Dash 8

featured in the poetry forum October 4, 2018  :: 1 comment

The plane is too small.
Some of the luggage is left behind.
It will be at your destination
when you get there.

The stewardess smiles.
The luggage sitting on the tarmac
With sticky tags around the handles.
The plane is too small.

Everyone coughs.
The pilot sounds like a real cowboy.
The seats are too small.
The luggage on the tarmac.

Only 900 were ever built.
This is one of them.
The plane is too small.
The stewardess is coughing.

editors note: Let’s get this thing off the runway; all cough together. – mh clay

Unlearn Me

featured in the poetry forum June 24, 2018  :: 0 comments

Is that a security detail walking beside you,
or a cane?

The car won’t start
and the mind won’t stop.

If you could unlearn me, you would have by now.

Quality demonstrates craft.
Quantity illustrates consistency.

Dizzy hopscotch girls jumping into the sun.

I wouldn’t spend another dime
on this nickel of a life.

Afternoons are best for me.
Mornings should be banned.

editors note: Quality, quantity... quandary. Not another dime on the nickel, except maybe for coffee. - mh clay

3 Feelers in the Feeling Room

featured in the poetry forum February 7, 2018  :: 0 comments

3 feelers in the feeling room
curb stomp nemesis weather patterns
down the dirt of country roads

Himalaya high on rock
crushing sound of the power band

a zoo for the wild ones
Thomas Wolfe as a showerhead

the blood I bleed was never mine
erect neglect in barrier reef

3 feelers in the feeling room
tanta-lies for a horny truth
shimmy wires in a playground play

3 feelers in the feeling

editors note: Feels good to me. Was it good for you? - mh clay

Seeing is Believing

featured in the poetry forum August 19, 2017  :: 0 comments

Go exist in a decommissioned
missile silo in rural Kansas
for top dollar

for all I

I have seen the whole
of the human race
live horribly

and continue
in the worst
of ways

betraying the ones
they love
so convincingly

the moon could land
on itself

and call

editors note: Moon landing or man handling; all part of the same conspiracy. - mh clay

Handshakes Are a Gateway Salutation

featured in the poetry forum April 26, 2017  :: 0 comments

to be avoided at
all costs

a ruse of the Russian
or the Chinese –
let’s say the Chinese
for effect…

just like Oppenheimer
before the bomb.

Getting you to smile
when your face should
know better.

editors note: Every salesman's ploy, to be every buyer's boy. - mh clay

Starting a New Job is Never Easy

featured in the poetry forum February 13, 2017  :: 0 comments

My car fails
in front of a line of orange pylons
and I take it as
a sign.

Cars fail all the time,
you say
but I know better.

The pylons are there because of construction,
you argue.

That’s how it may appear to
a layman.

But I live in the abstract,
see the many patterns.

I know how the fates conspire.

Getting out of the car
I take my place two-thirds the way
down the line.

Standing straight
and forever silent,
my arms at my

Not orange yet,
but that’s what evolution
is for.

editors note: Naturally selected, a beacon for all. - mh clay

The Real-Estate Developer

featured in the poetry forum August 16, 2016  :: 0 comments

He is up each morning
the real-estate developer
building sandcastles on the beach below
with a purple pail and a yellow plastic shovel
his work tools, the tools of his trade
and halfway out the front door
on his way to work
he stops to kiss a hat rack with a styrofoam head
on the cheek
(his wife of many years)
before taking the elevator

editors note: Maybe he will run for president… or king. - mh clay

One of the Bigs

featured in the poetry forum May 19, 2016  :: 0 comments

There was this recent study published
by one of the “bigs”
that claimed there was a direct correlation
between intelligence and sexual activity

which made everyone mad
because it suggested that the smarter you are
the less likely you were to be sexually active

implying conversely
that people having lots of sex
with more than one partner
were less intelligent

and having it with those
of a lesser intelligence

producing offspring that
well, you guessed it…

which explains a lot

if you have ever tried to navigate
a Walmart parking lot on a Saturday
three weeks before

editors note: We seek a happy medium; sexy and smart. - mh clay

Bags of Sage Are Just for Cooking

featured in the poetry forum November 3, 2015  :: 0 comments

She lights a candle
and I think she wants it
to imply wisdom

when all it means
is that the power has
gone out

but again
with the candle

holding it out
in ceremonial

dripping wax all over the carpet
which doesn’t seem wise
in the least.

editors note: One waxes wise while the other wonders. - mh clay

Travel Plans

featured in the poetry forum June 23, 2015  :: 0 comments

Fly in the suitcase, why have you died on me?
We still had many good hours together
pestering one another, but secretly in love
me with a rolled newspaper, you playing hard to get
the ceiling fan spider oscillating third wheel jealous…
fly in the suitcase, did I forget to pack oxygen?
my scatterbrains spilling out over my shoulder onto my shirt
so yours do not have to
the hydro company now buzzing
for you
out along the high wire
fly in my suitcase, let me ball up
my socks beside you
let customs ask their many inane questions, my friend,

no need to

editors note: The best plan; preserve your true love, packed, always present. Let those questions come...  - mh clay