Sunday, October 15, 2017

This Side of Heaven

If there's any justice this side of heaven,
may the most powerful man in the world
wake up tomorrow morning
sprawled face down in Puerto Rican mud.

Homeless and with less
than one hundred forty characters
to his name, may he learn just how long
empty promises stick to the ribs.

May he be pelted with paper towels
by an idiot.
May he be chastised for his lack
of gratitude.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Saturday, October 14, 2017

As Above

shadorma
of black swans above
me below
me my man-
ster burrows into my bones
till I break

For Marian's prompt at Real Toads

Sunday, October 8, 2017

How To

How to diagnose and fix everything.
How to lose belly fat fast.
How to work for yourself: 100 ways
to make everybody love you.

How to grow a vegetable,
analyze people,
say no,
make money online.
How to survive the zombie apocalypse
and write a sizzling synopsis.

How to get others to do what you want.
How to write erotica
and fail at almost everything.

How to answer interview questions,
bake a murder,
start a profitable blog.

How to remove
all negative items
from your credit report
and be
a 3% man.

How to write,
learn liberalism,
lose a husband,
ruin everything.

How to develop
strong, positive habits
to conquer the future
when there is none.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Note: If you have any positive energy to spare, please, send it my way.  My Baby Puppy is in the hospital.  The prognosis is positive, but I'd still appreciate your prayers.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Honey

She bathed
five times
in the honeyed stomach of September
and let chaos crown her wild
nest of titian hair.
Pomegranates wept:
truth or dare?

She smiled -
seeds stuck
in her teeth.

Inspired by the "honey" word list and Marley Raine and submitted to Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

My Soul

My soul, oh, my soul, my unfettered soul!
My ancient, my infant, my untethered soul!
Soul of sweet substance - angels' delight.
Soul of rank darkness - devil's own night.
Not fit for heaven, but still somehow divine.
Soul, oh, this soul of mine.

Oh, this soul of mine,
spirit unshined.
Impatient, uncertain -
sometimes unkind.
But gentle enough
for forgiveness to find.
Soul, oh, this soul of mine.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Sunday, September 24, 2017

When I Left You

When I left you,
I left you
the tattoo on my left arm
that I let you give me
that 4th of July.

I left you the heart
with the butterfly wings,
but I kept the red rose
that climbs
up my thigh.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Instrument

strings of stars
from navel to heart
rib weave
chest
octaves of
drum tight skin
egg belly
blood nest

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads