Jazz moon shines softly
in the ebony sky
The stars
notes on a staff
of telephone wires
Waiting to be played
by anyone looking up
My love and I walk
measure by measure
beat by beat
down discordant streets
The melody lies
beneath the surface
And we groove
to our own harmonies.
Mouse Droppings
Poems, Inspirations, Musings, and Other Shit
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Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Every Scrap
Life is fragile
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
presence
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You will not surrender
your gift
until you've scraped every scrap
off the bone.
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
presence
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You will not surrender
your gift
until you've scraped every scrap
off the bone.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Le Sang d'un Poète
The blood of a poet
is no more precious than
the blood of a child
the blood of a gangbanger
the blood of a survivor
The blood of a poet
is no more profound than
the blood of a mother
the blood of AIDS
the blood of transfusions
The blood of a poet
is not special
is not special
It is not art
It is only human
And that is enough.submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Words Count With Mama Zen
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Which Princess Are You?
Photo by Christopher Jobson for Colossal |
The princesses of Dismaland
are dismayed
by their company's poor marketing strategies
and lackluster consumer demand
Tinderella
is desperately seeking a hook-up
She checks her phone constantly
disappointed by the dearth of hot guys
Snow White Lives Matter Too
thinks she's socially conscious
and not at all racist
but just doesn't get it
Mariel
escaped her country on a crappy little boat
filled with convicts and the mentally ill
and nearly drowned in toxic waste-filled water
Jazzmine
is a brilliant artist
She is addicted to heroin
and will eventually be found dead in the Castle
Belle Jarre
is quite melancholy
and wanders the park
with her head in an oven
Chip and Dale
two washed-up ex-strippers
try to enliven the girls by offering lap dances
There are no takers
Even Pluto
the princesses' favorite pet
can't help cheer them up
Corporate deemed him no longer a character
He now sits outside the gates
howling at passers-by
and begging for scraps.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform
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