Come hurt me
With your stinging rope of an attitude
Stripping me down
Watching your turquoise tattoo dance
In front of a curtainless window to the world
Your sexy smile and sharp teeth white as lightning
You’re a one-night woman
Unbroken by no one
As I die in all my tomorrows branded by you…
Ride the bronco, bitter to be bucked; unrequited cowboy. – mh clay
Off balance
They keep us
From liberating ourselves
Numbing our news
Hyping our games
Locked in with thumbs up
Omission of truth
Covered over with false flags
We’re nonchalantly hijacked
Speed in our milk
Salt on our wounds
Born dream-drugged
Eyes drifting backward
Butt heavy
Brain light
Expendable
At this rate
Waiting for the mushroom cloud
Hell
We’ll probably throw confetti
At the special effects
Stir-crazy for more
Guzzling drinks
Pinching the next-door neighbor
She’s an ample broad
Eagerly kissing the frog
Anything for a sex spank
When we finally fall
On our smug faces
We’ll just call for room service
The guy in red tennis shoes
With an endless appetite
For more and more of our ignorant souls.
Maybe we could keep our feet if we all wore red tennis shoes… (We welcome Stephen back to the fold of our Contributing Poets with this submission. We’re happy to see his mad missives on his own page again – check it out.) – mh clay
Time ticking
Our tilted heads
Only flesh fearing the inevitable
Infinite space the heart of God
Spirits living within that beat
So sweet
Never crying again
Forgetting all of this
That we have done.
An empty slate, all past is passed; God-beat achieved. – mh clay
Bring me down
from my madness
a high
acceleration
pumping
me into more
than I really am
ease into me
my only woman
crying
this time and ever
dwelling in your eyes
where I should
have never left.
I’ll be out
on the street
soon,
living in my car,
trunk full of clothes,
books I’ve read,
a couple pictures of the ex-wife,
sleeping bag in the backseat,
fogging the windows at night,
dreaming of home:
taking a hot shower,
TV on,
curtains closed,
door locked.
Folding inward to myself,
squeezing some emotion free,
something deep escaping,
exposing that
that I cannot contain,
loose in this chaotic world,
it flies away moaning,
declaring
there is more
to us
than a stick stirring a hole,
we have wings
unseen,
burdened with such a great guilt,
perhaps
if we fold inward to ourselves,
we’ll fill the sky.
The pace quickening,
spreading meltdown
city, town, hut,
lowering tired heads under the weight,
pulling the shade down
on the vibrating window,
pretend not to see
buckling landscapes,
deliver me
into your realm,
seconds ticking,
swelling to burst,
unbutton your blouse
humming your song,
make it slow…
Signed ourselves away,
pulverized into debt.
Unrealistic in our outlook,
unasked questions and means.
On our way to the grave,
faithless in our doom.
Flames in the dark,
a few moments to reflect.
Come and comfort me,
forsaken we kiss.
Never wanted to
win a war.
Reinvigorated
by your tears.
Chewing on a growing rage,
I can’t change my mind.
We are
the wonder of the world.
Enamored
with freedom.
Your repressive power
will fall this night.
Stars flickering
so close to touch…
Fiery buildings falling
to the glowing ground,
making room
for a new city of hope.
