My life
will never
run out of debt
until
the day
it ultimately
goes out of print.
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Poetry – Killing My Cat
Monday appointment
3pm
$41 for the medicine of death
$90 to turn you to ash
cancer is no
respecter
of species
Spyder,
what would you say
if you knew
what was coming?
The question haunts me
and you aren’t even
dead yet
Poetry – Better Than Money
I like many things
better than money –
windy skies
and resilient wings,
fiddles that set
everyone dancing,
minds that are open
and yet, not empty,
churches unconcerned
with old books,
and warm, cozy homes
littered with cats.
Poetry – Sylvia Plath Reincarnated
I fear I may be
the unfortunate reincarnation
of Sylvia Plath.
Born fifty years to the day
from her initial entrance,
I draw the parallels
between our lives –
lines that connect
far more than astrology.
Both of us poets,
wordsmiths
living through our literary confessions.
Desperate to be taken seriously –
a gift freely granted
to the masculine,
but almost impossible to achieve
with a soft voice and gentle hands.
Both with daddy complexes
due to the abandonment
of an early death,
we seek that missing link
in other men
(some more worthwhile
than others).
Our final connection results
in a morbidly strengthened bond –
a certain disregard
for our own lives.
We dream of being free
from this earthly game,
but lack the forbearance
for a lengthy battle.
Instead, we choose to dream of release –
and in our darker moments,
even plan it.
Poetry – The Wishing Garden
It was as much
as she could do
to believe such
nonsense,
but she went on
to look through
the garden gate
with one eye open,
keeping the other
tightly closed –
wishing for a vision,
praying for a dream.
Poetry – Pledge of Allegiance (Hades)
I pledge allegiance
to the underworld
of our darkest King, Hades,
and his beautiful,
Queen of duality, Persephone.
And to the lost souls
upon the shores of the Styx,
one hellscape,
under the earth,
brought together
with eternity
and somber humility
for all.
(I have to give props to Green Day’s song “Minority” for giving me the first two lines of this poem and the idea to run with it!)
Poetry – Pride and Prejudice Rewrite
We are all well.
Imagine our surprise,
when our poor mother
was sent off
with bad news,
and never came back
for the truth…
(“rewritten” using bits and pieces of prose from the novel itself)
Poetry – Unicorn Toilet Dreams
Outwit by sleep,
somewhere between dreaming
and awake –
I pick out a unicorn
drinking from a toilet
among the ribbons
of candid snapshots
winding around my head
like cinema still frames.
Poetry – On Chasing Adventure
Doubtless,
the best
has yet to be said
of his wanderings.
Writing of his life
in seclusion,
he says:
Nothing
is more beautiful
than home.
