M.M.I.W II
M.M.I.W
Murdered, Missing Indigenous Women
(2nd poem)
Missing sisters, wives and
Mothers are taken and
Injured vicious
While internally screaming in agaony.
Grace
Grace slipped in beside me tonite.
She’s not on a schedule but I always like it when she comes
Reminding me of the beauty in the day
And most often showing me another way
Hour 14
Redacted:
She sat
Wondering
She realized
walking through the fire
Demons inside
losing the battle
Original:
As she sat thinking
Wondering what had all gone wrong
She realized
She was not the one walking through the fire
Her demons inside
Were the ones losing the battle
HR-1
This hour eludes me
I must confess
I’m stressed
I’m confused
I’m hurt
Living with someone so angry
Why, everyday so mad
In the blink of an eye
Everything might be gone
In the blink of an eye
Gone, gone, gone
In the blink of an eye
Tell me it’s worth it
Tell me I’m wrong
Tell me you’re not mad at the world
Tell me there’s still kindness left in you
In the blink of an eye
Gone, gone, gone
In the blink of an eye
I feel it
I feel
I feel everything,
I feel you,
I feel this,
I feel emptiness,
I feel sadness,
I feel nauseous,
I feel contagious,
I feel it coming,
a feeling of nonsense
about a world
that has nothing
good to offer
but a war field,
where time
and selfishness
rules next to
lies while
peace and love
are running away.
Hour Fourteen: A Redacted Poem
the pain
oozes out when i stretch
my left arm
(left is dominant for me)
i freeze
squeezing the breath
in mythe lungs
then slowly release
willing the arm to relax
my pain is like a crying child
who will not calmsettle down
my body is the vessel
i receive pain
i feel pain
i release pain
Hour 14-Muses
The Muses are being elusive again,
like they want to hide from me or something.
Don’t they know I know their strategies?
Don’t they see how important they are?
Why do they hide behind the trees?
In the cupboard?
Why do they look at me and laugh?
Daring me, toying with me?
I do try to coax them, cajole them, pay them even.
But some days they just sulk,
or abuse
or worse yet
they play hide and go seek.
Do they know I am on a deadline here?
Reacting to a New Way
Here am.
Blind in .
Trying something.
stress?
Nerves, , hope?
React Reach ….
Can help in place of thought.
Hour Thirteen: I am what?
I. What am I?
Not everyone should be here.
Piss-poor prose proves it.
A life of homework and hormones,
judge and jury, mom and mistress,
tour guide to mind-travels, opening
doors, smacking the knuckles of form,
and crushing hopes, time, and progress,
sometimes, and at other times,
cradling children to their higher selves.
II.What am I?
And adults, too, not in sterile walls,
but on soft cushions, brushed in
pastel blues, pinks, and lavender,
a wave wall below the billowing clouds,
emanating from dark chocolate laminate,
facsimile of earth and sky.
Here, the magic grows from crooked toes,
knobby knees, putrid breath, loose sphincter,
synchronized to subtle movement, and
peace, peace, and perfect peace.
III. What am I?
But not the cathode ray light,
the one I tap at, looking for linguistic
miracles, searching for synonyms,
definitions, brisk, leisurely, narrow, wide,
whichever way the words lean, the subject
unwinding and then reeling back in,
close to the bone, from vacuum cleaner
reviews to gun crimes in New Jersey
to Texas probates, and mans’ best friend and beyond.
A buck will get you 20, a hundred so much more, but
Steady pay gets you life.
Neptune – Hour Fourteen
Neptune
September 1846
The home of possibly an ocean, but likely not
A place where a day is only 16 hours but a trip takes 165 years
if headed in a ellipse
Where diamond rain may be an occurrence
Icy crystals in a frozen tundra
As strong winds would blow it around, that is
Until those winds suddenly up and disappeared
With little to no explanation as to why
What is the furthest planet from the sun