September Poem 38: A Bird in the Hand: A Pair of Quintets

Little birds pecking the grass at twilight

Hopping your little birdy hops, do the

Insects come out as the light fades, or is

It just more intimate to share a meal

In candle light at the little Italian place

 

On the corner? The place with the smell of

Parmesan that has been hung in old gym

Socks. The place that is so dim that you can’t

Tell if what they served is spaghetti in

Red sauce or just a plateful of dead worms.

Happy Halloween: 6 Spooky Poems to Set the Mood

A Desiccated Heart

 

A desiccated heart

The tool of the patriarchy

Bringing down symbols in the trees

Text messages in the reliquary

 

Bringing down the gates

Cracking the iron bands

The heart a ghostly rose

Trembling in the temple

Of the black demon

 

Amid the carnage

Sated on the hill

Carrion beasts in full repose

A sputter of movement

Arose flapping wings

 

You spent your whole life absent

Alone in your chair facing the void

I chiseled our initials

On the hangman’s tree

 

Dead Woods

 

A well centered in a dead wood

Where ravens come to peck the eyes

Of the children floating in the tepid waters

 

The Wraith of Road 348

 

3 miles down

Under the lightning split elm

Tattered rags

Flapping the breeze

The wraith of Road 348

 

The Chugging Machine

 

The chugging machine

Sulfur and smoke

The building rose

Phantom scented seraphim

Bringing Truth to modernity

 

A Raven’s Cry

 

A raven’s cry

The clay bricks

Baked in the sun

Reclaimed by nature

Destroyed but replaced

Mineralized as fossil

 

Bubbling Acid 

 

Dissolved tissue

A white steam frothing

A rose in the bowl

Of bubbling acid

Tearing away your breath

 

 

 

I Am Bear

I lumber past full classrooms

Sniffing for ripe berries.

I try to claw tree bark from

The bench in the hall

To pick grubs from their burrows.

I try to lick lines of termites

From the painted brick walls

I like the way they bite my

Lips as I chew. I want to

Gorge myself on fresh trout,

But the only thing streaming

Down these halls are other

Students that ready themselves

To sleep through the bleak days

Of ten page reports

And last minute cram sessions.

We are bear so we can

Hibernate through finals

And wake up in the workforce.