11.30.2015

Lollygagging

Many
 savory
      morsels await
   patient tongues
Wagging’s
   frowned upon here
Prizes bestowed
      on the dunce
   who keeps his mouth shut


For Bjorn's weekend prompt to the Real Toads: WAITING

And here it is, #30 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans. Whew! Not too late to celebrate this achievement with me by making a contribution of any amount. Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement throughout this month. And now it's Monday morning, carry on and have a badass week, friends! Scribble poems like no one is watching! xoxo

11.29.2015

Spinning

Ear
   plugs
might help
  to avoid
permanently lost
  auditory functioning
from the never-ending concert
     of bad news cycle


#29 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!

Mad Poetry

Writing
by the number
in a chaos of kids
and life and news
and of course cats
seems impossible.
Wouldn’t it be great
to poem by number--
metaphor here,
enjambment over there,
or fill-in-the-blank
like Mad Libs
(no adjectives)
and voilĂ !
Your point is made,
beautifully expressed.
All done, well done, finis.


#28 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans! Running out of steam over here, uh oh.

11.28.2015

Swallowing

Swallowing
in the din of inhumanity
about women and doctors and workers
who deserve to be gunned down
families who are turned away
to certain death in plastic boats
because they threaten our way of life
there’s so much to protect here
cheap electronics
plastic shit and freedom fries
the right to be gunned down by cops
or lunatics
each one is somebody’s hero
I’m speechless
powerless
retreating for solace in a book of verse
remembering how naively I thought
our children would enjoy more freedoms
I don’t know what else to write


#27 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans 

11.26.2015

Kimono

Passerby
dream-treader
you floated to me
itinerant
free
crouched
Indian-style
the earth at your ear
presented gifts
of yourself
I learned to keep
for myself
with no apology

#26 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans 

11.25.2015

Primitive Reflex

They say
when one window shuts
another opens
when one passes
a new soul is born
but we come
crying
into this cold world
alone
as we leave
and it’s too cold
for that open window
after dark
too lonely for tears


For Fireblossom’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: DREAD

11.24.2015

Rant Ad Nauseam

I feel a rant coming on
about how entitlement
drips and spreads and sullies
everything. Today it’s about guys
who think their stones are so big
that they can say any damn thing
to anybody. Even to a woman
who says I don’t like you
and don’t talk to me and stop
contacting me. Even that woman,
or especially that woman.
Entitled bastards sure know
how to sully up lovely things,
I’ll give you that much. Nice going.
Now fuck off, entitled bastard.
No doubt tomorrow
I’ll have a new subject for ranting.

Whew, that feels better. Sometimes this shit just writes itself. Nonetheless I'm counting this as #24 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!

11.23.2015

Monday Morning Breaks

Morning breaks on crooked arm,
From dreams I resist sun.
(Wake, wake, you slugabed,
Work needs to be done.)

Very greatly, lassitude
Tethers me to bed.
(But without your work-a-day
Children won’t be fed.)

In a slumber well intact
Fortunes visit me.
(To collar me in dream-land
They beg on bended knee.)

Sleep-dismissing day and work,
Spirits drag me down.
(You’ve no use for daylight.
Sink, sink and drown.)

Last-ditch fury, roil the quilts
Of my tender sleep.
(May as well stop fighting.
Laugh, laugh the deep.)


#23 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans, styled after a poem titled "In Arcady" by William Cosmo Monkhouse (1840-1901).

11.22.2015

Milkman

Yesterday
our veins ran with it
In an hour
anxiety will stick
like leeches on the brain
Right now
let’s invite the plaque
to settle in
clog our valves
with the milk of our marriage
Constrict
Conserve
Color

#22 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans. For Margaret's Play It Again prompt to the Real Toads featuring Bjorn's TIME TRAVEL

Etiquette for Every Day

What if the proper etiquette
for this
   my denouement,
requires obnoxious pandering
        accepting reprimand

Instead of shuffling
          downturned eyes
the earth to glare upon
I’ll rise in solidarity
         and be already gone

#21 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans! I'm *slightly* behind but will catch up. Eek!

11.20.2015

Meowy

Wishes to be
curled up in your lap
arms outstretched

Petted
there there
everything’s all right

Been out alllll dayyyy after a long week so I'm counting this just-before-midnight post as #20 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans. I thought this might be the start of something. Maybe it still is. Meow!

11.19.2015

Birds of a Feather

Eight birds
perched on a lamp-post
extending over the highway
grip against tremors
caused by wind upriver
and the Prime Chix truck
roaring underneath
Premiere Poultry Distribution
all the way from Foodmart Road

Eight birds
perched on a lamp-post
wish they were someplace else
anywhere but this lamp-post
squawk incessantly
about their outrage
and seem to have forgotten
the prime directive about birds--
they know how to fly


For Corey’s wishing prompt to the Real Toads: HEART’S DESIRE

And #19 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!

11.18.2015

Untitled, 11-18-15

Sunglasses
turning autumn
to technicolor
don’t provide shade
against atrocity

Staring directly
at the sun
only burns
the memory of violence
on my retinas

No amount
of hippie peace music
drowns out
the wails of war

Fleece can’t warm
this November

My children
are listening

There’s no avoiding
this

11.17.2015

How Am I Supposed to Write With This Going On

Kitty in my lap
wriggles & shimmies
head-butts & kneads
kisses with a cold wet nose
wags her tail
settles down & round again
blinks
gives me that look
LOVE ME for crying out loud

MEOW! What am I supposed to do? I'm meowing this as #17 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.