Attachment Items

featured in the poetry forum May 24, 2024  :: 0 comments

She was always going
to antique shows
and talking about attachment

How the dead
came home with you
and then you had to live
with them.

I don’t know how it
actually worked,
but she was adamant
about attachment items.

So that one day,
I superglued everything
I could to my naked body
and waited for her
to come home.

editors note:

How to lean in to your attachment anxiety. – mh clay

Christmas Carnage

featured in the poetry forum December 22, 2023  :: 0 comments

That giant approaching cat eye in the glinting glass ornament,
a slight pawing bobble at first, a gentle probing before the massacre;
that hissing from the couch will only work for so long,
the cat will wait you out, you get extra busy this time of year.

It is not until you are in the kitchen many hours later
that you hear it, prepping dinner when the entire tree
comes crashing down. As you turn toward the ruckus,
a tiny ninja blur shoots past, racing up the stairs.

Inevitability is a strange mistress.
Her arrival long foretold by those first mischievous
well-whiskered glares.

editors note:

An elf on the shelf is no match for a cat on attack. – mh clay

He Was Born Yesterday

featured in the poetry forum October 26, 2023  :: 0 comments

He was born yesterday,
no way around that.

The professionals filled out all the paperwork.
Noted the date and time and other birthing ancillaries.

He was born yesterday.
In straight opposition to the popular saying.

His father proud, the mother most relieved.
Enough piggies to go to market, count them!

Everyone lost to happy distraction.
Now is the time to slip one past the partitioner.

He was born yesterday.

editors note:

Proves there’s no time like the present. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum July 10, 2023  :: 2 comments

What do you want to do tonight?
he asked.

Go out
and fuck people up!

I answered.

You sound like my cat!
he said.

I am your cat!
I said.

editors note:

Catastrophe from a catty remark. – mh clay

He Gave Me This Address Downtown

featured in the poetry forum January 6, 2023  :: 0 comments

He gave me this address downtown
so that I knew he had money or was squatting or married
well enough to drink champagne from flutes
that once graced a city orchestra
and I felt like some long-lost bearded Odysseus
the entire ride down on the train,
as though I was on the wander, even in my own city
which I believe is what he was going for all along
that first time he called asking about planters
he knew I would never have.

editors note:

Ugh! We all know someone like this. (Eek! Maybe we are someone like this?) – mh clay

Scratch Pad

featured in the poetry forum May 17, 2022  :: 0 comments

I got out my pencil and scratch pad
and asked her to sit for me.

A large smile shot across her face.
She seemed very excited.

I told her to try to remain as still and quiet as possible.
Then I took a long look and began drawing.

She shifted a few times but remained fairly still.
An hour later I put down the pencil,
announced that I was finished.

I showed her the sketch on my scratch pad.
At first, she seemed confused, then angry.

I could not understand why.
I’d drawn a very beautiful city.

editors note:

If I show you my city, will you draw me a girl? – mh clay

Juicy Gossip

featured in the poetry forum January 12, 2022  :: 0 comments

Apple juice leaned in close to prune
juice and said prune juice would not
believe what apple juice had heard
orange juice say about grape juice
who claimed orange juice was just sour
about how pineapple juice and
grape juice had become an item
according to tomato juice who apple said
was playing both sides.

editors note:

All to the exclusion of coffee and tea. – mh clay

Spot On

featured in the poetry forum May 10, 2021  :: 0 comments

It could have been there for days,
I have no idea when it first appeared
or what may have caused it;
dinners’ past a popular culprit,
but I found myself unable to narrow
things down,
there was a four-day window
since I had changed my clothes last,
the smell was my smell and the familiar
seldom spooks you;
just this single spot
halfway down my shirt,
not round like a simple drop
of something,
but rather some unnamed shape
hurtling back from the abyss
which I had failed to
encounter before.

editors note:

Can’t resist a broiled abyss with gravy. – mh clay

Lionizing Any Human is Just Building the Mane

featured in the poetry forum October 4, 2020  :: 1 comment

I am no architect, when it happens it is hardly expected
and never my doing, but it seems to me that lionizing
any human is just building the mane, creating myths
out of bad breath, lazy burping sciatica…
Foundation stories so unbelievable they must be true,
that is the opinion and the sentiment;
I couldn’t be more gun shy if I knew the trigger man,
“deconstruction” is a messy word these days, everyone building
everyone else and upon everyone else, but maybe a little less
toot on the horn is just what is needed; all this posturing
and not a single back willing to carry the load –
I don’t blame them, I am no longer a mule…
My back is shot and the shooter is riddled with bullets.

editors note:

Horns down, pistols holstered; pull your own weight. – mh clay

Isaac Newton’s Cat Door

featured in the poetry forum May 30, 2020  :: 0 comments

parading around
with the gobshite army,
bristling bearded face
scowling tetrahedrons back
into shape
and this moment of indecision
is all it takes,
tiny feline vacillations
about staying in or out,
Isaac Newton’s cat door
said to be the first of its kind;
a thinking man needs time
to think,
arrange his clothespin thoughts
upon strange laundry lines
that droop from weight
and age.

editors note:

Haven’t seen this cat since it wandered over to Schrödinger’s place. – mh clay