You play with my
heartstrings,
like a kitten
bats at yarn.
- marandarussell.com
Poetry – Heartstrings
writer
Poetry – Sunny Day
My favorite smoothie
is called a Sunny Day.
Oranges, strawberries,
and a hint of mango
help to soothe
these midwestern blues.
- marandarussell.com
Poetry – Faster
Years go by,
the big hand
moving round the clock
faster
and
Faster
and
FASTER
and
FASTER!!!
and
*snap*!
-marandarussell.com
Poetry – Buttered Toast
As the toast fell from the counter, crumbs went everywhere. She sighed, but instead of reaching for a dishrag, sunk her toes into the thickly buttered side facing up. For a moment, the kitchen felt like a spa.
Poetry – He Followed the Sea
He was the only one of us
who still followed the sea.
He was a wanderer,
who could abide
no stay-at-home
order
'til the sea
became his country.
- marandarussell.com
Poetry – Mental Reservation
Room for one, please. I'll be staying until further notice and will not require housekeeping.
Poetry – It Isn’t All It Might Be
The future is yours and the present is mine, but it isn't all it might be. Things go wrong. I talk to myself. I can't explain it at all - whether I guess right or wrong, I can't be the first to speak - or the last. In the end, there is nothing I desire so much as to become nothing.
Poetry – Migraines Again
marble eye
bulging
out of its socket
stiff neck
coiling
thick as marine rope
dizzy nausea
swooning
drags me to the bed
hated pain
blazing
throws me into hell
again and again and again
and again and again and
again and again and again
and again and again and
Poetry – Apocalypse 2020
If I be wrong
and the apocalypse
has not come,
than these
plagues
locusts
hellfire
brimstone
bloodbaths
must simply
be foreplay.
