hoofbeat

 

 

 

Sorry.

The lotus breaks my bread in springtime, bakes me

into loaf and stogie stiff as if in a field of prosthetic

honeysuckle. That's the only description I can come

close to after being wintered over by new ice and stolon

and old leaf. Come April I shall give rise to new

zooids that take off, then land on Easter bonnets

and those goddamned colored eggs I never could find

but my sister filled her baskets with.

 

Fast.

I measure wind speed (not that it matters) by the paper

and lint that whizzes by the plastic lilies that stay

potted all  year long and only wither slightly in

the August heat, then take a body count like those

Chinese ideograms in which tones are indicated by

superscript numbers. And the wah-wah where the glass

is cracked, amplifies my cheeks as if Hendrix was here

again wagging his quick herky-jerky motions at me and

I nod and shake like a waft in this petiole of 'red house'

while I join in and play the Crest drums with my gold

tooth. I hate the bathroom, whether planed or initiated.

The stainless steel won't corrode fast enough. And corrode,

if no one ever told you, is the same as surrender.

 

Blood.

 - Herstory. The dark wing tip as a new pope

is yet to be chosen. Please spout that special purpose

doctrine of neologism to me. I'm a drag queen sir, tell

me i'm beautiful or at least that all disease is brought

by the locust. Dad's kidneys failed before he died. They

cleaned his blood three times a week like a hotel bathroom.

I kept count as he read his new poems to me between

trips to Grey Goose heaven.

 

 

Crack.

An unwavering partisan manages a stall beside me

but I am as sterile as a cake of Zest. The doctor

perscribed me those oblong, blue pills, yes the ones

with the 80$ co pay, and still I show no emotion.

I just shave, check the wind and pee

those indefatigably cruel

bee drops.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi, I think that this is a unique poem, almost like for poems on a page, with larger than life assertions and intelligent perspectives, well done

[Trigorin]

Absolutely fantastic. You've put so much emotion into this piece and it pays off very well. Your word choice is also very evocative and you've done a very nice job thinking about what will convey your message to the reader. Very well done.