polarity
tonight each shadow is bright
enough to scorch the darkness deeper
can someone please weld our eyes closed
we can’t wait for the morning
sun to blind our sight
Under the Umbrellas
As she has done for so many years, she watches from the office window as each umbrella passes on the street below. She plays a game with herself, guessing the lives of each passerby
3:58
Solid black
Boring. A businessman who pretends to be well-organized but can barely keep himself together. He’s walking to a coffee shop for a black coffee. He will brag about it later to his female coworkers and none of them will be impressed
4:22
Yellow polka dots
Bubbly. A woman in her thirties. Excited for each new day. Hides her insecurities beneath a mask of smiles. She’s on her way to an interview for an entry-level marketing position. She hopes her ten years of experience are enough
4:30
Blue plaid
Down-to-earth. A college-aged man. He’s bright but was coddled by his family. He’s on his way to class in ill-fitting clothes. His mother will call in a few days to remind him to wash his sheets
4:46
Red and white floral
Lavish. A middle-aged-woman who’s coming home after work. She’s been career-driven for her whole life, but her husband still expects her to cook dinner for him. Once home, she will make a simple meal in silence while her husband watches TV
5:00
There are many more umbrellas to choose from, but the day is finally done. She puts on her raincoat and heads home
Dervish
Shining grains spread from initial pluroma whole,
perforations into an endless deceptive covering,
heave utter meaninglessness into castaway shells,
obsidian dusk brings lightless reflection,
dim shadow gloom’s starkest sight,
that splendor abyss stare echoes inside,
destiny annihilation crumbles self,
archon’s monkey-mind’s chaotic ripples,
pixelated fading smooth and evaporate,
heritage in this pieced beyond,
sent – now forgotten,
faint memory of cosmic purpose,
Interweaving delving dervish dance.
Meaning matched with its opposite,
truth if anywhere, is between,
unmasked in each canceling its other.
Cruse and Madness (Poem 5)
Will the heavens curse thee
I know not my destiny
For madness has stolen upon me
My brother’s wife, I adore
Lustful thoughts my mind implores
Will the heavens curse thee
I know, he’d be gone, she’d be mine
He stands before me, deeply unloved
For madness has stolen upon me
My heart feels, no more brother
Only enemy- Fiend!
Will the heavens curse thee
His face resembles not I
Rotting flesh of dead
For madness has stolen upon me
Two drinks, one for beauty
One for death
Will the heavens curse thee
For madness has stolen upon me
Hour 5, Prompt 5 – Mountain View
I saw
two beings
not of this world
stand on the peaks
of twin mountains glaring
eyes fixed on each other and yelling
and bleating out in shrill voices
my human mind wondering
what could incite this
wretched animus
in pure beings
in the valley
gathered
more
still
watching
these duels
I began to fear
that the world behind
ours was about to break until
then the two turned their little heads
to excitedly explain simply that
they were shouting in joy
because they were together
and it had just been play
an ancient game
that can last
a long
time
#5. Pardon my Heart
Like an old song
you carved your heart
into my soul
peeling through bark like defenses
to the vulnerability
beneath.
The sap of loss
it does not end
(although it can seem to harden)
It drips down,
sticky
with the mess of death
and memories.
I don’t even try to clean it off.
The Tale of Convergence
The Tale of Convergence
Very special day.
Huge, huge crowds.
Assembled to propitiate
the alien God of Greed.
Thousands of bare-faced
admirers braved the heat,
hoping to glimpse their
bloviating orange savior.
Festive throngs boarded
the silver spaceship, feeling
anticipation of the unknown.
Anything could happen,
fun, excitement, salvation.
A giant camp meeting.
Tulsa, a Hellmouth city,
long awaited this day.
Ground beneath opened,
spit fire into the downtown sky
like Fourth of July.
The swirling spaceship
disappeared into the
bowels of the Earth.
Later, the City Council
voted to seal, pave the site.
Now a parking lot
and home of the
Terence Crutcher
Free Housing Center
for those in need.
Lovin’ You
Enveloped within the tile walls,
The mist between us dances to the ceiling,
And my body calls out to yours.
I hold you tightly against my skin
Trying desperately to fuse with you.
We exchange kisses for nothing,
But the water droplets around us are rich
With our transparent tenderness.
My soul has never before felt this deep intimacy,
Its sweetness is almost overbearing.
But I allow myself to sink into the watery wall,
For I know that you’ll be with me.
Hour 5- Carved heart
A love was spawned from the roots of the earth
A friendship, passion and lust had given birth.
Your love carved into me like a name on a tree
You cut into my flesh and set my soul free.
As beautiful moments are planted, the buds start to bloom
Flowers blossom with a powerful perfume.
When troubled times erupt and the leaves start to wither
Darkness appears with an oscillating slither.
But true love prevails through the dark
your heart remains on my trunk with a mark.
Prompt 4 The Cosmic Boat
Boat upon these tranquil waters—
Resting in a pool of stars.
If I dip my fingers over;
Might I tinker with red Mars?
Firmament— divided waters.
Might I travel through the void,
to the other side of heaven?
Seeing God, yet not destroyed.
Are there other boats here ferrying?
Who will join me on my way?
Friends of mystery and wonder;
Float with me in cosmic play.