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 commentsI 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
ruminating.
editors note:
It takes some chewin’ to churn out cheese. – mh clay
Midwest Farmer
featured in the poetry forum May 7, 2021 :: 0 commentsHer 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
forever
(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 commentsIt’s a twinkle
light catching
eye
lost between
particle and sky
prism refraction
weaving gently
through
soft folds
mind’s
satisfaction’s
discontent;
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 commentsOne 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
Bellicose Diatribe
November 23, 2019 :: 2 comments
The leaves were falling. Jim Jefferies drove about town and noticed trees getting thinner and winter drawing near. He thought of the plains Indians living in these parts. How cold they must have been and how cozy in a warm tepee. Population replacement must have been easy. He loved his hometown but times were tough, once again. He was cruising …
Nothing Is Best
featured in the poetry forum October 3, 2019 :: 0 commentsI discovered the lost cord
strung up
in Iowa coming to terms
with the thought of my
non-death chiming
at the fifteenth fret.
editors note:
Enough rope for a song. – mh clay
The Alley
June 30, 2019 :: 0 comments
The alley you’re walking down is dark. It is the back end of many dive bars, illuminated by the opening of back doors as some bartender takes out the garbage. The green of large, metal, rectangular, Industrial Waste Company trash containers lines the route. The smell is rancorous; a revulsion that immediately makes itself apparent. There are oily patches everywhere where …
No Biggie
featured in the poetry forum June 24, 2019 :: 0 commentsThe beginning of now
was not a big deal
yet upon its passing
it had no real demise
now continued
struggling
with then
so they put them
together with
“and”
now and then
that’s just the way it is.
editors note:
“And” is ever enough for now… – mh clay