who put this here
bricks
heads
bricks
fists
bricks
car
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dreams
bricks
money
bricks
lust
bricks
wall
wall
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look for a crack
in the mortar
a single point of light
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Tag: poem
grind (poem 20160516)
you return from vacation
tired and vaguely put off
by having to come home
but the worst part isn’t
giving up on your leisure
or the new vistas
or just escaping the grind
the worst part is coming home
and finding that everything
is fine
that the world didn’t stop turning
just because you weren’t there
that the gears and cogs
circled their axes like normal
and nothing is out of place
that the grind was just fine
without you
you resent the world for not
needing you
and you resent yourself
for wanting it to
transformation (poem 20150515)
full moon
but i’m not going to get
all lon chaney jr. on you
no sudden transformation
not much of a wolf
not much of a man, either
not likely to change
this little light of mine
i’m going to let it shine
no teeth and no fur
(except on my back)
and a useless heart
(except as a clock)
you can keep me around
as a paperweight
big as an eclipsed moon
and as inviting
tombstone (poem 20150514)
the clouds wandered in
while i was eating
distracted by all the carbs
and the waitresses’ uniforms
at the saloon
i managed to make it
across the street in time
to see a single finger of lightning
touch the ground
out beyond the town
thunder rolled into me
like i was made of dried wood
and the drops fell heavy and fat
old silver mining town
more famous for murder
washed for the moment clean
gold and ghosts (poem 20160513)
the mining town is full of ghosts
phantom families drifting
from shop to shop
buying ice cream
that evaporates in this heat
ghost workers and tour guides
repeating their lines on a loop in
this rough and disheveled tourist trap
not even the original town
recreated with old haunted wood
spirit that i am
i pay my money for the mine tour
and the train ride
and wish for a real ghost
to glide out of the shadow
of the mountain
on visiting the grand canyon (poem 2060512)
it was a cute mnemonic to remember
how the grand canyon was formed
over millions of years
DUDE–deposit, uplift, downcutting, erosion
standing at the edge
(there are very few places with rails)
you can see the strata where layer upon layer
settled in an ancient ocean
each line is an ancient mouth whispering
how many people go over the edge?
(i hear the question, and voice it myself)
a dozen on average in a year
usually someone trying to get a good photo
but it is the whisper, you see
we’ve done it all for you, is what it says
taken on the burden of it all
and you can just let go
arizona (poem 20160511)
in a safeway checkout line
a husband and wife
she argues
with the checker about
a two for one deal on something
steaks, i don’t know
i’m too busy focusing on the man’s eyes
crazy and glassy
i’ve seen them before
meth eyes
brain damage eyes
eyes too open
stuck on the surprise setting
but so unfocused
a truck could run him down and he wouldn’t know
until he tried to stand up
yet
he is the one not arguing
saying okay as he emerges from a fog
and pays the bills
while his wife angrily shoves food
in the bags
and walks off
storm (poem 20160510)
deafened by thunder
blinded by lightning, we fall
drowning in this rain
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #96 Lightning&Rain
on not ruining you (reading 20160509)
I felt like doing a reading. I think I got my quiet voice on. I like it. It’s a cross of Garrison Keillor and Norman Bates.
Crow on not ruining you
turbulence (poem 20160509)
the earth spins when you speak
i wonder about my weakness
why i can’t excise these
inner ear bones
that twist the world
under my feet
when your mouth opens
when your tongue glides
across your teeth
afterward, after words
i hear rushing blood
river rapids in my head
i think is it my heart
turning on a shaft
a waterwheel churning in my chest
flooding my veins
with turbulence
——
The Daily Post
The Daily Prompt: Chaos
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