To Further Life

featured in the poetry forum May 11, 2022  :: 0 comments

Purchase an organic
parcel for your body
friend whence
it leaveth your soul
to bluster and rot
among life explosion
riot in putrid
genesis to yore.

editors note:

Post it pre-paid return, keep the cycle going. – mh clay

Finding the Corpse

February 23, 2022  :: 0 comments

Can’t believe I’m not here anymore! Look, my son is looking up at me. He’s waving to the ceiling! He’s waving to me! He’s thinking, might he cut off a lock of my hair? For future cloning? He’s thinking…What!? Too much hassle! Won’t be around to see me cloned anyway! Son, are you sure bong hits are appropriate now? Gee, …

Learning Living Now

featured in the poetry forum February 18, 2022  :: 0 comments

My whole goal in
life seems to be
not to puke in me
mouth and swallow
go figure
only one thing to pursue
and that’s the mystery
free mind to contemplate
and dream not wallow
in memory but rejoice
in it both good and bad
as time learning to be
better or done with the
past – intrusive memory
be darned! – is a worthy
and theology allows us
to love the cruelty of nature.

editors note:

Happy oinkers, we; rejoicing in our wallows. (Praise God!) – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum November 20, 2021  :: 0 comments

You’re the same as
your mother
don’t you see
living in DNA harmony
smiles held too long
with laughter robust
slow together do combust
particles which wave
insistent to comply
bursting kaleidoscopic ambrosia
of heaven
the prism within
a tear drop’s precipitous

editors note:

What are we, anyway? – mh clay

While The Poor People Sleep (With the Shade on the Light)

August 7, 2021  :: 0 comments

Hi, my name’s Arch and I live inside. I’m inside him, Eddie. I come out at night while he’s sleeping. Out of Eddie’s anus I crawl. Like a nocturnal form of tapeworm, only I go exploring at night. But I’m no worm. I’m small, that’s for sure. Small enough to live inside him and crawl out of his asshole every night. …

Fine Afternoon

featured in the poetry forum July 27, 2021  :: 0 comments

I gaze in smoky pastures
of provolone
leaf celery bound
to dairy cows’
cheese solving
anxiety (and other world trouble)
from heights of depths
refined in pre-anxiety

editors note:

It takes some chewin’ to churn out cheese. – mh clay

Midwest Farmer

featured in the poetry forum May 7, 2021  :: 0 comments

Her eyes so sapphire
I wanted them for a ring
not that I would gouge
them out, dry them,
and dim their luster
but that they may live
on my finger
staring corn-flower blue
(in a little house)
on the prairie.

editors note:

An unsung subsidy. – mh clay

High Tea

November 21, 2020  :: 0 comments

He awoke as General George Armstrong Custer. What’s more, he was in the thick of the fight. The Indian took stock. “It’s ironic,” he told himself, “but I’m General Custer.” Just then an arrow flew past his chin. The Indian as Custer looked around. He and his men were trapped! On the crest of a tree-less rounded hill! With hostile …

Dr. Richard Alpert (hippies mourn)

featured in the poetry forum October 23, 2020  :: 0 comments

It’s a twinkle
light catching
lost between
particle and sky
prism refraction
weaving gently
soft folds
that here
used to be now.

editors note:

Doc! Write us a prescription, a prophylactic to hold off now from then. – mh clay

Far Away In The Distant Land (a life in fruit and flour)

featured in the poetry forum December 4, 2019  :: 0 comments

One morning
my pancakes self-stacked
gobsmacked I held my syrup mid-pour
the blueberries in my pancakes
were coming alive!
The cakes plumped themselves
as if eagerly awaiting assault of my puritan fork,
then the blueberries worked their magic;
the cakes tipped on their sides and
rolled right off my plate!
I caught them at IHOP trying
to join the all-you-can-eat buffet!
Those pancakes. Trying to pass as restaurant-made!
I’ll never forget those cakes,
pancakes of the finest order;
blueberries bursting with juicy goodness,
free-thinking fruit dappled creations
with a mind of their own
went down screaming doused with butter.

editors note:

It’s syrup will squelch an insurgency on such a morning after. – mh clay