24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My Angel
An angel watches over me,
Inherited from my family.
My Grandmother almost went to space,
On the Challenger she was 2nd place.
My ancestors called the Donner party friend,
But split for Texas in the end.
My angel pulled me off a street,
Before a truck could have me beat.
The angel protects me every day,
And is just one reason why I still pray.
Introduction (after the ‘V’ speech, V for Vendetta)
DEE! A dastardly and different dream, derived of the desires of the dynamic,
DON’T think them a drudgery of dominant derivatives, distressed into demittance, a dame decreased to be deathly drab, a dull dirge on a darkened dawn
DO think them adroit in devices, in dreams, dragging the dispositions directly from the dutiful, demanding dedication to the divergent dyke of your desire
DRINK and devote a donation of time to domineering duke who digs into your disjunction, a deft, and dextrous deity
cw: none
One day,
when those gentle hands leave –
the window is open.
The canary sits at the edge of the window,
and feels the breeze.
The sun is warm;
the air is cool;
it feels, inside,
a song building.
It knows, though –
it knows better.
It cannot sing.
Still, it is nice to dream.
Haunt me
Rudy Shops Chicago For His Candidate
It was as if
Satan escorted the future
to the record store
And walked right past me
Giving me, briefly
The choices of
Infamy or freedom
As I stood closer
Than the security detail
Of a traveling mayor
Of America’s largest city
Where, certainly
I would be a hero to few
Even if all I were to hurl
Was profanity
Hour 19
9/3/2023
“Borne…”
What do you carry?
Where, why…
and it means?
I carry a life-worn stone…
It “said” hi to me
…from a box behind the vendor –
that box was closed too,
and when the vendor asked
I told him which stone
and of its being alone in its section,
and only THEN did he open that box.
And damned but he understood – and smiled.
…A rare one he is, was, may still be.
There was energy when I “touched” it.
And the voice has followed me through
the years… still does – and, ya know,
I still can’t duplicate its knowing laugh.
Chris
(C) Chris Twyford 9/3/2023
The light is dope
The night is dope
The mind is dope
The minus dope
The minus note
The violin’s note
the violence note
The mindless hope
To mind less hope
A mind that scope
A tied that’s rope
A tide that’s boat
My idol spoke
A vital smoke
The bibles broke
Disciples wrote
Divine or smoke
Define the scope
Let’s find this quote
The light folks wrote
A hyghdose float
A microscope
Might find the slope
Can I Go Smoke?
Kaleidoscope.
Your power of seduction shadowed by utter deceit and vindictive ploy.
To shatter a deathly heart, your emotional reward. Playful with them, agony’s toy.
But why such vile conspiracy…to what ends do you embark. What vile techniques you employ.
