24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hour 23
9/3/23
“Hate And Howl…”
Hate and howl …hmmmm – is that
or this –
about
now and then
…and/or…
how some hate …to howl
or how some hate?
But how about –
hating how some howl …to hate
and howl about how some howl – about hate
while they hate howls and hows?
Hmmmm…
Chris
(C) Chris Twyford 9/3/2023
my brain sits in my skull like a scrambled egg
The Idea Center a blue screen, frozen
I wish I could get to sleep fast
I definitely rely too much on one or another bottle
whether it’s ZzzQuil or a beer, I find myself angry
I almost never stay up till 2:00 a.m. on purpose yet I’m frequently up that late
gaze at the leathery shell and hope it’s not too late
the last of these snakes will make it out of her egg
radiating off of her writhing form i feel anger
the dream leaves me frozen
i fumble for the bed side water bottle
try to tell myself I’m just thisty that’s why I’m gulping so fast
I was made to grow up so fast
I feel like I’m experiencing teenagedom late
all of the feelings I tried to bottle
now I incubate them, protecting my egg
no longer content to be frozen
in time, I’m feeling my feelings and that come with anger
its not her fault she was always so angry
my mom I mean, her temper so fast
its impressive that the circumstances didn’t leave her completely frozen
no one realizes the dangers until it’s too late
try to prepare for the science project of caging your egg
dig through the trash for toilet paper tubes and a plastic bottle
UP, down, I fidget with the bottle
how am I both slower and quicker to anger
unmasking is like peeling a very old hard boiled egg
it is the opposite of fast
i just kept telling myself id eat it later
pretty sure the yolks is somehow frozen
i stand in the kitchen frozen
what was I going to do? Water bottle
snooze my alarm every five minutes so in not late
a routine helps me I’m function. My bodyies refusal to form habits easily makes me angry
if I could just stop thinking so fast
i would actually remember to eat my egg
I make a sandwich with a fried egg hope my sausage isn’t too burnt or still frozen
i eat up fast draining my coffee bottle
some days I just wake up angry, and it’s much easier to be late
Bigfoot has
never requested
your approval
Red on red religiously
Red on read then sleep
Reply on green
Glorious lil gungeon
Dungeon done scarlet red
Hungry for the red room
Red on red receipt
Red better undead
Read butter deceit
The desire to launch into a club hit
is almost unbearable
Thinking of bass hits
and flashing lights
and muscles on display
Followed quickly by
two men bobbing their heads in time
making fools of themselves
while others laugh
In this mad dash to the end
this will be the rhythm that keeps my brain going
Club music, flashing lights, dancing bodies
My mother is a good person
but not as pretty as most mom’s
Her hands are gnarled and bumpy
her backs not straight or strong
Her hair is thin not lush and long
her teeth have been long gone
If her teeth were white and full
Her smile would’ve been quite full
She loves me unconditionally
and I want to love her back I just wish she looked like all the rest to keep other kids from laughing like that
Radiant Orchid
I found a new hair color
a metallic I hadn’t tried before
and my first day with the color
I saw a picture posted of me
sitting in the sun
a corona of radiant orchid waves
haloed my head as if a spotlight
shone down from above to capture
this aura of ultra violet entwined
with lavender moon, punky plum,
and 24 shades of purple
a glow I fell head over tresses
in love with, adore this miracle
galaxy of color and light, I order
more of this sensation
this conditioning color that nourishes
my hair, strengthens it, protects it
and I know it’s the right thing –
it’s half off – I buy three and I’m
in orchid heaven
~ J R Turek Hour 24
I have an unopened bottle of Citron in the refrigerator
and it has our names on it, baby.
Let’s hand trouble its calling card back
and put up “Come Back Tuesday” sign.
By then, we’ll be long gone.
A world not like this
In a world not like this, a wondrous dream,
A place where rainbows in the sky gleam,
The sun’s gentle warmth, a constant embrace,
Where raindrops fall, but not a single trace.
Trees adorned with fruits, branches bending low,
Shrubs with blossoms in a vibrant show,
Birds and bees dance in joyful harmony,
Streams flow gracefully, a soothing symphony.
Lion and deer, as friends, roam with grace,
Deer planting trees, in this harmonious space,
Monkeys share their fruits with mirth,
In this tranquil realm, a rare, serene birth.
Calmness fills the air, a peaceful scene,
No battles fought, no anger in between,
Love blossoms everywhere, hearts entwine,
Peaceful winds whisper, a world so divine.
By
Shreya Suraj