, to commemorate my change...

Tue, 22 May 2012 08:52:59 -0500

A clip of me reading Let Me Have This, to commemorate my change to The Chaos Grenade. A “vaguemumble” I most certainly am not.

Cleaning House

Mon, 21 May 2012 16:22:00 -0500

About to shake some stuff up around here, dear followers.

I’m no longer identifying myself as “vaguemumble.” It’s not appropriate to me anymore. I’m tired of splitting up my writing, my hobbies and my life into separate endeavors. I want them all under one roof, one moniker, because all of it is me.

And upon contemplation, I’ve decided I’m doing everything under my old title of The Chaos Grenade. A Vague Mumble isn’t me anymore….I’ve come out of my chains and howled with the beasts and forged my spirit in the fires of it all. Through my followers, fellow poets (and warrior poets), muses and drunken debaucheries my mumbling has become a slow, steady roar.

This mean I’ll probably be doing a bit more than just my writing on here…I’ll probably be sharing my nerd side on here, as well as some personal rants. But I’ll do my best to keep it all informative and relevant and not just some re-hash of what the rest of the internet may be saying.

Real Life is Happening, Too.

I’m also in the process of getting ready to transfer to a new apartment with my crazy gypsy (in the bohemian sense) hetero lifemate Crenshaw. It’s weird how Life can move fast around here, with our social circles always fluctuating and changing. Friendships are made and lost, relationships blossom and crash. And, yet, it seems the big pinnacle moments in our lives are always just out of hand’s reach.

And in the swirl of madness we sometimes lose footing. And in the process of change, we sometimes suffer a disconnect from our craft. I’m dying to get back to writing on BOTH of the novels I’ve started, as well as bleeding out some poetics for you guys. But the current transition is muddying my inspiration, and so I’m afraid there may be some radio silence on my end for a while.

That, and Diablo 3 isn’t making packing any easier.

For Abigail

Wed, 16 May 2012 23:24:15 -0500

I was drowning in my madness.
I was fighting the currents,
I was screaming out in darkness
and choking on the cold waters.

You saw me there with you, sinking.
You reached out and grabbed my hand,
and with me you shared your breath;
you anchored me to this place.

You didn’t allow me to surface;
instead you reminded me how to swim.
You taught me to breathe again,
and to adjust my eyes to the murky underglow.

I always sank here to be away from them,
to be alone in my cold comforts and dark waves.
But now I sink here to find you waiting for me,
to take comfort in your words and dark heart.

To take comfort in knowing another monster like me,
to drift to the uncertain waves in our deep solace;
to drift to slumber by the haunting melodies
of your sea-swept lullabyes.

Made a new friend today. (Taken with instagram)

Wed, 16 May 2012 14:18:32 -0500

Made a new friend today. (Taken with instagram)

Not meaning to hold myself backin quiet reservation.But sometimesit’s necessaryfor stoic...

Mon, 14 May 2012 15:35:57 -0500

Not meaning
to hold myself back
in quiet reservation.

But sometimes
it’s necessary
for stoic contemplation.

So many
thoughts swimming around;
emotions boiling in me.

It’s needed
to just take it in,
and let these words stew a bit.

When ready,
they will erupt out,
and oh how they will echo.

ask-beetlejuice started following you And anyone who wants to follow an AWESOME Beetlejuice fan...

Thu, 03 May 2012 08:19:00 -0500

ask-beetlejuice started following you

And anyone who wants to follow an AWESOME Beetlejuice fan blog/advice column (with original fan art!) follows them back with me!

Nicotine Molasses

Thu, 03 May 2012 05:16:21 -0500

Every step I take brings me further.
Every mistake, a lesson I need.
Every time I raise you a standard,
the stones beneath me tremble.

Any way I choose is unknowing.
The whims I take are seldom success.
Any time I wager a gamble,
the foundation starts to give away.

Who am I to take up these chances
balancing my heart on a wire?
Who am I to challenge these voices?
Seduced by these blackened avenues.

Every step I take leads to nowhere.
Every misfortune, a hunger I feed.
For every lover I raise a standard
just to die a little more each time.

Raise myself a little more early,
forcing myself to face down the dawn.
Another day lays out before me,
another gauntlet for me to march.

Another scar for the ensemble
of us petty fools and diamond queens.
Another cigarette this morning,
another kiss of my dying word.

