Melting Man
has the night terrors
Malignant faces
Pointing fingers
Nodding to each other
with icicle noses
long hands
and obscene gestures
~Man of the Melt~
Cover yourself!
Fold ye down into the foam
where mildewed spirits cannot roam
Call ye spiders and millipedes home!
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Keep your focus, please
Detect the fault lines
in a stubborn peanut shell
Wet-nose the whiskery cat
Feel the points he makes
out of soft pads
Let the large leaf ant
explore your jungle
Unite or untie your ganglion knots
Sniff a crocus
keep your focus
Weird girl
She felt like a foot
with uniform toes.
Something to cover,
but familial
to her apartness.
In her years,
she picked up tools
both shiny and showy,
but of the wrong life.
Fools’ gold,
valued as real,
was lost on her.
Untrainable.
Mulish, they said.
Others of us knew
differently.
Someday, your prince will come
I would make you smile
but I can’t
You want me to smile
but I can’t
Moods change in increments
One step forward
two back
There’s another can’t-
It’s the one about getting rid of crutches,
just now.
In 3 pieces
Disks of tarnished silver made their advent over the bay, trailing their tatters of cloud remnants. And I believed. Oh, I believed. What has come?
I believe that I will rise the next morning. A fifth part of me will study the textbook of motion, be credulous of the day’s tumbling numerals. The dots on the dice of chance.
No ripping fireworks spitting light.
No carnal carrion to evidence a fight.
Poets starving, children bleed.
All for what?
An assassin’s creed?
Giddy up GTO
‘69 tires on a soft top bug
A streetlight sheen on their bulging sidewalls
That dumdum donut drive
Idiots near turned it over
And their donkey ho tee laughs
GTFO with your poor man’s GTO
A blank slate
I do not need a bowl of salvation for i see people dying each day the walls of fragile mind separating recklessly. Florals of weak mind abstain from …
A blank slate
Blackface
When I woke up
this morning
I laid there for a bit
Idly went to scratch my nose
then nearly had a fit
Someone else’s hand was there,
with skin of ebon brown
I ran my fingers through my hair
It felt like eiderdown
I went to find the looking glass
to see what face was there
Expecting not the veritas
that I was meant to bear.
This darkened face
this different nose
this cauliflower ear
that now replaced
my beigey rose
and filled me up with fear
How could I go out like this
and look over my shoulder
Walk in fear and maybe miss
the chance of growing older?
Familiars
I have clown eyes,
drawn and bagged by time.
Cauliflower ears
tuned to a natural E.
Chittering teeth,
made sharp by erosion,
fit to snag the tongue in the cheek.
A coconut carapace
to hold my hat
and support these sliding spectacles.
And the slow regard of a timeworn tortoise.
Lightheart
How can you remain
so starlike,
even through this sorry strife?
You show here each day,
and give things away.
A funny word,
a pun or two,
a walk with you,
a curious view.
Lightheart I call you,
but know that I see
that your cup
no longer runneth over.
Would that I could fill it.
Aremyfeetofftheground 