30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Angeline]

5-6

Body Language Fib

I'm
down
low close-
lipped, I say
less than I'm thinking--
not thoughtless but meditative
awaiting the zings
of my muse
ready
to
dance.

 

[Angeline]

5-7

Cat Scratch Fib

Jazz
pause
like cat
claws pawing
pavements silky slink
and scratchy mew the voice of dawn
when the sky goes pink
gold to blue.
Wake up!
Hey
you!

 

[Angeline]

5-8

AKA Fib

Frog
face,
that guy
they called Bean,
Lady this or that,
Papa Hootie Little Jazz
who remembers you?
Some songs fade
but not
for
me.

 

[Angeline]

5-9

Dupont Forest Fib

Yes
the
mountains
are magic
with hidden treasures
Bridal Veil Falls tall as any
skyscraper, roaring
down the rock
gentling
to
streams.

 

[Angeline]

5-10

A'ville Love Fib 2

I
don't
want to
disturb you
but there are 16
reasons you should love this city.
Red brick and bluegrass,
the mountains,
the wide
clean
sky.

 

[Angeline]

5-11

Artful Food Fib

A
plump
Reuben
reclining
before me naked
save the sauerkraut, melted swiss
seeded rye Russian
dressing with
pickles
and
chips.

 

[Angeline]

5-12

Tick Tock Fib

Shut
up
damn time.
There's never
enough now for me
because I'm so over the past.
As for the future
it is here
long as
I
am.

 

[Angeline]

5-13

Fib for a Chilly Day

Soups
on
after
I begin
the big chop-a-thon,
the beguine of vegetables
beans white pepper thyme.
The bacon
makes it
just
right.

 

[Angeline]

5-14

Echo Fib

Your
voice
is still
in my head--
it won't ever leave,
and therefore I need to ask you,
is that a good thing?
I miss you
and yet
you're
here.

 

[Angeline]

5-15

Fib With Wings

I
lift
my voice
like a bird
my peculiar song
is a necessary penance
like a canary
singing down
sunset
to
dark.

 

[Angeline]

5-16

Home Fib

Tucked
in
the side
of a hill,
sheltering mountain
deep in the range where the hollows
hide in glades and roads
twitch up, down--
windy
and
far.

 

[Angeline]

5-17

Scary Memory Fib

That
guy
who chased
after us
through cavernous halls
in Penn Station (up and down stairs)
looked like a werewolf
certainly
hairy
and
rude.

 

[Angeline]

5-18

One Way To Look At It Fib

Oh
noes!
It snows
and a freeze
is gripping the ground.
Persephone is absconded
to the underworld.
Demeter
will mourn
for
months.

 

[Angeline]

5-19

All You Need Fib

If
you
were to
isolate
our overlapping
needs, those spaces where we attract
then coalesce you
would just keep
finding
more
love.

 

[playcatch]

1-fake virgin

plentiful lands were all she knew
mother loved abundance

who could fault earth's daughter
for snatching six
small seeds

tickets to dark
lands steeply guarded

she whispers
joyed and terrified
to the three open jaws

what comes next?

 

[playcatch]

2

Go out like Charlie Chaplin, that's the plan--
kicked up behind me, our forgotten reel
will spill the laddered splices, all uphill
else how could woman love another man?

Like horses, we reveal our selves in eyes
set sideways, every fear and every lie
spilled free from lashes' guard--apprenticed by
the little stream which silence cannot dry.

And so we waddle forth. We drink, we fuck
pretense--ankles swaddled. Deeply stuck,
sore fingers, eyes, comportment, policies--
all forfeit to the fortunes danced by bees.

Tongue out! Eyes sharp! Sew pockets tight for gold
too cheaply bought and far too cheaply sold.

 

[Angeline]

5-20

Thankful Meditation Fib

We'll
buy
berries
tart and sweet
potatoes, cider
gold as honey and fill the rooms
with the harvest with
cinnamon
and warm
warm
warm.

 

[playcatch]

3

Before the song throat longs, it was in egg
laid luckily in nest too high for snakes
or deep beneath sands wind whipped soft and vague
enough to hide an egg until it breaks.

A magpie cannot help but gaude her nest
with tinsel wonder, flattering the sun
with mirrors, blinding eyes whose hands molest
or break the best thing she has ever done.

Even Elephants mourn the week in half,
the mother's soft foot raised to halt
the flight of warmth that rises from her calf.
Our dust, their dust--all the same result.

Mother magic spots and socks and weaves
protection spells from strands of hair and leaves.

 

[Angeline]

5-21

Healing Fib

The
scars
will fade.
Time will pass
in rainy days or
nights so dark the stars turn away.
I'll still be changing--
moving on
my own
sweet
pace.

 

[playcatch]

4

Standing collapse
unfrozen but still

still two eyes close
two more

we navigate by mist
and need alone

 

[Angeline]

5-22

J&S Cafeteria Fib

Down
here
feels like
Mayberry--
cafeteria
trays, meat & 3s, "y'all want some pah?"
Old ladies with gloves!
Barney's just
over
to
Floyd's.

 

[playcatch]

Syriah bought me a drink
it could not afford
to consider its cause and
forgive its men their harm

I recorded the swallows
and played back all their songs
over their tiny coffins
one by one

 

[Angeline]

5-23

Cadwalader Park Fib

There
was
a time
when I sang
wearing red sneakers.
Now I don't remember the song,
but the grass was lush,
the bandstand
empty--
all
mine.

 

[playcatch]

6

Madame Cezanne
uncheerfully mused

in stripe or sour
red chair new

later torn. Mused
for hours and still more

hours. She wore the corset
rarely. Regarded her husband

with the left ear behind which
once she tucked long hair,

young nude barely
smiling.

 

[Angeline]

5-24

Fats' Fibs


Fats
ain't
comin
back no mo,
but through the wonders
of technology here he is
playing and singing
history,
stories
that
stride.

I
could
listen
to that jive
dance the piano
all night to a sock hop finish.
New York City was
magic once,
hands full
of
keys.