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

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Between visitors and Passover I’ve had no time to post a poem.  I think I’ll post a few today to cover me for the few days I could not get to the computer….

    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

sun caressed cobwebs linger affectionately
inside the creaking house
where wind whistles like a train

who howled like that last night?
barely above a whisper
echoing through the staircase,
rooftop,
and darkness

trucks pass by on the highway,
planes overhead roar

underneath it all
a high pitched moan
shimmers on an endless loop inside
your now wide awake mind

sweet succulent juicy
red bites of
summer smeared
across my lips
strawberry delicious kiss

Empty seashells
scattered across
listless beaches
beaten by the sun
red sea
crawling with
microscopic shards
of glass
we all stand
burnt by
post noon glaze
staring out
across deadly
waters
unable to walk
away.

circling

a hawk flies

overhead

during my drive

around

rt 45

 

will  it

swoop

                                  dive

down

to grab

an unsuspecting field mouse?

 

when I was younger

a seabird flew low

wings wide

in front our canoe

a snake held tight

in both talons

my heart raced

or maybe

it was a stick

black

curved

stiff

for a nest?

 

the hawk circles above

lower

            lower still

 

my car

does not notice

the other cars ahead

nor the red light at the

end of the road

 

I look down

in time

safely stopped

gazing skyward yet again

the hawk is gone

I drive off

 

 

 

 

 

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