27

This was a challenge for my poetry group the Almost Dead Poets Society...to take lines from 27 of your own poems n shape a new one...here's mine!

 

 

As I plummet from the full moon Monday

Sneakers filled with yesterday’s adventure

Knowledge of the future threatens my immortal spirit

 

We live in a world of fanciful illusions

Our polka dot universes were inclined to collide

but mystery is part of the package of this little freak

Einstein, fine

like I’m the Mad Hatter

 

But the signs told me to go this way

 

I passed a black horse meandering toward a white horse in a wide open field

A cool, blue pond, streaming from my body

He turns a moment into the Atlantic Ocean

from flashbacks of needles, and gunshots, and hospitals, and prisons, and...

while I was lodged between an iceberg and a drunk

We vomit the goin-thru-the-motions sickness

 

BECAUSE I JUST WANT SOMETHING DEEPER

 

I roam cemeteries.  Because, somehow I feel alive there.

who am I...because...u had a wife who they said had died

it’s a dream where we hug the dead

 

It’s dessert from the tropics of which you speak

You are pale sand slipping through my fingertips

Your blues are like drunken mortar

 

I deserve my own personal Jesus

a coconut almond skull

Let the lovebird into my caged bird cage

 

 

Who did u say “I love you” to yesterday?

 

 

My father told me “You’ll never see the end of war in your lifetime.”

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Lol, I love the piece, especially the last line, Coco...it's such a true statement...everyone is at war with something or another...for me, and maybe like everyone else, a war with ourselves...and those who start wars with others, it's that don't want to deal with the war with themselves...it always easier to find a scapegoat to blame. :)