Belligerent, Aspirations, Shadow

Wed, 02 May 2012 14:08:00 -0500

You can’t help but be eager.
Your eyes glaze over the curves
of the devil’s waltzing partner,
the sweat beading down your face
as your grip loosens to the shakes.

Your intentions and demeanor blur,
your aspirations in life change,
and the course of your ship
aims to meet her treacherous shores;
setting sail into the storm.

Belligerently you push through
the crowd of other suitors,
hoping to strike up a spark
of light to chase off these shadows,
but those hands still shake much.

Strike too much and too fast
and you’ll break your flint,
you’ll waste your fuel;
and if you did spark true,
you’ll burn yourself out quick.

You’ll be left drifting here,
on the seas of the dance floor,
taken back wave after wave
as she floats further and further
from your drowning hands.

Leo's Sleep (for @binkthebomb )

Tue, 01 May 2012 16:57:00 -0500

Leo lays down to sleep
in the concrete jungle
he displaced himself in.

He left his pride back home,
coming here to be with
all the other cool cats.

He dreamt of the circus,
to be star of the ring,
but all he got was whipped.

All those other cool cats
hissed and bit at his back;
pegging him the coward.

But they forgot his claws
are as sharp as his roar,
and as true as his word.

He licks his wounds tonight,
bedded down; not beaten.
Tomorrow he shall roam.

A Sun-Dried Afternoon

Tue, 01 May 2012 16:17:00 -0500

for 21781

A perfect day ripened,
ready for the picking.
Collect these others, too.
Let them take the sun’s rays,
and absorb these sweet herbs.

Preserve them in bottles
of precious olive oil;
keep them to flavor
those other dreary days
that dull out your feelings.

Pop Culture Warfare

Tue, 01 May 2012 15:59:53 -0500

for goodmorning-spider:

Goose stepping
to the choice
of a new
generation.

Red, white, blue
swastikas
reflect off
painted glasses.

Neon newsprint
resounding
the laughter
of thought police.

Freedom of
living is
yours for just
a monthly fee.

Do you own
the license
for ideas
inside your mind?

Are you not
permitted
to think that
out in public?

Remember
you signed an
agreement
on their own terms.

Have these pills,
eat these foods,
drink this pop
culture warfare.

Hit Me.

Tue, 01 May 2012 14:57:35 -0500

Who wants to give me 1-3 words for a poem prompt?

Bound to Happen.

Tue, 01 May 2012 10:41:01 -0500

21. Why would anyone ask this question?
Because Brian Doucet is an asshole. No, really, it says it on his FB profile and everything.

From a Twitter Follower: #5 and #26

Tue, 01 May 2012 10:32:34 -0500

List three books you’ve read more than three times.
1984 by George Orwell, Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson, Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller.

What subject(s) do you find you cannot write about, and why?
Hrrm, good question. Believe it or not I’ve had the hardest time writing erotica or sex scenes. I recently broke those boundaries, however, not for any interest of getting recognition in the genre but just pushing myself out of my safe zones.

I suppose anything detailing harm to women or children is out of the question. Anything heavily grounded in reality that requires a ton of logic and number sense is also not my forte……don’t expect a modern drama involving an accounting firm from me any time soon.

22, 27, 16, and 6

Tue, 01 May 2012 10:21:02 -0500

Lyrics or music, and why?
So not a fair question! I’ve heard so many well put words sang to god awful noises (Cradle of Filth, I’m looking at you!) Ultimately, lyrics are what I try to pay attention to. Yes, I’m that guy that can rant on to the symbolism or back story of a song forever; or hang onto a tune just for one profound line.

What is the End?
The End is the moment you close the book, sigh, and wonder.

If your writing process were or could be analogized to a movie, what movie would that be?
Brazil.

Do you find alcohol or other drugs enhance your creativity/writing ability, or detract from it? Why or why not?
Drinking is definitely a muse of sorts. I find it’s one part shutting up aspects of my brain that hinder my inner narrator, one part lowering my inhibitions and making me eager to leave my comfort zone and push some boundaries “for the sake of storytelling.” I’m one of those blessed (and cursed) with remembering what he does after a hard night of drinking (most of the time)….so it’s nice to tap on those flashbacks for inspiration.

debaser: 21 Questions for Writers

Tue, 01 May 2012 10:06:08 -0500

debaser: 21 Questions for Writers:

This is a meme I think I can hop on with.
Go ahead and ask a number below (or come up with something yourself.)

jayarrarr:

I see y’all reblogging these “ask me a number” things, and I’m not saying they’re not interesting (okay, some of them aren’t), but none of them are tailored to the “writing community”. You call yourselves a writing community? Act like it! I’ll start. Here ya go.

