#maltempi poetry

[themiraclesessions]

Hidden Gem

His skull was cracked like an egg shell. 10,000 watts shot through hell. Big, bang, pop.

She threw her slippers off. Allie threw 'they' voice, (pronoun awareness please; it was chilling..

Collecting tears from a sobbing cry _-for analysis purposes.

Promising they-would never say,

'I'm too old for this.'

View this spooky program with me.. will compare notes... whilst lighting the wicks to our complex candle.

A brick through the Multiverse.

Table for one. Scaling the hedge, seconds turn to minutes; stood up by the orphanage.

#pastel- color- autumn foliage.

What time zone am I in?

Directors cut, look away, spoiler... insert.

Today were taking off the bandages. I'II leave solitary again, the banter, 'as dull as dishwater.' Bells and piano bringing me back to life. Cussing, and blue-collar outfits don't make you down to earth.

lam gonna pet that dog.

Two count downs, box breathing.

Salvage the good wood.

Duster in the parking lot, passenger side door stuck. Late 70s model rocks. Please take off your oversized sunglasses, I want to see your eyes talk.

I patch the passenger seat with maroon colored duct tape. Did you have a good time? I don't drive white cars.

carlo maltempi

10/23 cc mybeatmyheart

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Globophobia

You tore through people like birthday presents. Sphere in the air- kept in the ears.

Held your secret till the next rest station. Let it go; timed your toast. Vilified.

Q:

A:

Strung out one thousand times, your spirit fights. Acrimoniously, pausing for a moment of silence.

Part II.

A room to create in- blazer sleeves rolled up at the water color station. Salt the results, the auroras and the chime bell calls. Techniques for the ages.

The symbols on cave walls…the war time curated riches. Long play- last song, side A, smooth grooves.

Back to the Original suspect. Lauded, raffled, straightened. Auto-corrected.

Game show cheat studying the video tapes, had it out for you. Ghost ships, snow flakes- Luke warm mistakes- the residue of ambivalence.

I am not the man you can black mail anymore. Emoji for the homeless: sleeping bag, tags still attached. 

By Carlo Maltempi 2023 cc.

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A humble brag-

At your flat -read while you slept, cover to cover- over international water- snippets of macros-the dirty recluse, ate his neon food.

Let’s review, said exit strategy/ you tried to kill yourself, list 3 coping skills- GMT.

Genuine empathy/ on company time? Cover to cover- cover to cover, cover to cover.

tempi000 cc 2023

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My time zone bends

What’s the power of suggestion in this case?

Think I’ll power on again in metric. Did you remember to breathe? Put some color in your cheeks?

I’ve been taking pictures since 84’, the one of you looking tragic at the dollar store.

Smiling at Elliott before he opened up for the Tindersticks. The German tourist talking over your set made me so sick.

My time zone bends

Replicating design elates- spinning in a stirrer-convalescing- warm hearts- junk drawers- staying on course

We met on stage under hot lights. You sang at a higher register so beautifully, I isolated, and turned up your mic.

Spell your name in lowercase--Be as it may-communicating Sway; to this acoustic Romulus- dying - the king-betrayed.

(To believe in what you believe) *in x2) monarch butterflies are my fluttering Allies reincarnate.

Following your electro Silverado down your trapdoor

My time zone bends

Carlo Maltempi cc disappearing records 2023

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Fortune Tellers Crystal ball

Nothing was ever promised the earth was silent the moon Unresponsive

You came to life In my mind dancing in some saloon- your left eye black & blue

Your grey dress tattered smelling like a Forrest bottled up in a perfume.

Nesting, mediating my attention on a blue dot sticking to a wall. trapped in some Fortune Tellers crystal ball

I’ve had enough

I wrote you a letter back in college- after we kissed, when an empty bottle you spun stopped in my direction. Nervously, I took a quick breath and puckered up.

I grew a beard and moved back to the mountains, I passed black bears, friendly neighbors, and an out of order water fountain. I waved hello and smiled with my eyes closed, Eating lemonade-partially frozen with a sweet brioche bun to dip into the slush

An easy bucket breaKfast at a dead man’s table that came with this newly rented house.

I still feel you around though your 6 feet under. I wish I could dig up your grave and wake you.

Nesting, mediating, my attention on a blue dot sticking to a wall trapped in some Fortune tellers crystal ball.

You never win you only negotiate

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The Needles Exceed the Vines

It’s been centuries since I’ve tried to find the kind of love that’s been borrowed-returned and timed.

