THE SKY CAN FALL AND WE CAN HIDE IN CLOUDS

featured in the poetry forum November 14, 2018  :: 0 comments

How do you know which day it is when night falls
or the minute hands within an hour’s seconds,
but we can draw the stars across our trees
and count leaves, the breeze, their seeds.

Tomorrow may be too late to remember
and the face of the clock too obscure to forget,
but we can drive into the ocean darkening
and watch shadow blackening, harkening.

Last evening the Northern Star fell from grace,
plummeted into our garden’s late afternoon tea,
but we heard it’s echo—its echo?–in its final falling,
stalling, calling, trembling into a kind of crawling.

editors note: Cloaking clouds, umbrella sky; loudly rips the hole where stars fall through. (We welcome Michael to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

I NO LONGER KNOW THE QUESTION

featured in the poetry forum August 15, 2018  :: 0 comments

One by one the cliff erodes,
ice bores deeper,
words stop making sense:
abyss, crucify, alliteration—

passion comes in through fog.
Who claims we must remember?
Skin always knows pain.
fingertips happiness, feet satisfaction.

editors note: We can feel the answers. The questions will come, in time. - mh clay

VANITY AND THE EGO HAS PINOCCHIO’S NOSE

featured in the poetry forum May 30, 2018  :: 0 comments

I am disgust in this little town
and my legs no longer brilliant.

O Lord! O Tambourine Head!
O Beautiful Beast of the Mountain!

I eat tambourine plates
and everything caught in a net.

When the strongman cut his toenails
When the weak man let his hair grow

The food on the table of plenty
fed the nation with blood and flesh.

When the strong took on themselves
When the weak rose to the challenge

We ate squid and crayfish.
We ate oyster shells and banana skins.

When the man lets go of his vanity
When the men let go of their vanity

There was enough to go around.
There was always enough to go around.

editors note: When enough was enough. How much is that anymore? - mh clay