30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[GuiltyPleasure]

3/30 - Sweepings

No lead, no ink,
no paint or chalk.
No need to think
complain or talk.
The stress is off,
reclaim the time,
obsess and scoff,
don’t blame the rhyme.
The O.P’s to blame
I am as well,
I had to see and to my shame
I wrote some pee and it’s been swell

 

[Remec]

2-14 Souvenirs

The box was simple
cardboard with nothing
marking its brown surface
but a two-toned logo
for the brand of
cross-trainers that had
been in it originally. Inside
were remnants...pieces
that he decided were all
he needed to remind him
of the special places,
the special moments,
that he could no longer visit
in person--police tape
was like that, after all.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-16

Sid's teaching Mabel to hunt, but all she brings back is muddy paws.

 

[Angeline]

2-8

Epitaph

Just assume I'm dead. I'll bury my footsteps and soon enough: silence.

 

[Remec]

2-15

Digital tears seem
so appropriate for
a relationship that
began and ended,
and only seemed to
exist--for you, anyway,
virtually.

 

[Angeline]

2-9

Round Midnight

He packs an ax and flies to Paris where he can be American.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-17

Who decided a man's nipples could be shown, but a woman's covered?

 

[Remec]

2-16

The falling rain settled into snow; finally, the city in winter.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-18

Susan had a false eyeball
to fill an empty socket
and when she wasn't reading
she kept it in her pocket.

 

[Angeline]

2-10

Allen this sentence is improbable, as if it had no meaning.

 

[Angeline]

2-11

Everyone here has a flu or cold or something. Achoo. Achoo.

Dragging my germs like Marley's chains. O wretched me O wretched virus.

 

[Remec]

2-17 Irreconcilable

She'd said goodbye to him for so long, she didn't notice him leaving.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-19

A friend? Wind me up merchants teeter on the edge of oblivion!

 

[Angeline]

2-12

Imagine something that never happened was real and rain was falling.

 

[Remec]

2-18

I thought at first it was a bag,
spinning like in "American Beauty",
but the size was off. Just a wrapper,

floating and twisting, the wrapper
spun in the air, right above the bag
of the can it'd been meant for. Beauty.

But, no matter what special beauty
you find in the dance of an airborne wrapper,
I find them so much nicer in the proper bag.

Yep, bag 'em in all their beauty, each and every wrapper.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-20

He was a mild man
loved his mother,
worked hard and they fed well.
Everyone said how nice he was,
quiet, they presumed shy.

She trembled at his silences
used as punishment
for unknown misdemeanours
that lived only in his head.

 

[Angeline]

2-13

Straight Up

America is linear just like this sentence: tracks, a ladder.

 

[Remec]

2-19

Eyes popped open in
a moment of panic, the
startled gape of
bewilderment that comes
from awaking in unfamiliar
spaces.

Not that the library wasn't
a second home, but I
usually avoided napping there,
soothing as it was in its silence
and the comforting aroma
of actual books--paper and ink
stirring the mind in a way I
tend not to get when reading
off a screen.

"Wakey, wakey," says a voice
after more snapping of fingers
just before my face. I swear, if
she wasn't so cute, I'd have to
take her over one knee---hmm,
there's an idea, file that one
for later--I sigh and stretch.

"Coffee?" Hopefulness isn't a
quality I have in abundance,
but you never can tell. A cup
is pressed to my hands, but it
is colder than almost anything
that isn't actually ice and I
know this won't be good.

I shrug after sipping, Kool-Aid was
the last thing I would expect, but
at least it was grape. I set the cup
down and extend a palm, take the
proffered straw, and stand to
gather my things. "Lunch first, yeah?"

She leans in and takes the wrapper
from my straw out of my hand, gives
me a kiss and whispers, "Sure, if that's
what you want." I barely notice anything
more as we are rushing out of
the building, just the way she drops
the paper and it flutters and hangs
about in the breeze outside.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-21

To suck a cock is my desire
the size it doesn't matter,
but please take care in pulling out
NOT into facial splatter!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-22

Place your legs just so
that I may breathe your beauty,
so sweet as to lead my senses
to that place where my desires
may drink upon you
with fluttering tongue,
Your quiet moans my only answer
that I do indeed please
your succulent nub, erect now
and as you cry out
I part those lips that hide
the portal to our heaven.

 

[Remec]

2-20

I wish I had just one lovely lady
who wasn't afraid to be a little shady,
who wouldn't freeze
when put on her knees,
and happy to give me a sexual heyday.

 

[Angeline]

2-14

Weary Blues

Cold morning Platform B two of us waiting for the train to D.C.

 

[Angeline]

2-15

Sneak Preview

Supermarket girl in blue dress dances. Customers try not to look.

 

[Remec]

2-21 Remembrances

Echoes of her words hover about the house the way her perfume did.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-23

Oh master, I wish to bend
to your every whim,
spreading my legs for you
is my only desire
but don't you think
'Splitting the Bamboo'
is asking too much
of a woman my age?