Month: February 2017

Civilization Undulates

Pretty talking like

soft sugar in the air

like snow while wind admires herself

in the mirror.

 

Space sparkles kindly on our undulating cities,

the land groaning with the weight of buildings

that rise and fall with generations,

 

while our beloved build

and we try to furnish our vainglorious homes

with ourselves, diminutive,

wispy, fleeing from the thoughtless force of the wind

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The Glitterati is at my doorstep.

Did I know I was a star?

Yes, I admitted,

Because I am always burning

And everything is so dark.

 

But look at the sunshine,

all your sparkling!

 

Around me the air is still missing,

and my soul died trying to fumble home in the dark,

so I say nothing and close the door.

Scrapbook Page

Scrapbook Page

 

They beam summer red

dribbling on her mini thigh

while the nurse checks her labs.

He is her comforter

a teddy bear when the catheter comes.

 

Tiny text. Fair font.

A spray of sea.

A wash of greenery.

 

His mouth opens crazy

eyes bulging

to make her shriek

with gladness

 

Outside each frame

I sit rigid behind the lens

frayed

frazzled

grateful that my miniature joy monster and I

are never alone.

Love

A bush with two roses –

one grousing grouchy.

Grungy soul like the nineties sat on it.

Gray clouds seep slightly,

a spray paint making skin more clear

through coverings.

 

He cut me and I bled green

because I was young.

Because he removed a thorn,

I shook down to my roots.

 

With his pocket knife he smoothed me

from heel to head and I became a rose

the envy of every other rose.

 

Number Jungle

Number Jungle

 

5 has keys. 5 jangles.

Closes cabinets with hips.

 

9 slithers up the glass windows,

copulates on the roof.

 

2 lives

in the succulent old birch tree,

sipping insipid syrup leaking as though from a sieve.

Trees hear each other cry.

 

 

Fighting with a chipmunk for nuts is 4.

4 with big teeth and base instinct

who made the terrain with his little claw year by year.

 

 

3 is a sucker for Romance languages,

estuaries that burn the thirsty livid.

 

 

See the gators muscle through the delta

unaware he watches hungry.

 

7 churns in the puddles

bites mosquitoes til they welt

 

8 carves slices of watermelon beyond the fence

 

spitting seeds

into

a

hole

in

the

ground,

listening to them nest and

fight,

content without toys

 

1 sings high in the breeze,

perched on a cell tower.

Unattainable music,

sweet sweat dripping from him

a rain of sugar.

 

 

Red Rhapsody

A melancholy running over the world,

trampled rows of arthritic wishes

trying to dust themselves off and carry on.

Dust feasts with minute teeth on a handbag.

 

God is a diamond, multifaceted, sparkling

rainbow colors, knife sharp, hard cutting.

And red He let loose in the world

to give us one drop short of enough to drink,

 

to leave us one inch short of His height

requirement, roiling within ourselves,

connected by an energy that knows us.