Insomnia (By Curiosity)

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INSOMNIA

I toss

I turn.

The rich heartlands burn,

and of naiveness, I stink.

I need reality’s slap

across my wounded cheek.

I toss

I turn.

The poor wastelands burn

and of longing, I reek.

I am lured into reality’s trap

across realization’s lonely street.

I toss

I turn—

Insomnia.

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 31 of End of the Road

Published by Lulu.com and Caution Tape Poetry

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Cover Art by Selena Howard

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Rich Girl (Repost Writing as Curiosity)

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RICH GIRL

Oh, now she is a rich girl!

Rockin’ those Dolce & Gabbana shades

in the California summer to disguise

the imperfections behind her slutty hazel gaze.

Chanel Number 5 is the scent that remains;

it stalks as I get drunk off cheap liquor store wine and

down pills in this suffocating, sun-deprived apartment.

She parades down Rodeo Drive with a knock-off

Gucci bag and a paparazzi mob all around.

I swear, telling by all these fuckin’ piranhas with cameras,

you would think she was someone important.

Paris

Lindsay

Angelina

I could never get her off that damned Blackberry!

She wore it like a third earring.

And now they have these Bluetooth thingies where

you don’t even have to hold the phone anymore—

Like she needs incentive to be any lazier.

Oh, she’s such a rich girl now!

Rockin’ that California girl swagger;

UGGS and blue jeans in the summertime,

flip flops and daisy dukes in the wintertime.

She’s become a slave to superficial items,

caught up in the hype of Hollywood,

forgetting how life was before all the fame and fortune.

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 33 of End of the Road

Published by Lulu.com and Caution Tape Poetry

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Cover art by Selena Howard

The Curious Feline (By Curiosity)

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THE CURIOUS FELINE

Curiosity will be the death of her.

It will surely kill the inquiring feline.

The truth will resign to strangle her

leaving her hung by a tiny noose.

Such curiosity will be rewarded

with the intolerable truth.

I invite her into my mind’s deceit.

My diary is so heavy

a ton and a half of excess baggage.

I ponder if she can muster even an inkling

of an understanding of real feelings.

Can she fathom my twenty-year-old

résumé of torment?

If so, then I invite her to read forward

to prance through my journal of heartbreak.

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 20 of End of the Road

Published by Lulu.com and Caution Tape Poetry

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Cover art by Selena Howard

All I Possessed After the Fire (Repost by Curiosity)

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ALL I POSSESSED AFTER THE FIRE

 

The illumination of the blazing fire created

an amber illusion of my sentiments.

Brave firefighters ran into my burning residence,

but it was too late for my possessions.

All had been lost in the amazing house fire,

set ablaze by the unforgiving flames.

But one keepsake found a safety net

amongst the mesmerizing inferno.

The surreal image of Sophia’s exit

was that one lasting possession,

every other had been burned to ash.

How could she have turned her back to me,

and showed the backside of her sultry frame?

How could she have been so frigid

as to turn her remorseless cheek to me,

disregarding the extravagance of our history?

I was in possession of one hurtful memory,

kept away in a tiny, jagged heart-shaped locket

that hung from a dulled bronze chain on my neck.

And as the illumination of the blazing fire

inspired my recollection,

I gripped tightly my one lasting possession.

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 19 of “End of the Road”

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© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Front Cover Design by Selena Howard

From Afar (By Curiosity)

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FROM AFAR

Love me from afar, my dearest love!

Let the nice Marines man

Ship you across the Atlantic

Miles away from any chance

Of our Royal wedding.

Kiss the lips of his salvation

Engage into eternity with someone else

Marry into prominence with another man.

Love me from afar, my dearest love!

Let the polite Marines man

Wisp you far, far away

Miles away from any chance

Of our supposed destiny.

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 16 of “End of the Road”

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© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Cover Art by Selena Howard

Say Goodbye (Repost by Curiosity)

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SAY GOODBYE

I say goodbye to the emotional whippings

The beatings on the side of the tool shed

The slaps across the face at crowded A-list parties.

My term of indentured servitude has concluded.

Rip up the once lawfully binding contract

And throw its remnants into a paper shredder.

In turn, let us erase our memories,

Any recollection of our 4-year charade of a partnership.

Each kiss she planted a poison ivy seed.

