Darling

featured in the poetry forum October 9, 2017  :: 0 comments

to wake the muse
must you be sent mad
leave fruit to rot in their bags
taste the blunt steel on your arm
& stroll as Midnight frightens
alone stars
the muse, like the scent of bacon frying
has you craving, hunger
leading you further

those strangers, here’s my number
what’s your story
let me take notes

furious lame glory
in the weary hungover dew
come morning
nudge the muse, wake wake wake
up you
i am scratching
& cry so loud, screeching

paper creates a universe
& expands our views
searching
a voice in the dark.

editors note: For all our sweet talk and coaxing; she grants emptiness like light for the blind. (We welcome Katie to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) - mh clay

High

featured in the poetry forum August 21, 2016  :: 0 comments

went to the cemetery –
hoping to dig my own grave
look at all these people –
buried away
sky was overcast –
tears were swept back
it seems peaceful and comforting
not at all like death in his early years

well, now look I’ve written some lines
a poem from other people’s dead lives –
current was blocked
that no doctor could stop

I’m writing in red –
unable to find the pen that writes in blue
as b4
habits bespoke –
there is something more than silence something worse –
coming out –
the ticking of the clock
like the train from the tunnel
the sudden light fierce –

books should not be this quiet
they should be crying from the shelves –
life should not be passed should be encountered –
and still that clock ticks

alone with blonde librarian
imagine the romantic possibilities
triumphing any of the stories
in these novels –
I bet

mum of a girl I once knew comes
inside for a look
I know you wouldn’t recognize me now
I think
nobody ever does –
I haven’t changed –

found blue pen.

editors note: So high one can go with the right color of ink. - mh clay

Plastic fucking fantastic

featured in the poetry forum December 16, 2015  :: 0 comments

I’m a doll
Bend me, in which position do you want me

You can’t bite me
I’m plastic
Don’t hurt me

I’m a doll
I have no feelings

I have a catchphrase

I have a catchphrase

Plus accessories

I’m a doll
Bend me, in which position do you want me

Lets party in the pool
Its hot

Ew! I’m horny
Have me, I’m plastic
Bend me, in which position do you want me
I’m a doll
I have a catchphrase

I have a catchphrase

Can you hear me

editors note: From plastic intentions come plastic results. Listen up, Kens. - mh clay