The kind of waterlogged holes the aggregate blames the lime.

Driving into Vermont the needles exceeded the vines.

The Au pair’s face says let’s kiss till our coupon codes expire.

Dance in the cold lit American sky...

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Play it through

Stay around for the rouse-The good moments add up like pocket change- It’s quiet- I have a quiet spell- and think of you with heart not brain

Short travel down country road 881-The sun the moon are all in one -Panoramic view God made a special directors cut- for me - for you-

Chorus)

Play it through please play it through - that’s why oh man please play it through - Don’t cut the lines to the telegraph- I won’t know how the battle ends- I can’t give you directions unless you ask

My birthday cake you made is cooling down- it’s 19 something something and all my friends are in. I make some homemade things and wait at home for a homemade gathering-

I’m kind of a celebrity - so I can’t let you know where I am broadcasting from—- safety concerns x2

I promised you when I left - that I’d shoot you a text and see how you were doing as we both convalesced - I miss our talks in the smoking room-

Play it through -please play it through - that’s why oh man please please play it through - don’t cut the lines to the telegraph - I won’t know how the battle ends -I can’t give you directions unless you ask.

Carlo Maltempi

Last Place music

4/2020 CC

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Overdosing on nostalgia

Overdosing on nostalgia (song idea)

Plug me in to your wall now

My recycle hands in the dirt- now—making one with the earth now-Undo the undo-

Don’t put your racing helmet on the ground- don’t you know thats frowned upon—/ask your neighbor. Ask your mom- she can Search engine it for you

(Interlude)

a castle we build- our names engraved-// the finances deferred—- as we barter and save! a future you a future me-/ I see a bear- You see a bird—-/x2

(Music interlude)

Chorus

Overdosing on the style loser

Blood vessels break- she’s an easy bruiser- New city hall new dance moves- screen play resting on cheap furniture with loose screws—

overdosing on Nostalgia

Even when I don’t want to

Clouds cover the last full moon of the decade- exhale-amazed-astray- meaning is meaning is meandering and fleeting - utopia I read in Japanese translate-

Overdosing on the style loser- Blood vessels break- she’s an easy bruiser- New city hall new dance moves- screen play resting on cheap furniture with loose screws—

overdosing on Nostalgia- Even when I don’t want to

#poetry #indie #americana #maltempi #poem #poet #song writer

Carlo Maltempi 12/17/2019

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Coma Folks

 Coma folks

Lighting up in the red

Memories on the homestead

poplin shirt your sweating in

Your too thin - And memories your losing like pencils and pens.

Unconsciousness- mussing your hair full of aqua-net - coming through -eating vegan—taking vitamins— Mediative breathing- like a metro dome- your missing home and niacin for your nervous system

(Part II)

Strange birds_ from Greece migrating—— they have no borders required no passports.... Meditate on existence

grammar fanatics look away-manipulate sound adjusting to the earth quake in our hearts_ quick glance- no spark… Maybe it’s the alternator?

Cicadas jumping with cadence.

Collective gestation you adopt two & love them like your own. Selfless is not a trick —-see the rainbow through darkness— how many ways can one be truly rich?  put it in a country song sandwich. 



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Board Walk Dancing

Last of summers advertised days. I hear yelling and judgment and walk away. Not running from anything not looking to get a good deal on a 4 wheel drive Jeep just yet.

Not once to the beach, so off I go to catch some waves, vitamin D and Salty breezes.

I examine a light post and fascinate about sea creatures and about you and all your sunglass

Powers and incredible digestive track.

Board walk runners and lovers I cross paths with. I can’t help to think; Is this a scene in a play I have yet to run lines in? Step,step, loose 2x4, avoidance. I feel like I’m board walk dancing.

Northern light promises, Are you up pass midnight? Hoping for a glimpse of greens, pinks and bright whites? Surreal message I play in my car makes my heart sink and I want to partake in a pint- so I make it an organic, non GMO type.

I am a sureggete to my future self. I am romantic when I don’t try too hard. 10 minutes in I abandon the lecturer. Uncertainty + mystery equals====. Fuck. I won’t say.

Another papa, another mama....shot. Baby left in hot car.. Fucking insanity. Start loving. Start focusing on one task. Why do I love airports?

Next level- tv fed by quarters- MP’s guard pointless delays.

People are good and equal until they prove other wise. People are not terribly different but very different.

