30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

20

My sister sold me for new hair
golden as the sun
what would happen, she was aware.
She knew what would be done.

She did it anyway because
she is a narcissist.
She doesn't care how many die--
she's happier for this.

Every woman's competition
in her sickly view.
I held her head, I called her name
and grieved with her but who

can fix a woman permanently
broken by the world?
The only thing that makes her smile
is hurting other girls.

I had a sister once. I hoped
she loved as I loved her.
But narcissists can't love.
In all the world, there's only her.
 
21

Bright sky lifts
Harlem's
Gospel hum
Redemption's bell
Rung

Morning breeze
Sweeps the
Ash from shadow
And fog from trees

Branches Hallelujah
Again
 
5 - 6 The Little Drummer Boy

My sense of rhythm’s second to none,
I expect it helps me to get paid,
But after a gig, when all’s said and done,
I’m just in the band to get laid.

Would be easy if I carried a tune,
Just not my calling, I’m afraid,
Drumming is simple. I’m over the moon,
I’m just in the band to get laid.

“Oh come” they told me, and my sticks
Rapped on the skins to beat a parade,
Crashing cymbals among heavy licks,
I’m just in the band to get laid.

My sense of rhythm’s second to none,
I’m just in the band to get laid.
 
5 - 7 Old Dog

Large furred lump
lies in the walkway,
again,
No matter what sort of
bed or nesting space
we form for her with
blankets or foam bedding,
the only place she appears
to find comfortable
enough for sleep is
exactly where she can
manage to be
underfoot
most often.
 
22

Golden ticket in the chocolate bar day:
fifteen children from the South Bronx
invaded Murray Hill (with appropriate
local, city, state and federal approval)
and played pinball.

Using the words attract and repel as
applied to magnets, check.
Using schematics to figure out parts of a pinball
machine, check.
feeling magnets repel, check.
Feeling the weight of a pinball, check.
Seeing how circuits work, check.

Playing pinball and eating pizza for a solid hour, CHECK!

Yes. I'm the best teacher in New York City for this golden hour.
 
5 - 8

For growing up in
what passed for a suburban life,
I seem to have missed out
on quite a range of things...
sneaking out when grounded,
swiping drinks and replacing the liquor
with water and/or iced tea,
crashing my sister's sleepovers and
checking out all her friends
amid the shrieks and covering of jammies
with arms and blankets.
 
23

There is no
surface. The only thing
proximal to surface
is the degree
to which one can find
clearly similar levels
of density vs. porosity
 
24

Snowflakes melt glorious wet deaths
on Southern Boulevard, but quietly
mass together shiver white
outlines of tree roots or
dormant hostas
behind wrought
iron arches
beautifully
speared.​
 
5 - 9

slender wintry weapons
extend themselves
towards the ground
growing slowly
until gravity decides
they need to
come down
 
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5 - 10 Poppies

Wicked
Witch's
favorite.
 
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25

Missy if I were to sing to you
with my full real voice,
it'd shake your heart loose
and peel it like an artichoke--
just slender thumbs
floating in the butter dish
you brought to the table.

So I don't sing to you.
Consider it a kindness.
 
5 - 11

Night seldom falls;
It creeps its way into place
in little drips and drabs
of dreariness, leaving one
with a better grasp of
how fitting the thought that
wolves were chasing after the
sun was.
 
5 - 12 Financial zappai

All bills are paid;
accounts still open~
feel like a pauper anyway.
 
5 - 13 Tiny Tim's message

It's that time, once more, for everyone to be merry,
whether the feeling is honest or played up for all
those who could benefit from seeing it on some one,

Because who among us could not stand to see a smile. One
that extends from ear to ear making those around merry
by contagion. Laughter and happiness isn't always a cure all,

but it can't very well hurt. While Hope was Pandora's gift when all
the world's Evils escaped her box, I like to think that one
aspect of that Hope is to share the wealth when we are merry.

So, "Merry Christmas to us all; God bless us, every one!"
 
One

Starting over like Mary
when the Angel gave her good news

I am full with the glory of night
of stars
of seeing beyond our own tiny
biospheres
neighborhoods
driveways

because at night one can see
more truly

how special we are
and how small
 
5 - 14

Campground Gathering

soft summer breeze
brushes itself across the
warm light raised against
the chill that comes with
nightfall even at this time
of year, I watch as the
flames dance before me,
thinking they are responding to
the strumming and tuning of
the head counselor's guitar,
I finish off a share of s'mores, licking
the remnants of melted Hershey's
from my fingertips and thinking
how much the scent of chocolate
and toasted marshmellow reminds me
of how Shelley smelled when we
burrowed together in her sleeping bag
last night. Hot and sweet. Tasty.
 
2

There was never Spider girl.
Super girl, bat girl, even girl Friday.

But no spider girl
perhaps because
spiders, silk and estrogen

taken in total
pose frightening possibilities.

I am no super hero.
Never heroin(e)
Yet here I am,
all dressed up
in silk-lined gabardine
 
5 - 15

I still see her
when I close my eyes,
if I try, I can even
make out how she felt
or sounded---the warm,
darkness in her laughter;
but it's always frayed
and unclear, memories
that have become degraded,
but if I happen upon
her perfume at the cosmetics
counter, a single breath is
all it takes to
restore her in every
sense of wonder that she
instilled in me.
 
3

cheerios
perfect name
perfect food
cheer + os

low tech but
tongue friendly
 
5 - 16 Yuletide

My
heart
goes out
to all those
in need of their own,
especially this time
of year,
No
Grinches.​
 
4

corners are easy to cross
red lit or green
with company

alone I stick with the pack
stop or walk or amble

look down when crazy talks loud
not smiling
not frowning

my hand is too empty
always now
too empty
 
5

registration

present your documents
current, only, please,
fingerprints.

retinal scan.
Directions to the bathroom will be
withheld until the process completes.

Who are you?
Who are you, really?

That's one version. Here's how it really went.

Good morning.
Sign here and here.
Insurance identification?
Next queue please.
Good morning.
I'll take your urine sample.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
This won't hurt
much.
(The truffle
is supposed to make it hurt
a little less
but doesn't.)
See the receptionist for your next appointment.

Sign here and here.
Goodbye.
 
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5 - 17 Tabula Rasa

One more cycle ended,
I am dusting everything off,
preparing for whatever happens next,

Lasted longer than you might think,
but déja vu should have clued me in--
one more cycle ended

just as well, since the baggage
was piling up quite reapidly, now
I am dusting everything off

since fresh starts work better when
your slate is clean, which is why I'm
preparing for whatever happens next.


:cool:
 
6

What we do in America

Parking lot lit, your elbows
were moons that sharped
little holes in my recollection

of youth past 2am--
there we were in our new bones
learning to be jazz.
 
5 - 18 (posted in wrong thread originallly)

She's there, again,

He sits in his usual booth
at the corner diner and watches
through the window as the
red-haired girl in too tight denim,
and too tall heels,
chain smokes her way through
another shift of holding up
the street lamp (or sometimes
the abandoned building) just
catty corner to his position
in between bouts of speaking
to people on the sidewalk or
through open windows in barely
moving cars, vehicles she often slips
into and goes off on half hour jaunts

He sighed and shook his head,
wishing he had thirty minutes to spare.
 
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