Sleeplessness pink dawn’s new light creeps darkness’ hillblushing tells me awake; I’m stillnot asleep my thoughts meander consciousnessdeprives xana-du of mistressso sleepy! body leaden as if torturedracing rumination forwardsleep-zombied can I neutralize this schism?moderate this hers ‘n hism?beauty sleep? make a pact, a blessed covenantwalk as lovers, not sprint and gruntsound asleep… My second try…
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dVerse — MTB / Form — Flying High
Flying High hog rise to ridge; eyes cast, I spot,scene-squeezed, a vision: peepers pop,I’m sky-high dressed in sixties mini-dress (props)fishnet stockings, pink, with high-tops,her thigh-highs! long-haired mod-podge fantasy, herthumb out. my thighs scaffold outcrop,high-tail it. chopper-roared, muffler-growled spin-outrubber gripping melting blacktop;I’m high-risk rumbly offered boarding, hog stops.burned, relieved, she climbs atopwe high-fly Laura is Tuesday’s…
dVerse Prosery — Until We Meet Again, Dear Friend
. . . and the iridescent image swimsthrough a mirror that flows.”Stanley Kunitz (The Atlantic, 1970)from “King of the River” Until We Meet Again, Dear Friend Her cries are barely audible. She is tired. It’s been days since she’s been able to drink. She sits and looks at the water, so thirsty. She looks away, looking…
dVerse 413 — The Mechanics of Drudgery
The Mechanics of DrudgeryAnother annual review rolls around.Another evaluator passing through.She thought this one was decent,But he’s new, after all. He needsTo prove his own worth to admin. Wearing Little Marco Florsheims,He tells her she jokes too much,That she makes her colleagues Smile. (We know where laughter leads.)A light heart may cause outburstsOf hope. We…
dVerse Poetics — Gotham: The First Domino
Gotham: The First Domino Ship cast asea, its belly full Coal gone, no more steam Itched and brittle with scurvy Noxious fog, lost instruments Sails hoisted, yet no wind Mates and passengers alike On our knees, we cough and pray, Facing mid-Atlantic gruesome end, To end albatross, millstone ’round Our sickly necks; orange, stenched Corpse,…
dVerse Q353 small bruised hands
small bruised hands puppetmastermakes them jumpwith greedthey understandthe code, the costgrift-gained wealthjumping throughpublic hoopsof humiliationwooden facespainted with liesdeny deny denysoulless brokerdirty danceswith flaccid shillsbody countof dead &/or terrorizedcontinues to rise Note from the website I nabbed the image from: Paul Klee (1879-1940), aka ‘Buddha of the Bauhaus’, made eight glove puppets for his son Felix’s ninth birthday…
dVerse MTB — Shadow
ShadowYou’d not be an ideal in anyone’s fantasynor a bulls-eye to train one’s dart upon.You’re an incomplete package who shouldbe shipped back for refund; 1 Yelp star.You’re a puzzle; with fallen, irrecoverablepieces, incomplete, and donated to charity.You’re not the kind of mystery anyonewants to solve; who spreads dis-ease.You’re a shattered mirror that I stare into,a…
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