SUMMER BLOOD OF CHRIST

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

Please dear nodding muse
forever washed by June storm
…then, a rag, dried out!

come, give me a word!
…a jazz chord!, a caw of crow
singing in the South!

Forgiven, these riffs!
…stupefied in summer heat
and made pure by Sun!

editors note: Transubstantiation for a summer situation. - mh clay

IN A WARMING WORLD

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

March’s promise made of Monday…wine and crust.
A piglet ploughs the fields of doughy money
…the bum beholds his pocket vacant, empty.
The Lord looks down and laughs
…the Devil laughs as well
…at all of the sins of pride
whose truth is turned to vegetable and dust
while spirit things have lied
themselves to Hell.

The vagrant is at sea without an oar.
The piglet has to pee
and pisses honey
…five cups of piss at four a cup means twenty
shekels for the piglet’s wife and whore.

Those who rule, are cheated then, by death
and those without by loveless life and breath.
These coins mount up in treasures or in debt
…either way, the women sit and weep
for loss and loss, both light and heavy like a cross
…death’s blackness is the piglet’s only fear
though cool and dark in April… like a tear!

editors note: We each hope this is observation, not reflection. "You can see them out for dinner..." - mh clay

THREE HAIKU FOR THE COOL

featured in the poetry forum May 12, 2018  :: 0 comments

Our eyes rot themselves
…no vision lingers with us!
Fall burns leaves to smoke.

Football is our God!
…a religion of such things!
…war is like a game.

We fail to budge in life
…soon the storm will come to us!
Winter on TV.

editors note: Best stock up and settle in; the ultimate in spectator sport approaches... - mh clay

SHELTER FROM A HURRICANE

featured in the poetry forum March 10, 2018  :: 0 comments

Slowly
on a night of moody jazz
consider
what it means for the burnt out ego
to be fast asleep

watching a computer screen
and counting sheep
while midnight drifts toward three a.m.
the same way smoke drifts
from a cigarette

…a momentary prayer and debt!,
this thing called life!
…sweet breath before oblivion
comes with death and Hell.

Shelter from a hurricane
and the rest
of Satan’s spell.

editors note: A few more waking hours required to conjure the counter-spell. - mh clay

JAZZ EVERY NIGHT TILL THE END OF THE WORLD

featured in the poetry forum December 31, 2017  :: 0 comments

Sexy saxophone you howl
to the Moon
at night
that your silver chambers
burn like a bowl
of opium weed
in the cool beyond words
in a hole
where the deep heart
of June
left itself to bleed
and soon drifted on
past witchey October
to a place where the Sun
has long since gone…

editors note: May end never come; sun never caught. New Year welcomed, as we ought. (We welcome Sam to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) - mh clay

NICE GUY IN A CRUMBY TOWN

featured in the poetry forum October 20, 2017  :: 0 comments

Circumstances force me to be unpleasant
sometimes
it leads to a low ebb
…the tides of good thought recede
leaving their naked sand
full of crabs and crawly vermin

where the soul comes to bury love
…watch TV instead
of looking out toward the streets and their gardens,
stuff cigarettes and food
by the load
to manage better what vagrant daydreams
still linger
in an unconscious eye
which would see all things
as beautiful!

editors note: When within renders none, be seen as such by association. Nice guys, all. - mh clay

FOR THE SCHOLAR WINTER’S RESTING PLACE

featured in the poetry forum August 21, 2017  :: 0 comments

Drift through Romantic and Classical
computer music
from the nearby desk top
…lying in bed
with sweat pants and tea shirt
and warmed by a heater

…go make a liaison
with that similar dream and mistress
to all sleep
with its narcotic yearnings

…go and lift up
the spirit
to those realms of Heaven
or the underworld

cozied by cracks
in that feral cave

and watch History unravel
in the back of your psychotic mind

…abstract images! with hints of gods and beasts
layer these peopled immersions
in fear
and love
and passion

layer the crowd
which has left its mark on the psyche
since childhood

…places
all sexy
and humid and decadent

…and innocent places
which warm the frightened soul
with a sense
of benign
…indifference!

editors note: Read in the half-light of an eclipse to amplify our sense of insignificance. - mh clay