Trickle-down drops
and slowed lightning
speak to me of pathways.
Oh, I know
that practice makes perfect.
Must I learn, once again,
what was glossed over
too quickly?
Numbers and Deuteronomy
taught me that details
are not bedeviled.
Now, I pay attention
without training wheels.
Monthly Archives: May 2020
Coquette!
Side glances are nice,
I like.
Eye rolls with a half smile too.
I’m always glad to see the back of you,
but not in the traditional sense.
Coquettish.
In my dream, I drink champagne
from your glass slipper.
Help you with your broken zipper.
Stocking seams are back in style.
Ahem!
Ghost writer
All murky she sat,
with her palindrome pen,
as she flavoured the localized ether.
And her Hallowe’en cat
was asleep once again,
as it lay on the carpet beneath her.
When she’d written her prose,
and its vapours arose,
she danced (for the spirit was willing).
Her compadres were lazy,
and the rest had gone crazy,
so the market was hers for the killing.
[Art by Bryan Baugh]
Adamless Eve
Dearest Eve-
When you are born,
may you grow
in sacrificial love.
May you bathe
in the galloping days,
take the hand of many,
and rejoice in that which is given.
When you teach,
we will follow,
laying aside all that is false.
This is your time.
We will be ready.
The oddness
Could it be a tangle of ganglia
that makes me think odd things
and care about devil’s details?
You see a tree, a rock, a brick.
I think of searching roots,
the alchemy of an acorn,
compactions of crystals
from Earth’s hot breath,
and cuboid ovens cooking in colours.
No fun
I spent last night in the hospital, after taking a new medication.
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