The Poetry Marathon

How dare you white me

You maroon malcontent

If I wanted you to give me blue

I would have asked for it

You and your colored judgements

If I want to be screaming yellow

That’s my choice

If you want to stay blackened orange

That’s your choice too

Why can’t we just be a pale mauve together?

Or a glistening angelic purple

Do we have to pick sides?

You choosing olive

And me lime

Doesn’t mean we cannot see each other’s green

Are we so different that must each have our own rainbow?

We watched her for days

Clinging to the helium birthday balloon

An intricate web spun

from balloon to string

She stayed in the middle

Cast to her winds of fate

A tornado from the ceiling fan

Around and around

No other spider

Had her own carnival ride

I was curious

Was it enjoyable for her?

Did she know she could climb down the string to get off?

I wondered if she got nauseated or dizzy

Did she feel overwhelmed, confused?

She was there for days,

Spinning, swaying, swirling, dipping

Dipping, swirling, swaying, spinning

Her own distorted vision of a world gone mad

She disappeared

Had she got off at last?

Had she spun her way to safety?

Did she meet her spiderly demise

After a lunch of delicious gnat or fly?

I hoped for a happy ending

Today a confession

She had been murdered

My weary husband

He had grown tired wondering

If the spider would land in his hair

He either ended her misery or ended her joy

Her web is gone

The balloon still sways,

Dipping spinning swirling

As if she were still there

No other spider

Dare take her place

No other spider ever could

Each day is eternally long

I spent my soul years ago

Even now I blame you

We should never have kissed

It was just the

Night a minute,no name

We spoke of

Wind and want and the

Factors of nine

We danced with the Muses

A woeful upheaval before our pleasant goodbye

I wear my heart on my sleeve

My spleen likes to ride on my shoulder

My pancreas dictates everything I do

My right calf prefers to be known as Fred

My boobs do whatever they want

My liver encourages them

I have a cavity in my left brain

And a cold sore in my right

My gall bladder seems timid

My left shoulder whispers in secret

My right shoulder hates gossip

Everytime the phone rings

My uterus gets nauseous

My ears have 20 /20 vision

My eyes only hear what they want to hear

My colon is in knots on top of my forehead

My lungs have given their power to my big toe

My thumb says it plans a coup

The intestine ties it all together

But it’s the pinky that has the real knowledge

I don’t like clocks

Or structure

Or focusing on one thing

For any length of time

I like fingers to use all the keyboard

And Pandas to pop the way I want

The chessmen to move the way I prefer

I like to be told I am beautiful

Not issued a magazine how-to

I stand alone in the focal point of my life

I am center stage

Belting out my own song

Of rhythm and blues and grandiosity

I will be off key

I will trip as I dance

But that’s OK

Don’t tell me how to spend my minutes

My hours

My platitudes and attitudes

Just sit back and watch

Participate if you want

But I am the director

I run the show

No one tells me what to do

Location

Location

Location

It was a crime

It was

The way those people

That place

Hung in the air like a stinky sock

That school

Those uppity teenagers

With sex on their brain

And disturbance in their heart

They ate kids like me for lunch

Nerdy kids, smart kids, big boobed girls

and wimpy boys

As bells rang and lockers slammed

self esteem was shattered

harsh words hung in the air

Perfectly timed pushes

A trip out of nowhere

Sending someone sprawling

Peyton Place and Days of our Lives

Who dated who

And who never got dated

Someone makes the team

Someone else has to fail

Overt commentary

About the political futures of us all

Location Location Location

School hallway

Where cafeteria smells

were not culinary

And growing up was

shame and attitude

Lower class beings

Smashed under the shoe

Of a social structure

Embedded in small children

Who grow up to be horrible adults

And misfits

Never make the grade

Waking up

To birds crying and brainlessness

A new day dawning

A new horizon developing

Waking up

To Cat meows and a pastel backdrop

Wispy whispers through palms

A new possibility dawning

To birds Chattering and brainlessness

I tip my desires to simple sounds

Simple thoughts, brilliant nuances

A new development on the horizon

Waking up

A pastel horizon on a palm tree whisper

simple possibilities, a cat’s meow

Morning dawns in brainless desires

Sometimes I feel

Old

Weathered

An empty house on a desert floor

Looking to mountains for answers

The wind for escape

To sky for purpose

To clouds for a cleansing rain

Paint peeling

Windows broken

Walls crumbling

My soul visible

Exposed

Perhaps once I was someone’s dream

Someone’s home

Someone’s purpose

But now I am weathered

Beaten by elements beyond my control

Abandoned

Forgotten

Sand blasted by life

Still standing

On a weak foundation

Frail and fragile

But strong in who I am

Proud of what I once was

Fog
Dense, lifeless
I wandered
Pushing through endless
Pointless
Love affairs
Loveless affairs
Fucking without purpose
Loving without bond
Longing, lusting, lacking

Drifting

A beacon flashing
Light called to me,
Enticed me

Led me to you

Your light dissipated the fog
Winds of change and chance
Blew the shadows away
Your heart melded with mine
The darkness disintegrated
Our bodies together
Perfect symmetry of souls

The longing is still there sometimes
In the dead of night
The fog drifts in
Hovers
Reminds me
Whispers to me
But then your eyes dance
Your arms surround me
Clouds part
Stormy seas calm
Fog burns away
The path is revealed
Because you are at my side

It is elemental

My inner fire breathes me awake

I will now journey across land and sea

Sipping the air

as I bring words summoned from my soul

Through my fingers

To the blank pages before me

A new succulent journey of self

Of Creativity

Worlds created and manipulated

I dream in shattered waves

My lungs filled with fire

A breath of life begins

The earth rises up to meet me

Poetry Marathon has begun