Poem 22

Sllllooooooooowww

Never once feeling like not one

Thing not two things

But to the very definition 

Absolute in number and in sum

nothing 

Zero

 

It was the amnesia of ever

Existing

Forgetting what shape my matter

Liked to take form

Collecting my mass from the palm

Of my hand to the nape of my neck

Just to remember the sheer will it 

takes to move a breathing body

 

It’s the readings done on the 

Paleozoic Era and letting

The wild slithering, creeping, crawling

majestic creatures, rule your mind 

For a respite in time.

 

Pondering how they had their moment

And wondering if this is how they feel

To be ancient and long gone

tableforone2am

Table for One2am

Welcome welcome
would you like a table
or a booth tonight?

Table please-
I have a reservation

Yes
– We’ve been expecting you.
Follow me please

Your table is ready
your host was very specific
in the setting up and arrangement
of your evening
Here is your menu for tonight

Ma’am? Here is your wine
If I may say so,
your dress is lovely, definitely approved
Though, If I may, your hair would look better
down

Something doesn’t feel right
but I can’t put my finger on it
just yet
But I’m not too scared

Your host is running a little behind
and asked that you go ahead and
order
what would like to eat?

19 restless

small changes keep

whispering over there

soon to creep closer

turn off the box

to unknow what happens

where is the respite

when roused at three

the brain reminds

us awake

Flaming Go!

Really? Look me in the eye and say that.
I don’t bite. I just nibble.

Shrimp! I love shrimp. No, really. I. Love. Shrimp.
All crustaceans, in fact.

Exotic fruits of the sea! But, I digress.
What’s the intention here?

Hour 11: Football is king

Harshib doesn’t need air but only foot ball to breathe
But alas his physique and intentions don’t match
His team has christened him as ‘the stick’
And everyday, he comes home badly bruised, mauled and fouled
That night as he wiped silent tears and went to sleep
He saw a vision in his dreams
A kind goddess bestowed magical powers upon his football
He woke up that day, all excited and eager
To find out if it was really a vision or a waking dream
He waltzed his way into the football field
At the end of practice, a triumphant Harshib walked out
Gloating at the star players of him team
Lying injured, their pride hurt more than their bodies
This happened every day; Harshib scored goal after goal
He was unstoppable until his captain detected foul play
And changed his ball for another; the little hero froze
He was called out but a little voice spoke in his ears
“The power lies within you; unlock!
A sharp breeze blew, he saw his magical football dancing in the air
Empowering him, encouraging him, ” You go mate!”
Harshib closed his eyes and gave it all he had
“Goal! And what a goal, Ronaldo will be proud!
Screamed their coach, his team mates patted his back
Harshib found his eyes watering, he realised
The power lies in you, you just have to have faith
Work hard and then the magic begins…!

Hour8

Hands are to caress.

But what if our

hands never meet?

Will you look for me?

18 Sisters

We made puppets with our hands and feet

We had a Christian cemetery for dead birds

We wrote plays to be performed in the basement

We had The Apple Lovers Club without apples

We believed in Santa despite being Jewish

We traveled by bicycle to meet up with friends

We had a backyard army tent no parents allowed

We wore ponytails pedal pushers and Keds

We smoked Marlboros down by the brook

We watched Vincent Price scary movies

We never had a telephone in our bedroom

We went to the little green store for Yoo-hoos

We understood that we were on the same team

2023 Poem Nine

Weekly Gender

Monday: The smell of WD40 and salty sand in December

Tuesday: Ocean spray on your face and the sound of an old park swing

Wednesday: A broken squeaky toy that only squeaks when you squeeze just right

Thursday: Piles of fresh cut grass and the rattle of pill bottles

Friday: The smell of McDonald’s nuggets in a brand new backpack and losing an earring down the drain

Saturday: A shower at the perfect temperature and the versatility of potato

Sunday: A smoothie because no matter how you mix it, I’m a fruit