My Dear

featured in the poetry forum September 7, 2017  :: 0 comments

To my dear,
My-Oh-My,
did you know that
Why-Oh-Why
has made you crawl
on the tips of every uncut nail?

made you shrink
into a desperate
Oh-God-Please-Don’t

To my dear,
Me-And-Me,
did you know that
fear loves fear?

Did you know that you have
placed yourself into a boiling pot
to avoid another year?

My dear,

hinges
are missing
from your
conviction

The bare
minimum

has mutated
into kidney stones
of various size
wedged in your gum line,

and no one is around to translate.

editors note:

My-Oh-My, just keep smiling. – mh clay

Taunting

featured in the poetry forum July 13, 2016  :: 0 comments

Do you scream, my wide-eyed pet?
Is it really a yawn escaping from your mouth?
Because, bits of you are missing;
chewed, pulled, twisted, and ripped away.
Something foreign has grown on you,
milky and unclean,

and yet I will stare
in a way that does nothing for your benefit.

I am an owner, unfairly blamed with neglect,
but I reject such conviction with a guilty finger;
proven to push straight-spine buttons.

Middle finger, you fiddle so well with the air.

editors note:

Neener, neener, n-e-e-e-e-ner! (We welcome Jada to our crazy confab of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

Incoming Transmission

featured in the poetry forum April 13, 2016  :: 0 comments

Behind the choir of dial tones, live cotton rounds of provolone,
busy lines of thin-sliced swiss camouflage all that we miss.

Our sensitive ears are layered with but a veil of cheese,
transparencies for elegy…

An old record player scratching its way to life,
sculpted lyrics, falling through a jagged tunnel or cracked drain pipe.

Don’t strain your ears to listen, there’s no reward or commission,
to decipher an ill-received language is to reapply a wet, peeling bandage.

Are ears a better fit on the deaf or on the blind?
When no one listens, can they charge the harshest fine?

How did we allow the intolerant ear canal
to lead such a negligent life, such a waxy cover on the butter knife.

If only we’d give it a turn
to widen our eyes.

– Jada Yee

editors note:

Bass tones through cheddar, treble through swiss, volume through thin provolone. – mh clay

High

featured in the poetry forum April 28, 2015  :: 0 comments

Coffee tastes bitter,
metal tastes better

only when sliced, do I slip
into jaw breaking chewing gum,
law breaking stewing thumb,

which is floating in the soup
which, is eventually duped.

the toffee comes whittled
from the outside in,
carved and unsteady,
starved and unready

the toffee is brattled
from the inside out
as the mind stays rattled
with sharpened pencil tips,
sharpest window panes
cutting blood from blade

how should this matter
when the flavor is metal
and the taste feels warm
bitter like coffee,
but better like…

– Jada Yee

editors note:

A double-shot, hot milk-foamed, frappa-macchiato, mocha, mocha, my, my, um… can I get that with a blueberry scone? Make that two! – mh clay