Wednesday, November 13, 2013

11/30 & 12/30 - poems

I missed a few days of poems due to this migraine which refuses to die/leave me alone. I feel much better today though so I figured I'd write a few today to make up for the lapse.

This first one is in pantoum form(do your homework if you don't know what that is) based on this exercise here

11/30

excuses (pantoum)
I was busy thinking of other things.
The line felt busy,
I couldn't think.
Our carrier pigeon lost his legs in the war.

The line felt busy,
ink paused on tip of utensil, blood clot.
Our carrier pigeon lost his legs in the war.
Sleep through goodbye then you never have to go.

Ink paused on tip of utensil, blood clot--
tear through the page, trying.
Sleep through goodbye then you never have to go.
Aim for what trembles, shaken shivered shot.

Blame too much wine,
I couldn't think.
Roadblock, brakes cut, cicada plague hum--
I was busy thinking of other things.



This next one is a little off, but hoping I can edit/reconstruct it into something more at a later time. Based on the writing exercise here

12/30

Fingerpaint races, name plate--
Tara at the desk next to me,
and Tara tinyface girl who
found my love notes and tore them up
eye level at my front door.
Andy and the park, first liquor.
Kicking a vending machine, falling a lot
and the Billy who called me ugly but
smooshed his mouth to mine anyway.
Black and pink eye Misty,
her mother
prying sleep-encrusted lids open--
the only time I woke up feeling blind.
Matt faking seizures
all the Sarahs in the world
turning away, laughing, turning.

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