Note: you can ask me these questions if you wish, but reblog them so others can ask you, and get asked, and we can all get to know one another as writers. That’s how you build community.

Who is your favorite tumblr poet — the one you always, without fail, must read — and why?

Who is your favorite tumblr prose writer — the one you always, without fail, must read — and why?

Who would you say is your greatest writing influence, in terms of your own writing style, and why?

Paper or plastic?

List three books you’ve read more than three times.

Do you find alcohol or other drugs enhance your creativity/writing ability, or detract from it? Why or why not?

Where is your favorite place to write, and why?

What other artistic pursuits (if any) do you indulge in apart from creative writing?

When do you find is the best time of day for you to write, and describe why this is so?

You get a brilliant thought/phrase/idea at an inappropriate moment (in the shower, while driving, while drifting off to sleep). What do you do?

Cake or death?

What are some of your favorite words, and why?

If you lost all ability to read and write for a day, what would you do?

Do you desire to be published or to make writing your profession? Why or why not?

Tyler Durden and Holden Caulfield in a no-holds-barred fight club grudge match. Tell me the story. Who wins?

If your writing process were or could be analogized to a movie, what movie would that be?

What is your favorite style or form of poetry to read, and why?

What is a style or form of poetry that you cannot stand, and why?

Who would you save the last dance for, and why?

What one thing would tell you that you’d “made it” as a writer?

Why would anyone ask this question?

Lyrics or music, and why?

Do you prefer to handwrite first, or compose on keyboard? Follow-up: if you do both, do you find your writing differs if you write it on the keyboard versus writing out by hand?

This, or that?

If you were a merperson, what song would you sing, and why?

What subject(s) do you find you cannot write about, and why?

What is the end?

Placate The Monster

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 14:17:09 -0500

It’s time to placate the monster:
the greedy horror festering
in the back of my damaged mind.

He infested me as a leech,
a parasitic idea that
nobody else should be trusted.

He grew up as a hope killer,
whispering his conspiracies,
feeding me his false suspicions.

He matured as a juggernaut,
wrecking any stability
in the foundation between us.

I had fortified my kingdom,
prepared for all of your onslaughts,
only to be torn down within.

It was no good to bury him,
he would only bore his way out,
collapsing the ground under me.

My only choice is to face him,
to stand taller over him now,
and expel him from my psyche.

So, today is #Pocket Poem day, but I don’t feel like leaving my cave. Instead, I’m going...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 13:01:00 -0500

So, today is #Pocket Poem day, but I don’t feel like leaving my cave. Instead, I’m going to spam some links in this post of poems by other authors that I loved here recently. Visit them, give them some love (where applicable). Share this post if you can.

“I Am A Writer” by SamMcCool:
http://amidnight-dreary.tumblr.com/post/21748668469/i-am-a-writer

“Wrath of the Father” by Davin Kimble:
http://davinkwriter.tumblr.com/post/19069527768/wrath-of-the-father

“The Color Blue” by Wren Bates (livejournal link):
http://bnwren.livejournal.com/87215.html

“One Black Wing” by Crenshaw Davis:
http://crenshawdavis.tumblr.com/post/10570068741/one-black-wing

“Clean” by verbatim-et-litteratim:
http://verbatim-et-litteratim.tumblr.com/post/20143697624/clean

“Women are like Cigarettes” by PoorPhraser:
http://poorphraser.tumblr.com/post/15076669746/women-are-like-cigarettes

“Alphabetical Order of People and Places We Know or Shall Know One Day” by Dylan Wright:
http://starlightandcitystreets.tumblr.com/post/10919676795/alphabetical-order-of-people-and-places-we-all-know-or

An Untitled Piece by Goodmorning Spider:
http://goodmorning-spider.tumblr.com/post/21366430197/i-used-to-dream-of-kissing-the-river-my-mouth

PS — I hope my fellow Tumblr poets aren’t taken back by my linking. I’ve gone through my favorites and grabbed the ones that really stuck with me. And if you’re not on this list, please forgive me! There’s so much talent on here!