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church attic burned out
shotgun blast shattered window pane
squatter tags
why would anyone choose to live here?

cracks in the floor
concrete rubble
asbestos dust
bare floors

you could live here
thrown out unwanted
high on fill in the blank
no money no food no family no meds
gay transgender young old straight alone selling
whatever you can to bed down
in this homeless house of god
where is the community
that serves you?

-Roberta Rahmer

The above poem is based upon this photo
from the prompt at RWP.


Wordle: Read Write Poem prompt 105

My anti war poem

The moon curled
back behind the trees
a slim shell moved
under the radar

Cooled wind of neglect
traced empty husks
man made meteors hit the ground
& moved into abiding tissue

Your heart pierced by precious metal
stars bleed out overhead
I telephone home where the world is now safer
and say nothing.

Image above created by: Images of Worldes


gentle plump
pink tissue
surrounded by
savory juice
of her salty sea.

your tongue, clumsy
seeks out the
pearl within.


licketysplit they come running
“mommy mommy
can you eat the seeds?”
“daddy daddy you
can’t eat the skin!”
suck the juice
spit the pit
a sweet yet tart
juicy explosion
of silly boys
poking their
faces into mine
to see if I
swallow the seeds
or spit them
into my napkin

sweep me in

for I track madness


breathe cold damp winds

down miserable backbones

past thoughts

hail dance

across your rooftop

souls scatter


am I not war?

    Daily Life (pt 1)

Outside, mismatched soldiers
march in parade formation:
purple lizard man with a dinosaur head for an arm,
an Italian turtle wearing an orange mask
fight bloodless pirates
who attack from their skeletal ghost ship.
Who cares? The sun is out at last,
let them play as they see fit!

love diminished by a tornado
that swept through your heart
you lack the luster
of his latest guitar
dust settles, cows swell
dip your cloth in water
his shiny medallion
chokes you as well

    Methaphors for Addiction

old flames
linger like
the taste of onions
even after
my teeth are brushed
I sit and wonder the list is long
1st grade kiss under the cypress tree
fast forward to the same school
a boyfriend who brings beer
on a bicycle date in the woods
giant black snakes fall from towering trees
the forest creeps up to the road that we sit on
destroyed asphalt crumbles underneath our bare legs
he becomes my first true un-love
a soul tormented by demons
the list of his faults could go on
how many metaphors are there
for addiction anyway?

berber rugs
highway trucks roar throughtout the night
mice wonder in and out with a wary eye for felines
you spend your days mocking
as parasitic demons thirst
in the only way they know how
we sent ourselves down here
to sleep in the suburbs
a feast of lady slippers and daffodils
amidst a simmer of lives
instead we ate scat that our neighbors offered as good will

walk at the lake

rotten dead corpse of a mostly eaten animal
fur partially visible
shrunken dehydrated body missing teeth
and a half of a head
animal forensics not being my forte
I could not identify the body
even with hairs attached

to the delight of the children
I was able to detect
footprints of opossum, raccoon, toddler
to and fro waters edge

amidst the constant green scat of canadian geese
and chocolate offerings of deer
we hop scotched our way
smelling rotten flesh
and pond scum
teenaged cigarette butts litter the sand

we can’t wait for summer to start
when the lake is chlorine clean
and cottonmouths roam free