Each kiss drained my hope.

Each kiss crippled me.

I wave goodbye to the whippings

The poignant monopoly on my broken spirit

The welts that line the spine of my back.

I am free to find another woman now

One with poison ivy lips to exterminate my core.

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 15 of “End of the Road”

Published by Lulu.com and Caution Tape Poetry

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Cover Art by Selena Howard

May 2012 Muse-Sings Feature Guest, Charles Banks Jr.

 

 

May 2012 Muse-Sings Feature Guest, Charles Banks Jr.

Topic: Caution Tape Poetry

1. Welcome Charles. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself and how long you’ve been writing? Oh, jeez! This is how we begin? Hmm… Well, I’m a writer, but that may be stating the obvious. Aside from self-publishing four collections of poetry, and being featured on a couple of other poetry sites, and included in two anthologies, I am a normal guy. I enjoy my privacy above all. Often, I like to watch Sundance/Independent films. Lately I have been immersed in the History Channel. I started writing at Age nine. In the beginning, short stories caught my attention. It was not until Age twelve that I developed an interest for Poetry. So, it is safe to say that I’ve been married to Poetry for eleven years now.

2. Can you please tell us about your book and why you wrote it? My latest book, End of the Road, can be looked at in a couple of different ways. On the surface, it is a picture of yearning, anger, angst, and understanding: this process is unique to most human experiences. Specifically, Curiosity, the character I have created in Poetry, has experienced a break-up, and must deal with its aftermath. If you are to look deeper than the obvious, Curiosity has lost his Muse, and must cope with that.

3. What kind of research was involved in writing your book? I did not do any research for this project. In the past, when I would work on a project, I would partake in reading poetry anthologies, or even my favorite poems. But this time around I did not want any influences to sway my thought process. Subconsciously, we tend to steal. I wanted to avoid that.

4. Where do you get your inspiration for writing? Look around us! There are tons of things to inspire us. The trees, the birds—trash. Inspiration can come from anything. It’s just up to the artist to accept it.

5. Was it always your goal to be a writer, or did you have other career ideas when you were growing up? I wanted to be a professional basketball player when I was younger. But around Age 14, I seriously thought about the likelihood of that. It hurt. It did, it did. I just felt like I had more control over the possibility of becoming a successful writer than a basketball player in the NBA.

6. Who are your favourite (a) poets (b) fiction writers? I’ve always loved the writing of Nicholas Sparks. All my life I have been a romance fan and what he has done for the romance genre is undeniable. I don’t have any favorite poets. I tend to gravitate toward poets and poems that are not famous. Those poets and poems you would find in the sewers of the world, so to speak.

7. How important do you think self-promotion is and in what ways have you been promoting your book offline and online? Self-promotion can be an effective thing. For me, I’ve always had an interest in knowing how the business of literature works. In America, advertisement is probably the most important component of business. I began promoting my own writing on Myspace. Remember the Mysapce.com days? Anyway, I started networking with other writers Online and developed friendships. I live by this motto in advertisement. “Either you’re going to consume the product I am selling, or you’re going to get tired of me. But I WILL be heard, seen, and read!”

8. What advice would you give to aspiring writers? Write what you know. Often times, beginning writers want to sit down and write the next great American novel. It does not work that way. If you stay true to what you know, then everything else works itself out.

9. Any words of wisdom for those of us who would like to be published? Learn the ropes of the publishing business. If you’re submitting to literary magazines, find out about the magazine. Find out what they have previously published—find out who is overseeing the contest. Who the editors are, ect… it is extremely hard to become published. So if and when it happens, take a moment to cherish the accomplishment.

10. Where can people (a) read your work online (b) buy your book? Do you have a blog? Website? Interested parties can read my work Online at charlesbanksjr.wordpress.com. That is my blog. On my blog there are links to my Facebook.com profile, as well as each of my four collections of poetry. My books are available at Amazon.com, Barnesandnoble.com, and Lulu.com. There is also a link to my ReverbNation profile where interested parties can listen to my audio performances!

HERE’S THE LINK TO MY INTERVIEW ON JULIE CATHERINE’S BLOG:  http://juliecatherinevigna.wordpress.com/muse-sings/muse-sings-may-2012-guest-charles-banks-jr-caution-tape-poetry/