Marriage and paper cutouts for the unfew

The first sign of spring, then the azaleas.

Which means that I've survived another one: Black widow,

hourglass shaped, my breast sore-red and prohibited.

I drew pictures of spiders in grade school then

cut them out with oversized scissors 

with tentacles like blister rust on the Ford

I drive around thinking, it is time

going on 200 thousand ceremonial, cold blooded

oxygen-carrying crossings. Figures

I passed in the porous mud of dreams. I still

drag around this key connected to ones-self

glorifying the bombast that brags trivial; it use to be

that car keys and rabbit's feet were this lucky ostentation.

Until we married, our legs crudity

windsurfing the exultant, hot vinyl. My

shoulder still aches from me having to throw the 

bouquet across my body like Arron Rogers

bragging as the wild boar bachelors

paraded their dicks past the shant scarves, mere

inches from the bridesmaids. 

Each day, pictures of that moment

takes this little thickness and fluffs it out;

the topiary, decorative loops.

The bluest, slaty plumage

the equal parts crested bright and doom.

No animal , no beast

has built their nest so close to

bees to easily be stung again.

Just saying.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Always a pleasure to read your work. I liked the honest, directness of the words. You took the reader on a wild ride to the strong ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Emily B]

every day becomes a good day when I find you here

much love

[h d e rushin]

My dearest love...I've been away for a few overcoming a little trouble. You know, "trouble", that thing that finds us even when we try to be academic or Palladian. thanks so much for those kind words....dana

[Emily B]

praying your trouble is behind you

[Corset]

"No animal , no beast
has built their nest so close to
bees to easily be stung again.
Just saying."

Interestingly enough, I have the privilege of knowing a new bee keeper, someone so enthralled and unafraid of their stingers, and I have gained much knowledge and insight into the lives of bees just recently as a matter of fact. Did you know a queen bee will or can lay up to 2 thousand eggs a day???
talk about a sore a*s. They do daily sting, but wasn't it Jesus who said to sit with the sinners? Or was it my brother who said if you don't hurt them they wont hurt you? There are at least three souls who do not fear bees, Bee Keepers, God and Dogs, and baby, I am the Boss Hachi.

[Corset]

"No animal , no beast
has built their nest so close to
bees to easily be stung again.
Just saying."

Interestingly enough, I have the privilege of knowing a new bee keeper, someone so enthralled and unafraid of their stingers, and I have gained much knowledge and insight into the lives of bees just recently as a matter of fact. Did you know a queen bee will or can lay up to 2 thousand eggs a day???
talk about a sore a*s. They do daily sting, but wasn't it Jesus who said to sit with the sinners? Or was it my brother who said if you don't hurt them they wont hurt you? There are at least three souls who do not fear bees, Bee Keepers, God and Dogs, and baby, I am the Boss Hachi.

[Corset]

"No animal , no beast
has built their nest so close to
bees to easily be stung again.
Just saying."

Interestingly enough, I have the privilege of knowing a new bee keeper, someone so enthralled and unafraid of their stingers, and I have gained much knowledge and insight into the lives of bees just recently as a matter of fact. Did you know a queen bee will or can lay up to 2 thousand eggs a day???
talk about a sore a*s. They do daily sting, but wasn't it Jesus who said to sit with the sinners? Or was it my brother who said if you don't hurt them they wont hurt you? There are at least three souls who do not fear bees, Bee Keepers, God and Dogs, and baby, I am the Boss Hachi.

[h d e rushin]

haha! I rarely see a bee anymore, perhaps that's why the 5 year old plum tree has yet to produce any fruit.In August, what buss like bees are only (in Detroit) hornets...that sting and buzz my mothers Estee Lauder neck. Thank you my friend for stopping by.....I shall forever love you....dana

[Beccy]

Isn't life often a paper cutout? Or is that unfair on the unfew.

Perhaps there is too much risk assessment these days, much more and we will never reach the stars; which is perhaps what the rest of those still unseen denizens of the universe are hoping will be the case.

Beccy.

PS. My favourite drawing in primary school was of a square little house with four windows, and a chimney with smoke coming out of it. It had a white picket fence all around it and an equally badly drawn family of mum and dad and two kids playing in the garden. Just saying. :))

[h d e rushin]

I painted that picture myself love....in fact, many times. It's strange how the pictures of a childs youth are usually identical with the same quaint landscapes , the same chimneys and the same picket fencing. Life is only a paper cutout while were young, then all hell breaks loose.......thank you so my much my dearest.....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is interesting...
hot vinyl ...the car keys and rabbits' feet...used to have one of those long long time ago...simpler times...many miles ago...
i like the last verse about taking risks...who does anymore? not so many.
you are a philosophical gem...
and sorry if this review is poor...i just saw a commented posted on a review i did three months ago...and the critic, who did not leave his own review on that poem...said my "words were generic and had no start and no end"---
oh well...guess we can't please everyone...or write as well as some others.
maybe i "brag trivial" as your poem alludes to.
and when you threw that bouquet...did it get caught by supple fingers such as one of Aaron's favorite receivers? Jordy Nelson perhaps?
:)))

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear brother for those words of inspiration....dana