Aglio E Olio

featured in the poetry forum September 18, 2016  :: 0 comments

The torrid sizzle
of their meeting
could have easily resulted
in a lifetime
of congealed regret,

but fortunately
for the olive oil,
in today’s online economy
revirgination is only
a mouse click away.

editors note:

There’s an app for everything. (Read another of Jeffrey’s jabs on his page, about a dog’s life – check it out.) – mh clay

Wilding

September 18, 2016  :: 0 comments

Bite
teeth to bone
worry
work for your meal
mark
walk don’t run
nose to dirty glass
growl
drool
limp home
roll in stench
watch the old man
on the corner
he smells
dangerous
too.

editors note:

Not so far from the dog. That old man could bite, too. – mh clay

THE EDGE

featured in the poetry forum July 18, 2015  :: 1 comment

Explorer
some might call him
or seeker,
peeping tom,
rattler at locks,
one who charges full tilt
to the end
of the earth,
leaps
and stretches
and slices his finger
on one of
Saturn’s razor-thin rings,
and allows his
own eccentric orbit
to carry him
out
and down
and into the mist.

editors note:
Follow the explorer, seeker; peep and rattle. It’s the only way to know what lies beyond the mist… – mh clay

SAHARAN SUNSET

featured in the poetry forum October 1, 2014  :: 0 comments

Solitary
uninterested in love
politics
world events
the thousand-year camel
stands
delicately balanced
on his own elongated shadow
and spits
into the fiery sunset
just for the ephemeral thrill
of seeing the droplets
sputter
and dance.

editors note:

A ruminant’s take on the Middle East conflict; a spit and a sizzle. – mh

ARTS & CRAFTS

featured in the poetry forum May 9, 2014  :: 0 comments

Dedicated, single-minded
he saves all the bones from every thing he eats,

cleans them, dries them, fits them together
into intricate new patterns that he says
live within the bones themselves –

chicken bones, steak bones, fish bones,
bones from rabbits, snakes, pigeons, possums,
God only knows what –

all wired together, they teeter on every
flat surface in his den, simultaneous
conversation starters and stoppers.

He’d prefer to be vegetarian for the sake of
his health, but you have to suffer for your art
and sometimes for your craft.

editors note:

Though all gotta suffer, not all gotta starve. – mh

CONVERSION FACTOR

featured in the poetry forum September 1, 2013  :: 0 comments

We come to take you away
from yourselves
and into the dreaming dawn
we the new jihadis
crusaders
huns mongels slavers
conquistadors riding in on
the ebony surf
delivering pain and purification
revelation in the form of
cold objective data –
behold us in our tens of thousands
steely gleaming in
the starlight
unyielding in our brotherly
and sisterly love
at the end of days
the last holy warriors
pilgrims liberators
knights in adamantine armor
bringing true and
irreversible conversion
to you
the welcoming masses.

editors note:

All that’s right and best for us, magnificently marketed and packaged to sell. We, the ignorant, need true believers to lead us away from our folly. Welcome, welcome; well… I don’t know know about that. – mh

CAT’S EYES

featured in the poetry forum December 30, 2012  :: 0 comments

Kitty leaps in the dark,
scrabbles, spits,
crash of photo frames,
glasses, ashtrays
onto the bare floor.

No one has ever
bothered to tell kitty
she has excellent
night vision –
she’s resigned herself

to groping her
way through the dark,
whiskers fully extended,
sensing only her
soft feline regrets.

editors note:

Poor cats, not very smart, so easily embarassed. As someone said, “No forehead, no brains!” – mh

DIVINE RITES

featured in the poetry forum July 9, 2012  :: 0 comments

My own personal monkey god
has great big brass balls, divine treasures
hoarded close between his folded monkey legs,
and a penetrating look to his eyes.

He seems to be daring you to speculate about
his outrageous ornaments and what they might
symbolize. Do they have a utilitarian purpose?
Can they be detached and put into play,
rolled about on the tabletop?

Most likely they are just decorative in the end,
a monkey god’s necessary and rightful
accoutrements, some sort of transcendental
tantric stamp he puts on his pagan world:

These are my big brass monkey balls.
You may gaze at them and imagine their cold
powerful smoothness, but such divine potency
will always remain just beyond the reach
of your earthly outstretched hands.

editors note:

Let these balls roll freely on the great green felt. The gods are working a combination shot to sink the eternal eight ball; odds are on the monkey, to win. – mh

READY TO ROLL

featured in the poetry forum March 18, 2012  :: 0 comments

Half light
and the chilly crinkling
of aluminum foil
layered
under a tee shirt
borrowed spandex tights
black
extra
ultra thick
eyeliner.
Elbow pads
and two big gooey
palms full
of mega-hold
gel – one for the hair on
his head
one
for the rest.
Flosses, brushes,
straps on his spiky
roller skates
and rolls
out into the urban field
of combat
passes through the
shadows
like a jungle cat
on squeaky
wheels.

editors note:

Yessir! It’s not where you go, it’s how you travel there. We suggest Mega-Hold Gel for all forms of transportation. – mh