24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The Earth is light
The Earth is dark
It’s not just the day
Nor just the night
In our hearts
And in our souls
Light we make
Or darkness unfolds
It’s what we say
And what we do
That spreads the light
Or darkness do
The choice is ours to share the light
Or plunge the world into the night
Write a poem set in space. The details are entirely up to you!
my chest is a ticking
time bomb with no solution
unbalanced and bent
but you make sense of it
the hollow of your chest is safe
from explosions your hands your
eyes the crook of your neck leave
me mostly undone you know
that I was made to self-destruct / the
chemicals in my brain tell me how
to end things and my heartbeat is a timer
that you keep turning back into a
heartbeat
darling
you are the only shelter I know
that can keep me safe from
myself / I promise that you
can always depend on me like
clockwork
Evening fog lifts
Revealing bright moonlight
As mental fog clears,
Thoughts becoming words and
Words becoming
extraordinary crapy poems
Oh well
Remove soon your foggy glasses
Everything fine here
Need that drink again
Poem 14
Desire
Clammy cold evening
No raincoat in sight
ONLY
Steamy red thoughts elbowing through the fog
FOR
one’s lover to decipher,
stroke by stroke, kiss by kiss…till the sun comes up
You have a pretty set of eyes,
it’s a shame about the rest of you.
Your blessed hips
couldn’t carry a Saint.
You won’t rot any different.
Poem 13
Reverse logic
Time rolls backwards
We start life from the point at which we would have had our last breath
With a wealth of knowledge as if having lived before
And gradually we become younger versions of ourselves
Until we escape
Until our atoms escape back into universe like we never were
Our very existence never having unsettled the atmosphere our presence never being here
All but a dream, foggy and fading as we awake into the reality of nothingness
Leaves that clear the mind
and leave the rest behind.
Tea for two. First you, then me.
To most folks, I’m quite some combination;
Mallory or Marlowe – take your pick.
I worked for the DA once but then he chose to let me go.
Now I’m a full-time private dick.
Men have a tendency to look at me up and down and sigh;
Women just stare – then walk away.
I’m sometimes available for poetic dialogues
But chess? No thanks. In my book that’s a solitary play.
I take my coffee with cream in the mornings.
It’s black as tar every other time.
If you’re partial to some whisky or some brandy
Something tells me we’ll get along just fine.
I often take the measure of loneliness
on empty city streets or long dark nights;
At other times I’m chasing hoodlums
Or muscling in on petty bar-room fights.
I’m not quite sure what age I am
Anything from 38 to 42.
But if you’re looking for a tough guy with a heart of gold
Then I might be the right one for you…