Poem 20141116

Did a ton of yard work yesterday and I was too tired to even think about writing a poem.  We’ll see what I can squeezez out today.

The coyote stopped
Stared into the flashlight
While we crossed the street
It’s coat was grey and shiny
It looked well-fed
Though I hadn’t heard about
Any missing pets

It kept its distance
We kept ours

The dog on the end of the leash
Who can’t see well in the dark
Didn’t catch a scent of his distant, wild cousin
Or there would have been whined greetings
But I think
The coyote appreciated
Our giving him his space
And he turned
And prowled the perimeter of the bushes
Looking for dinner

Poem 20141113

The wasps appeared overnight
It seems
Huddling under the eaves of the house

I’d only ever seen them at night
No stray, menacing fliers
Just a tight ball of yellow and black bodies
Huddling together
Protecting their mother

And if they had stayed that way–
But instead they stung you twice
And went after our daughter’s face
But thankfully she was not stung

Still

I made war on them
In a sweatshirt and long jeans and gloves
A dust-mask and a hoodie, closed down tight around my face
The mask fogged my glasses
And I wore a headlamp with a red light so
They wouldn’t have a light to follow

I needed the lamp because I attacked at night
While they were sluggish, drowsy, dreaming wasp-dreams
And sprayed them with something so toxic
They fell onto the cardboard boxes I had laid out to catch their corpses
Sounding like shelled peanuts falling from a great height

The next morning
I counted twenty-five
And hoped they all perished together in those few seconds
So none would be alone.

Poem 20141112

I’d like to write a poem every day and see where it takes me. Maybe I’ll write a brand new poem each time. Maybe I’ll post revised versions of poems. Maybe I won’t do anything. Who knows.

Here’s the first one.

We could hear the couple
In the next room
Well, I could hear them since
You slept on and on
While they moaned
And the man said “don’t stop”
And the woman obviously didn’t
And I closed my eyes and tried to
Remember what the neighbors looked like
Tried to picture them in my mind
But stopped myself from waking you

You needed your sleep
After all
And I was the only one afflicted
With the sounds of lust or love or just
Hooking up
And I stopped myself from waking you
Kept my hands to myself
And you didn’t wake up to hear them
And the feelings
Weren’t contagious
After all