courier (20160816)

that weight on my shoulders
it is no feather
nor unbearable

i will carry us

carry you
carry me

through brambles
through flame
through disaster

i will be the disaster

so will you

we will not emerge
unscathed
but we will emerge
together

i would fit you in my pocket
if i could
but
you already fit in my heart
in that spot between my shoulder blades
where our wings emerge

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Carry

sighs and pretenses (20160814)

we complicate the afterlife
or simplify it
smoking shadows or blinding light
always some kind of
inflated vision

of unimaginable prosperity
like a costco with free samples
in every aisle
no lines at the registers
and they take whatever credit card
you have in your wallet

of utter misery
processing travel reimbursements
with unclear reasons for changes of flight
destinations not approved
and receipts so crumbled and faded
they may as well be ancient greek
palimpsest

as for me
i will take peace and quiet
some kind of eternal stillness
as long as i can get
netflix

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Complicated

invocation (20160813)

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cry, luscious goddess
lather us with sweaty summer worship
these breasts–smooth, languid, meat
–no
a thousand frantic lickings
the fast water must bare you
mad blood
red chocolate
crush my lust, my storm of a need

——

for
Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge

And a bonus line:

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The Readings

Well, that was fast. Pleasant Street of Are You Thrilled delivered a fantastic little poem on a recent near-death experience. You an hear it/read it at her site. And as promised, I have added two readings below.

Click to visit the Open Mic for August page.

Click to read these are the angels.

Click to read carousel

Readings and Such Matters

So,  in this post, I asked some of you to pick a poem for me to read, and some of you did. And I do very much appreciate it. I had three poems suggested and I’ve recorded all three. I will post one tomorrow.

I will post the second IF I can get somebody else to post a link to the August Open Mic post.

I will post the third IF I can get a second somebody else to post a link to the August Open Mic post.

And so on. I’ll go back and eve re-read some of my old posts, as debilitating as that may be, and scrounge up one reading for every post that you, dear poets, link to on your own sites.

Come on, make me work. Make me dance like your puppet. I like it!

trilune (20160810)

looking in your eyes i can measure
how much distance has grown between us
you took such care in planting the seeds

you split my bones with all your regrets
wiped me from your shoe like something foul
driven mad like apocalypse steeds

and now–i’m dust, some blood, little else
mere memory of a summer breeze
shadow moon your tide no longer heeds

——

for
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #43: Trilune