30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Neonurotic]

1-2016

SSDD

Every day is a cloud,
is a hurricane not in season
but all the same,
I prepare for them
by boarding the windows,
securing potential projectiles.

Still, it all, as always, hits the fan
and god, the splatter!
It's a mess I find harder and harder
to clean up
but all the same,
I bring out the rubber gloves,
the bucket and the bleach,

even though nothing ever stays
sanitized in this giant shit storm.

 

[todski28]

2-24

Sell me a song for the suckers
drink the glass dry
toast being broke
light up another cigarette
feeding coins
into pokie machines

whilst your children starve
inject some more vehmence
and incendiary blasts
flash weld
their eyes
so you dont have to drink their tears
or see the fear

light up the spoon
slide into willing
veins and inject
some more pity
add to the chip
make it a platter
served with arsenic laced gravy
washed down with a handfull of pills
xanax and prosac
for the chemical generation
have some ritalin
and begin again

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-16

Each day he caught the rush hour Tube
without fail from Swiss Cottage,
it was the highlight of his day
Charlie, Crown Prince of Frottage.

 

[Piscator]

1-20

Landregen

A German word meaning
continuous steady rainfall.
I learned it from Harold
who came from Austria
with his parents after the war.
A fine word for those
grey sky, all day rains
that soak the ground deeply.
Harold used it on canoe trips
when we'd malinger in our tents
listening to the drip, drip, drip
of water off the fly, hoping
the tent would stay dry
not wanting to be first out to
try and light a wet wood fire
yet finally yielding to a full bladder.
We'd try not to travel on those days
and hang around camp trying
to keep warm and dry
playing hearts under the tarp
maybe fishing from shore
and sometimes I'd go out
solo just to get away
from all the drinking.
Harold died at his desk
a few years ago of a
massive heart attack,
less than a week after our
fall trip off Temagami and
he'd won the fishing contest
for the first time in years.
And on soggy days like this
I miss him.

 

[Neonurotic]

2-2016

Mocha Maraschino

Every Friday, it's topless barista
and I'm there like every other
titty lover going through drive-thru
at Witch's Brew. They eye-guzzle
the honeys for free, are cheap, asking
for dollar drip and leaving no tip.

For me, she's a double tall,
extra hot Cherry mocha.

I like her coffee art swirled
in my fluffy foam along with
her other appealing body parts,
all chocolate flavored curvy.

She always gets more then a
coin shake in her coffee can.

Sometimes she says let's go,
add another shot, and we do,
rather ice him up, put some
Chino in our order, a size up
more for later b'cuz we take turns.

 

[Lyricalli]

2-25

Unfinished

I've never picked up the phone to call
just for a moment
forgetting you were gone
your loss became a part of me
it has been from that day
it settled in under my skin
deep as your DNA

More and more as the years go past
I get compared to you
some things I know I'll never match
some things I try not to
sometimes I hear I have your laugh
and in my heart I hope that's true




.

 

[todski28]

2-25

Curse me with your voodoo
black magic
as I ache
weary beyond the limits
of imaginations bounds
tied tourniquet tight

my sleep is dead
so I lay awake
enraged by the way the scenes
are staged
set, with pristine precision
all neat white sheets
blankets tucked and folded

but I can't sleep
in this vagabond mind
thumbing a ride
to another country
remembering last years taxes
what the fuck for

so I trudge
bent,
with sand blasted eyes

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-17

I want to go on a road trip,
just you and I and the highway.
We'll talk about everything and nothing.
With the radio on
we'll sing our hearts out
making memories.
Just you and I.

 

[Piscator]

1-21

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Deluxe Motel

Its very name's an oxymoron
thin towels and no velour robes
or chocolates on your pillow.
But it was clean, air conditioned
and Monday through Thursday
you could usually rent a room
for the afternoon for $ 40 cash
with no need to sign in.
Plus it's just off the Interstate
on one of those strip mall
service roads that no one
ever knows the name of.
We'd meet there a couple times
a month to fuck our brains out.
She was definitely the most
orgasmic woman, I ever met.
Once for her birthday, I tried
to give her a big O for every year.
I stopped at 39, partially to be
polite, but also because my cock
was spent, my tongue and fingers
cramped and the vibe out of juice.
But usually we'd break after an hour
for lunch and a beer at the diner,
then back to the room for
the repechage, a quick shower and
back to our married middle class lives.
Until one of us would text the other.
It got so my cock would twitch
when my cell buzzed in my pocket
in case it was her, rather than a
grocery list or kid's pickup schedule.
Perhaps it was "just" physical but
at the time it was enough.​

 

[Lyricalli]

2-26

Lunes in Love

In quiet moments
I can hear
things that you don't say


We dance together
to music
only we can hear


You said you loved me
long before
those words were spoken

 

[Remec]

9 - 1 Three of a Lune

Looked at hand;
Nothing I wanted,
Had to bluff.

Almost had it,
One card away from straight,
Close never counts.

Lady Luck,
sitting by my side,
finally.

 

[Neonurotic]

3 - 2016

Trace Evidence

Blinds closed in broad day light,
a shoe, a sock or two,
bra (she unhooks under her shirt,
pulling it through one armhole
and flings it on the lamp shade),
pants, panties and the finally the shirt
are in a long trial to the bedroom.

The sheets are rumpled, pillows
on the floor for a rough and tumble;
most of all,
it still smells like sex in here.