Would you name your kid after a fictional person in a dream you had?

Stop the King! Stop the Queen! Stop the power gluten privileged who abuse there power.

Standard procedures.. don’t be shut out! Voice ya-self.

Another pop up: ‘Is this poem published?’ Is poetry for the perfect or for the imperfectly perfect?? Poetry for all?

A repost, a recipe, a recipient. Do you like this poem or do you just need a new follower? Are you published and attractive? Not that there is anything wrong with that. Genius. I want to walk with you and hear you tell a story.

Are the fruits ripe on your tree?

So I think positive and write positive and cook positive and yield and breath and express and stay away from the mall. And turn right till I can only go left.

Carlo Maltempi 9/1/19

[themiraclesessions]

Mayhem in Art Mode

Convalesce my mortal mess reprogram me- delete and test This Sacred ground- 10 dollar kiss- a pause in silence- A silent kit its a pleasure to see your face - expressions that hold there levity These troubling 1 star memories erase erase where water meets the saddest bridge- where water meets the saddest bridge (erase erase) where water meets, erase erase repeat on delay)) (synth out)Dancing in slow mo-tion while Sitting at a wedding we’re every seat is taken. Nibbling on primavera, artichoke, The cake is announced, but remains a “no show.” The garden grows- With your short story fortitude, liberties, antidote, read between the lines- the pull out couch makes love rhyme, the pull couch makes love.

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Subtraction Builds the Fortress 

Gold star, dial emergency.

Turned into your light,

Tuned into your frequency.

It was sharp and mid roast

Like your preference for coffee.

I’ll take more home fries, more impromptu surprises.

Your hurt goes adrift, you no longer attempt to steer it.

The thought of you nursing the struggling, delaying your holiday, electric!

Everyone is here, and I’m terrified!

Everyone is here and I’m terrified!

Everyone is here and I’m terrified!

I’m Like an injured Ghost trying to limp into an afterlife!

I’m ignoring the ‘the road ends soon..’ warning signs!

The great berserker seeks her justice! The howl at midnight means come home I’m nervous. I need to scratch an itch can you remove the hand cuffs?

Is this justice? Just what is justice? Subtraction builds the fortress, subtraction Fluid fortress I guess- Subtraction builds the fortress

Da da da da da.

Carlo 2/20/23 re

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I can’t remember your name

Crawl space, rewind, hyped up your good time, black gun, a .22, locked in a bathroom

snow falling window watched, as you detoxed again

Chorus: Warm sun coming up wrong don’t hear from you anymore, think about you so hard, I can’t remember your name

I see you in my dream- a banger of a time, a free high. mission blues, home schooled, recovering from your mood. candlelight, a spare decision exercised my fight or flight

Chorus 2 Warm sun coming up wrong don’t hear from you anymore, think about you so hard, I can’t remember your name

Forecast, enhanced view, late for your curfew, a starry night of big decisions, waiting for the universe to reply

Warm sun coming up wrong don’t hear from you anymore, think about you so hard, I can’t remember your name

Carlo Maltempi

[themiraclesessions]

More than Small Talk and pork chops with / fancy salad etc.

I snuck up on you at the library-tapped your shoulder-said, “hi” (insert inflection of choice).

1. Old spines-cardboard- text pressed imperfectly - flipped pages- read- want to drink coffee and day dream of eating popcorn with you but:

A. I’m in a library

B. I should focus on the book I’m reading at the ‘moment

inspiration can be scheduled but is better left as a single focused act and entity

spontaneitously curiuos

the residue

Of design

Do you agree?

Home to you- home to me-

More than small talk and pork chops with/ fancy salad etc.

Carlo Maltempi 8/27/19

[themiraclesessions]

Fascination Does not need batteries

Through flights of imagination embolden to risk reward I begin by saying, this is how I feel Left turns that turn right. Echo chamber silhouettes play records from the future of science without the fiction. My stream of conscience- not main stream. Simple is fine for complicated instructions. I curse for effect these days; a cool verbal pause... verbiage x2 deliriously in rhythm I play you my songs on wooden floors and cathedrel ceilings..// — I walk into a garden-cut some rosemary- pray to some one I can’t see but have faith is there- -like microorganisms putting on a play about inanimate objects I’m full with passion.. a burning touch. Rebels follow your heart- practical logic is over rated and will some times not lead to safe passage. To a marsh you invite me... I want to read you a paperback. Carlo Maltempi 8/20/19