Hour 15: March Hare
Merry unbirthday
You might call me hopping mad
Put the kettle on
Selkie
Here I stand, alone again,
the ocean is far below.
There is nothing left for me to stand,
nowhere to call my home.
My love has forgotten me,
my heart has been sold,
there is nothing left for me,
save for what was left long ago.
The pelt of life’s past,
still tasting of salt,
my children are all grown and gone,
and I’m all alone.
Take the skin, girl to woman,
slip below the waves.
Join the dance of your seal kin
and let the waves wash your life away.
Thus spake the beetle
A beetle walks into the ray of sun at my feet.
I tread it underfoot.
Thus spake the beetle, as it took its dying breath:
“What the fuck man,
Why would you do this?
I was just making my way outside.”
And it passed.
Poem 15
Run rinse rise
life in an
incandescence blue
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Depression
He lay asleep,
Without moving.
For days he would do this,
Leaving us worried and clueless.
Never telling us what was wrong.
We should have noticed!!
laughter in the house #12
little kids laughing
the happiest noise i know
happy faces and runny noses
mix somehow well in the middle of a saturday evening
building castles with blocks
straight up to the sky
first bridges then houses
than camping under sheets
it doesn’t matter
you only need time and imagination
and you can run completely free
that is the beauty of youth
you are not limited by real life experiences
there is no line in the sand
so everything is allowed
that is the joy of being a child.
Poem 14
Whooie fi mi Island a boom
Whooie fi mi island a boom
We have di fastest man in di worl
Bolt is like lightening
We bad a dan bad
we love the Lord Jesus
A him a we strength and shield
Give dem a run fi dem money
We have it lock no matter what
A Jamaica Nice yuh see it
A suh we dweet
no badda say nuttin
everything irie
Whooie fi we island a boom
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Running on Fumes
I’m running on the last bits
Of what I have left
I came here with all the energy I had
And most of it is already gone
I’m only running on what the others are giving me
They hug me and smile
They ask where I am now and what I’m doing
We talk for hours because we haven’t talked in years
Around these boys I am not shy
I am not ashamed of what I am or who I am right now
They don’t care, they’be never cared
They love me for who I am right now
And I love them for who they are right now
This is all that I’m running on right now
What’s left of the energy I came with
And the love of these around me
tenuous
“the leafbud straggles forth / toward the frigid light of the airshaft / this is faith / the pale extension of a day” – Adrienne Rich
i can not speak, the
words stay curled, a leafbud
waiting for the sun, my voice straggles
from within, banging back and forth
the reverberation echoing toward
a locked gate, the
the key between my fingers, frigid
aching for light
a warmth i know nothing of
faith is like the
pupil dilated from the shock of an airshaft
the eyes screaming this
this is
faith
knowing that the
sun never sets, becomes pale
yes but in truth is an extension
of
the moon, a bond, a thread, a
promise, never broken by day
Corner Cafe #5
Corner Cafe
Outside the plate glass window
Overlooking the backyard
On the painted sill
He has set up shop
Filaments crisscrossing
The far right corner
Shine in the morning sun
Holding pods of the fallen
Each day the web is repaired
And constructed to last
Perhaps until the leaves
Turn red and gold
A fortuitous gatekeeper
Waiting for his prey
Knowing she is there
They share mutual respect
Catching a glimpse of him
With his remarkable size
She turns relieved
He is one the other side