Heatbeat. Heartbeat. My brother – Sixteen years older than I At 56 years, 6 months old: Heartbeat. Heartbeat. End. My sister – Thirteen years older than I At 56 year, 6 months old: Congestive heart failure Mitro valve replacement Transplant list Heart and kidney transplant….
Tag: PoetryMarathon2016
Yellow Roses Remained
The aftermath was devastating Twisted metal, fractured wires Bricks tossed all around The house largely a total loss Once a family home, a two story safe-haven The force of the hurricane too much for it to bear When the family first saw it, tears and…
Genetic Modifications
Round up your GMO With smoke and mirrors. Un-natural nature enables Chemical toxins to enter the food chain. Normalizing cancers and disorders Exploiting the exploitable Corrupting the corruptible Monopolizing the conversation Sickening and weakening Nature evolves slower Than corporations make money.
Hour Fourteen
Watching my goldfish, I wonder about his natural habitat imagine his gold tail swishing in crystal clear water, mouth opening and closing on exotic cuisine not flakes of brown, orange and green. They say a goldfish has a 30 second attention span. Terrifying idea, that….
I’ll Always Remember – In Memory of Susan Bachman
Two years ago today, I reached out to help your family I can still see your parents in my mind as they traveled cross country Every call, every lead, every person that thought they saw you All were angels in disguise And like them, I…
Earth 2016
The world is flat with a fence around the perimeter. Braying, mewling people scramble seeking freedom. But no one can be bothered with the gate.
Missing, Presumed Dead
Ed is an old man. One hundred and seven years old Number one hundred and seven on the list Coincidence? Long since dead. The median missing person from Michigan From Centerline, Michigan Coincidence? Argued with his wife Front door should be open No closed. He…
Fin.
wow, we’re done, man, that was fun. 12 hours of time well spent, some good poems, some mere dents. good luck for the rest of the twelve hours, please prevent tire. keep calm and forever be a badass writer.
looking at it
The sun rises Night has quietly left The starts agreed To remain covered They don’t want the attention They know They will shine again. Birds have started chirping a song Telling the world Look at the beautiful day How bright it is Something great…
Perfection
The bright moon, shining in all its glory Hovers over the pristine lake I sit beneath a canopy of stars The atmosphere still as can be Normally, at this hour, I hear the wolves But this night, all is still They’re never a threat, always…