was gonna post these under Fiction and Poetry... | |
...but apparently that topic is closed. So these are for your perusal and if they don't belong here, let me know and I'll yank 'em. Three poems I wrote a few nights ago.
SYLVIA
I look at pictures of you:
wearing a white bikini on the beach
with the sun in your hair
laughing at something in your room
while wearing your robe
gazing at your husband,
that smug-looking bastard.
you were long
gone
by the time
I knew about you
and by now
you must have surely
nourished the earth
and truly become
no more,
but allow me
this moment
to say
you're
beautiful.
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SYLVIA II
they shot you
full of lightning
then left you
there
staring at the ceiling,
cold and scared, worse off
than before,
then you couldn't sleep
for a month
and school didn't help
and you took some pills
behind a stack of firewood
and that didn't work
either.
they shot you
with lightning
again
but that
cure
didn't last long
and then you
sealed up the room
and rested your
pretty white cheek
on a towel
on the oven door
and
THAT
did the trick.
you look at me with your dark eyes
from photos that were old
when I was born
and I listen your your dark voice
but all I can do is
type this poem
for you
in the
cold.
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NOT TOO BAD
five poems into the night
that's not too bad
on this 1:40 a.m.
new year's eve
while everyone is upstairs
asleep and warm
and I'm in a soot-room
with cold socked feet
needing a shower.
this is the fifth poem
of the night
and I don't think
that's too bad
although
this poem
itself
isn't too
good.  | 
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