i thought there were no more
broken places in me
but as i shifted my weight
i heard the tell-tale
tinkling of shattered glass
the whispering of lacerations
Tag: write
dragonfly (20161228)
in winter
the dragonfly finds itself
alone
2016 (20161227)
seriously
just piss off
already
night song (20161226)
when the sun sinks
birds shed feathers
skin moistening
as they slip into the creek
throats bulge with songs
they cannot contain
each a hymn
each a lullaby
untitled (20161225)
these stars are not your stars
you look elsewhere for light
now you are laughing, smiling
you eyes are lit from within
here the sky darkens later
it is the same darkness
——
image courtesy of DominiksPhotos
how to make guacamole (20161224)
mash the avocado with a fork
leave some chunks
add lemon juice, salt, garlic
chili to your tolerance
slice an onion in half
while it still lives
in its skin
press your thumb
into a layer below
the dried outer paper
feel the layers separate
your thumb a medium
a wedge dividing
the outside from the inside
you don’t have to remove the skin
yet
just feel that moment
caught between together
and apart
every word
a wedge finding its way
between my layers
each word a manicured thumb
breaking me apart
but leaving me intact
mince well
serve with homemade
chips
christmas frogs (20161223)
these christmas frogs
serenade santa claus
from the swollen creek
past past present (20161222)
these ghosts hover
like the shimmer
of christmas booze
over a dickensian pudding
[so many dead
–the poet said]
no one waited until spring
no thaw
and frost flowers
blossomed from gravesite earth
poinsettia and holly berry
heart color bright for the season
pleasing to view
poison to taste
divided by a pair of aces and nines
yet in my dreams
always together
striving
cat critics (20161221)
poem schmo-em
says the cat
curling in my lap
and resting her head
in the crook of my
typing arm
carols (20161220)
christmas carols play on the radio
a classical station
so i don’t get to
hear any bing, frank, mel, or elvis
one wall separates my office
from the garage
allowing me to hear
the washing machine draining
the dryer spinning
tossing clothes on the eco-cycle
i lower my head
to the desk
and strain to hear
domestic music
but it’s all horns
and violins
and the dog obsessively
cleaning his paw
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