For the visitor…lush imagery, fragmented laughs, wavering lines.
Currently random but eventually categorized. Maybe.
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Shit
She recycles her old college notes
Tips her rinsed tea cup into the strainer
Puts the cooled boiled eggs in the fridge
Almost loses it on the way to the toilet
Desponds and despairs
over her lack of accomplishments
Rebukes her age
and cleans the cat boxes
Sleight
Put on your heart-trampling shoes and get to work
Sashay along my levee walls and find my gate
Lazy jolts and fluttered looks, a cloying touch
roost persuasion in my heart-bank’s vault
Using your sleight of tongue
you pilfer and stupefy
Tilted (it looks a little)
Nearing jilted, my unfortunate defenses
have no chance though they stand bundled
against your onslaught
Backsies
Take me back about 5 steps
and help me figure out where
I was going with this turbulent tangent
Was I about to blame my mother
for my own nutty-ness or naughty-ness
Or describe how dad came to be
where he is and that’s why I’m
where I am
And to they who say you can’t
blame your parents for your B.S.
yes and no
Isn’t that what they’re there for
To mold and guide and goad you
however horribly or helpfully they do
Forged
Standing of the brink of aging
I look back and laugh
Or is it weep
Am I a success
Is my canvas a forgery?
I made you grin, chuckle, weep
roll your eyes
question
Have I had any affect at all
I must say I’m
sorry to see your smile muscles have
atrophied
Tinkerbelle
Hunching muscles overtaxed
the pooped poet takes her two-furred beast
double coated double trouble
Tinka-puss
to the window
to share widened pupils
and a chattering laugh
at the chattering birds
Hope in our lifetime hews and tears us
Find it in walking away on twigs
What we nurture likens to nature
Lose it in the glow of a bulb and the suspicion of a filament
Trek into a native land and find the heir setting
Erp
A puff of sadness burps up from my diaphragm
Imagining the past worse than it was
Constantly beating myself up
Bright spots remind me of better days
One of which will come tomorrow
Bad today good tomorrow
And vice versa
And so gusts go
Weren’t We
We are neither of us ideal
I needed you to tell me to take a
hike off the edge of heartbreak cliff
Was I?
Wasn’t I there?
Wasn’t I right?
We are nobody’s favorite people
A formerly grand shell hollowed of soul, now detritus and dust that flowers resist
We are all of us doomed
Filigreed paper sadness repels the finger
A stretch between uch and heartstrings aflutter, none of the latter
Prickly eyes close; misery bubbles
We are none of us doomed
Birds still fight and maim and cannibalize
Bees turn on return
Pondering Purmione-Puss
Say hello to the Dark One, Purmione,
for whom words could be spilled all day
Purmione the energetic
Purmione the race horse
Purmione the crazed
Nincompuss
She who buzzes in sleep
She with the begging golden eyes
She who is missing a feline filter
Scatter-logical black-catted beast
If my heart had a heart had a heart
If ever I ode it to cats
Purmione a-buzz
Quietless gloom
A vibration here, a weeping there
Click
Hum
Shake
Rattle
Bustle
A rhythmic world
A lost pond
The snapping beech
The seen and the
unseen thrum and rustle
audacious in
the breath of the wind
Rocky pre-spring hewing winter’s deductible gift
Awash with notes of bark
She titters
shrugs a shoulder
rolls an eye
Old Mrs. Arrogance
Known to have a solid stance
Hides behind her outrage
Lies directly to your face
Happy almost New Year promised Old Mrs. Arrogance
A revision
A revising
A reversing
A reversion
Naturally there was an innocent ring to this conundrum’s beginning
Judgement/judgment/get it right
That’s Me
You don’t deserve my genius
My eyes turn titmice turquoise, the ghost of a bluebird
Sunshine and spotlights lessen not the darkness
An image so clear it’s like I got knocked in the head
Full due
Hands air-stab my temples, heart, face, hips
Crooked smiling jokester eye-rolls and sighs
Judgement/judgment/get it right
All over the place
Tulip Soup
The northern lights imitate tulip soup
Pulses from the past light a path
Bulb and flowers’ filaments twist like a redheaded tingle
A life-changing nap! Only better
Turning off the shine
to dream of
a luscious tableau of roasted, pickled,
green, savory and sugared nuggets
Was I previously dreaming?
An epic swirl of cocktails and fireflies dusts
and calms the corners
of my slumber
Hidden
Previously believed
eternally hidden in the ground
A corpse of storm-slain tree roots
No moratorium on will
Worms, bugs, bacteria and microbes supported
by another’s dirt coma
The wasp a springtime sniper
arises from its pithy sandy brown rocky burrow
A smirk, a shoulder shrug, an eye roll from Mother
Torpor
Like cats or ants in torpor
Startled to a soft head/soft day
Deadened trees clutch scaly grey senescence
I blossom pins and needles, inhaling the quilt’s furry smothers
The pendulum stabs stabs stabs Thursday’s grind to ash
Summertime
Try anything once
Sometimes twice
Falafel bowls three times
Ice cream four