Tailgate

featured in the poetry forum January 16, 2024  :: 1 comment

The hours crowd, they tailgate,
they long to reach their journey’s end.
Perhaps they think of party time,
to share some beers beneath the stars.
Give me some room, don’t make me rush,
I’ll reach oblivion all by myself.

editors note:

We’d all savor a slower amble to the end. – mh clay

It’s Almost Christmas, and I Still Can’t Buy Love

featured in the poetry forum December 23, 2023  :: 0 comments

Everything is on sale for Christmas. Everything except love. The stores must keep it in the back, stuck between the two left shoes and the fluffy bunny minus a tail. Wrapped in duct tape so that it can’t run down the aisles and spray-paint the merchandise. Or the customers.

The man with dark glasses sitting next to me in the movie theater tells me love is just an excuse for money, and this film doesn’t have it. He whispers he saw love sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette. The cigarette is stubbed out and the concrete is still warm by the time I arrive, but love is gone.

I follow some kids to the ice-skating rink. They tell me love is a sheet of ice. The rink manager refuses to sell it to me, but he rents me some skates. I kiss the ice. The ice only freezes my lips together. I want to introduce it to my mother, but it is too big to fit in the car, and it melts when I try to hold it.

I drive home without love. I drive home with blue lips and wet clothes, and a sticky business card from the man with dark glasses.

I’ll have to ask Santa for something else.

editors note:

If it’s not on Amazon, Santa can’t bring it. – mh clay

Undiscovered

featured in the poetry forum September 17, 2023  :: 0 comments

I find myself in wilderness I never thought I’d see.
Rolling hills and prickly fields in hues of brown and gray,
a place where time has not caught up to what I used to be.
The ground is strewn with mirrors that are cracked and warped and cloudy.
Looking down I see me older, undiscovered territory.

editors note:

And such is a shocking discovery! (We welcome Nolcha to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

He walks with light

featured in the poetry forum May 4, 2023  :: 0 comments

in step and smile.
He pets the dog
and leaves the house
with no goodbye.
She watches as
he drives away
to someone else.
She knows she
is invisible.
She pours herself
green jealous tea,

then files for divorce.

editors note:

Not how we would take our tea (no lumps, please). – mh clay

Birds walk the streets

featured in the poetry forum February 8, 2023  :: 0 comments

they don’t bother with their wings,
fallen angels seeking breadcrumbs
the wind left behind.

editors note:

Angel alert: Slim pickings on the streets of earth. – mh clay