Poem 08/15/2021

Rudder Song 

Stepping out the under-well, 

square inclinations nearly nabbed

me, back under the pearly abattoir. 

I pivot to find a stranger to startle,

but my own rabbit heart keep's flaying

the jitterbug and anywhoo it's hot.

I unpack a whistle to sizzle and

pick up a trot, a stench lashes

up against my plague, is the

gunk in my veins conspiring

to clot? Only my body knows

and we aren't speaking. 

   

Banishing Spell: Poem 08/11/2021

Numb Dismissal 

I do not have the pride to absolve myself,

nor the morality to forgive you. Lastly, I would

never wish on so submissive a star. 

Narrow as the path to god,

you stumble upon boorish thicketts, bloated 

atop humility parading into clueless congress. 

Laughable to think, 

some call me paranoid. 

Imagine a Dead Canary In a Hardhat: Poem 08/10/2021

Canary Death Shuffle 

A crank starts the film, bypassing the mortar

with vermin hardened into hooks.

I was called again today by the silver

embedded in my heart - pearled the yellow

on my teeth and I misplaced my harp

beneath bramble looking for a toke.

Cricket kerfuffle reminds me to shave tomorrow. 

Atop the town square I drum my gut hollow.