It was a cold morning on the bayou. I looked outside and noticed the light bulb by the carport had broken. I grabbed a jacket, while taking a sip of my cinnamon beet juice and headed outside to replace the light. A tremor came over…
Category: Marathon Poem
July, somewhere (Prompt 9)
Two large butterflies careening through my backyard flirtatious, they are Yellow, black, all I know little of butterflies understand graceful Arriving as came unassuming nimble in their calming methods – Mark L. Lucker © 2023 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd
Close to nature (Hour 9)
Mother earth welcomes us, in her lap, we all sat. Listened her stories, filled with joy and glories. Now she cries, as everyone lies, we stopped our care, not doing our share, of protecting her soul, which makes us whole.
Hour 9, Poem 12
Monsters’ Ball Welcome to the Monsters’ ball Here you can meet them all Vampires, zombies and the Mummy Frankenstein’s monster and even Sully! But cautious you must remain For here you might also see them The most terrifying of all creatures Yes, a Human! With…
Rich People Gambling (9)
He wears vintage Ferrari fold-out sunglasses to hide his up all night on coke eyes and tells me that if I want to be successful I gotta be like a shark like a bull shark he says undulating around like he is underwater biting at…
Small Bites (prompt 9)
I think we start off unafraid in life and proceed to learn through pain the deeper the wound the stronger the lesson the scent of autumn still reminds me of an allergy to cinnamon that hasn’t caused a problem since I was a child my…
Hour 9 “Starlight…”
Hour 9 9/2/2023 “Starlight…” Twilight pauses my evening as I await dreams and wishes til the darkness inhabits the land. Can you see the faire folk …gather? Pause, partner, and begin to swirl? Can you hear and FEEL the breath of melody…
Trafficking
Hour Eight The devil nestles underneath car door handles flooding lungs and invading the bloodstream of society. The drivers fein placation with promises of Pleasure Island. Nostrils extend in deeply croaking breaths heavy-handed and grappling protests are caught in the throat as a scurry of…
9 Take Me
Wishing for a visit Hoping they will come I need to see a UFO Before my life is done I tell my friends about this They listen without words Then go on to talk about Aches and pains and GERD I bought a…
Hour 8 – Unzipped
Unzipped I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent wishing to shed this body. Just unzip my chest and let my ghost sink to the floor. No suit of skin, no tender veins, no ripening flesh, just a spirit in the shape of a…