A backdoor man occasionally
gets caught, even before he makes
his clean getaway, that door, slams shut.

 

[todski28]

On being a stray

Mange riddled
howling out that low keen
as hunger gnaws
jaws snap shut
growls low tone
a snarled mask
at any smiling face or hand held out
trust lost amid the smiles
hiding swinging boots

yelp's cry, tail between my legs
huched in the corner
stained in fear
giving way to the feral
the teeth first

safer to hide behind anger's bite
than let anyone near
let the tears dry
on stone washed cheeks
concrete the heart
and live off the warmth of my own light
hide it from those that might
crush it under heel

easier to feel one emotion
drive off all with hate
stave off fate
the care of the living
feed on the dead
retreat into nights comfort
curled into my own tail

those days of running free
tongue lolling
smiling at the sun
legs twitch
small whimpers keen out
dreams spark

start
awake with snapping teeth
trying to stave off hope
as dangerous as
any other drug

interactions were infrequent
all knew to stay away from
hulking stray
the misfit
unbalanced, unhinged
incomplete

years steer
through a haze
an unhealthy malaise of mind and spirit

till love
with trembling hand held out
accepted
in hesitant
trepidation

 

[Piscator]

1-22

Shadow Giants

March ended as a lion and a lamb:
ice storm followed by idyllic day
followed by incessant rain.
It continued into April,
I woke up to a world newly white
ankle deep snow,
deeper in the drifts
a clear cold blue sky
and gusting north wind.
But the spring sun is strong
and as the dogs and I shambled
through our early morning perambulations
we crossed the field, leaving the cedars' shade
to cast giant shadows as we strode across the stubble
before returning home to coffee, breakfast and regular shadows.​

As soon as I started thinking about giant shadows, Basia Balat's Tall Tall Shadow came to mind and may have influenced my scribbles.

 

[Remec]

9 - 2 Always Hungry

She worried about his
appetite,
of whether it was still
fully formed and ready
for whatever she was
serving,
And he laughed inwardly
at the thought of losing
his hunger for her
and not being up for
a satisfying meal--
full course, of course--
including what was surely
and award winning
dessert.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-18

Written by request for a friend who is fundraising to bring an abused kitten from Egypt to England. She wanted something that could be put on a fob of some kind for selling purposes.

He touched my heart,
so I touched his life
to bring him home
to mine.​

 

[4degrees]

1-2

He stands sideways, in
Front of me
Tall Bud Li(t)e in hand
States that 'mumble, mumble...
IS ON A ROCKET SHIP TO HELL...
'.
He was referring to me
But was afraid to look into
My 'evil eyes'.
An alcohol perception
A devil next door
The Baphomet gargoyle
Doing his job well.

 

[legerdemer]

1-1

Sonoran Rhapsody

My shoes crunch on paths made by others,
Millennia's forgotten sons and daughters
Still here, still heavy on this earth of ours.

 

[Neonurotic]

4-2016

To Ashley Madison Customer Service

I do not have any, "pics plssss"
for you or anyone.

I don't have DD's, blond hair
or long legs up to there
and my there isn't dripping
for you. Matter of fact,
I don't have what you're implying
and I'm sure as shit not inferring
any of your fucking innuendos,
not a kitty, jack, no fur trimmings.

But you can believe that or not
as everyone on the internet lies.

Now once again, this place, is too
sausage fest, Customer Service
fuckers, how do I delete my account?

 

[todski28]

The chaos surrounds
like tornadoes, hurricanes and
earthquakes
I dodge the death falls,
the spinning
debris, curses from all the other
bodies being blown
like leaves, or
barely clinging on

I spit in the face of the storm
arms wide
screaming bring it on
I'm beyond your abilities to hurt me
beyond the limits of those
that cling to lichen covered rocks

arrogance maybe
but where do you all turn
when the sirens wail
and chaos is imminent

 

[Lyricalli]

1-27

Never thought I'd be here
it was hard to imagine
during all those years
that sometimes feel wasted
still led me to places
that seemed impossible

It's a constant reconciliation
of what could've been
and understanding
that every step I took
brought me where I am
missing one
any change of direction
and it could all look so different now

Making peace with my regrets
(I'll hold on to a few)
a continual process
of perspective and time
essential to this life
of unexpected happiness

 

[4degrees]

2/2

The blues
Hues and scents
Of a scene seen round
This same time
Better not bitter
Every time.
A time a mind circles
Back to romance
Mind pictures
Wordy lectures were
Protectors
Crescent moon comes
Closer to earth
Spread my darkness
For what it's worth
For a hand full of
Of dust
I inhale, and choke
On nothing.

 

[Piscator]

1-23

Lundi lune

By the waning moon
words are few
as darkness returns

 

[Remec]

9 - 3 First, a Nap

It was a day,
much like any other,
a day filled with a long
(and lengthening) list of
things to do,
people to see,
places to go.
He was often amazed
so much could be
accomplished by only
one person,
in one day,
but all of it would
just have to wait
until he was
ready.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-19

Hurrying down the path to meet his future,
Arthur thought he saw it lingering
on the crest of a distant hill,
but as he approached, it skipped away
leaving him to follow after it
completely unaware
until he topped the rise
that there was a runaway bus
hurtling towards him,
on the wrong side of what should
have been his next road,
and his future stopped skipping.