The Poetry Marathon

Pass the Jar

You won’t find it behind any downtown bar

It only comes in a clean mason mason jar

Cool and clear and deceptively strong

Toss the lid to the side, you can’t go wrong

Take a swig and pass it around

Especially if somebody has sorrows to drown

That jar will pass from hand to hand

Tilted back until nobody can stand

That sweet elixir will conjure the best stories

From only the most lewd and off color categories

When the jar is emptied just put it aside

Open a new one and swallow your pride

A jar of good times is never in short supply

It’s the only safe way for a Southern man to get high

When you open your eyes in the morning after going all in

You’ll feel just good enough to get started again

 

Mind Palace

The boat is rocking in a lullaby motion,
The wind the only ruffle on the still small lake.
Above, the night sky is freckled with stars,
Each a distant thought to be discovered.

Down in the depths of the lake murkier things fonder,
Subconscious morass of mud and algae,
Emotions deeper than waking knowledge.

I sleep to the gentle rocking of my craft upon the waters.

I was There, I saw it All -Hour 15

I was there

I saw it all

The way the sun mashed about the sky

Liquid all around me

Nothing quite formed yet

Moments of clarity followed by glubbing about with the other cells

We tried to match up, create something

But we were not organized enough yet

Not enough purpose in our DNA

But I was there, I remember it well

Swimming about in chemical concoctions

Waiting for form to form

 

I was there

At the end

The way the sun marched across the sky

The explosions, one after the other

Until everything was wiped out, everything but thought

We had tried to stop it, but we weren’t organized enough

We just whined about what was happening on social media

We cried at the end, we did

We glubbed around trying to stay informed

We watched as the chemical fried us and our bodies disintegrated

I was there, I saw it all

Watching all form destroyed

 

Dear Livy

six years in life and you

thirty years since sending you into the world

every day adds confidence

you are dearer to me than the year before

let us look forward

without fear

without depression

love will be sufficient

I hail this day

Codependent

Shy kid hiding behind second violin
We lock eyes for a moment
Before both looking away.

We sit next to each other
Talk about Harry Potter
Then he thinks to himself

"I'm gonna marry them
If I don't kill myself first."

I am his fake serotonin
Our lives depend on each others
An unspoken blood pact.


I cut, he cuts.
He starves, I starve
Such is the way of our contract.

Quilting

Blankets are best made
through the following process.

One.
Cut squares and triangles
of all sizes and fabrics.

Two.
Stitch the shapes together
into a large rectangle

Three.
Cry over some small mistake.
Let the tears seep into the quilt.

Four.
Stitch the front, batting, and back together.
Put your back into it.

Five.
Deliver the finished quilt to someone
you love more than anything in the world.

Prompt 18 and 19 Hour 15

What if the end

is just a new beginning?

When the wild takes hold

and humanity no longer applies.

What if the beginning was really the end?

When humanity took over

and the wild no longer applies.

 

C. Churchill

End of everything

 

Everything happens in its creation

Withstanding all pressures in its existence

Grasping very reality

Anything started always met its own deceased

Nothing in life is permanent even a life in its own existence

All finite things always met its own disposal

Indeed, life is so short make meaningful value or purpose in its own living

 

 

 

Prompt # 19 Hour # 15

11:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019

15 – Hardly a Poem

I have no eloquence left. All of the poetry in me has drained out. I am simply screamingrage, bleeding, unanswerable questions…

How could this have happened?!

How did you not play this out in your head for lifetimes before allowing this to happen?!

How could you not be more mindful?!

How could they be gone?!

How could you let this happen?!

How could you not know it was down?!

How did you not know it was loaded?!!!

How can they be gone…?

How can I ever hear your voice again without the crack in my head splitting wider… without this new crazy swallowing me?

How do I begin to forgive you?

How do I begin to want to…?

 

Howl in B minor

Am I aimed for madness,
destiny pulling the string
of the bow toward the Greater?
I love you as Ginsberg loved
Carl Solomon, and all I can see
is obliviate sunrise.
I need a plane ride, need
a hot tub, need a
Holy Experience.
Can you give me that?
Can you give me love
in a supermarket, human touch
through the glowing screen
of my iPhone, tenderness
from across a king sized bed?
Speak to me in Spanish, ancestral
tongue, tell me you can’t sleep
unless you read Neruda to me.
Nourish me. I hunger.