I Need to SingI need a drum and not just any drum. I need a drummer too, and not just any drummer.
The drum must be the water drum we use, and the drummer must be the man I know when he is the fireman.
I need a gourd and not just any gourd. I need a staff too, and not just any staff.
The gourd must be beaded, with leather tassels swaying at the bottom when I use it, when we use it.
The staff must be a symbol when I or another of us holds it, to show we are the ones to listen to, we are the ones who none can step in front of while we sing.
I need a song to sing and not just any song.
It must be the right song for the occasion, and right for the time, the song I sing four times.
I need four songs to sing four times. I need the right songs for the hour, for the need, and for the night.
I need that drummer, who with his father taught me every song to sing by the hour of each night.
I need that drummer whose voice matches mine, who drums our beat, water droplets splashing up with each fast strike of the
ArsonAvalon is burning,Arson2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like my last bridge and the stairway to heaven,
and I swear that this world has never been brighter.
As the smoke fills my lungs I start breathing better.
Fire is cleansing,
it will make everything new again.
The boatman is raging,
but the fire is calling-
I am staying right here
to burn together with the world.
I will burn till I'm beautiful
and new again.
We'll fall down together,
me and the world.
As ashes we will fall,
then rise bright and beautiful
and new again.
Between the Barsi.Between the Bars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I kiss the sickly mouths
noticing how the cracks
in their faces mirror
the ones in the pavement.
An anonymous photo
of a radioactive tattoo
flashes in the night
drunken smiles whispering
to the wind
& the thousand windows
across the street
screeching like train brakes
Falling down with
the flickering colors
my arms raised in
on the ceiling
I find myself mattering
a little less each time.
There is no sympathy
in strobe lights
& no one is seeing the heat
of pheromones & alcohol
on the dance floor.
A meat market rolls out
with the bass.
Loneliness preaches in
the name of human contact
you find yourself feeling
every pair of hungry eyes
on the street
& the man next to her
is not British or her lover
but she needs help
handling her longing.
I miss you
falling into traps
that seem glamorous
but taste like nightmares.
This is the end
of sitting by myself
only four months until
the flow of
AppetitionFingers search, tearing at my side,Appetition2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
desperate to intertwine with my ribs,
to fill spaces where yours belong,
hoping to forget the emptiness between them.
Vertebrae align, my spine wants to arc,
aching to remember the torque of your ratcheting tongue,
the way it stirred emotions I didn't want,
spelling out my desires.
Toes curl, a fist as if to proclaim,
sheets can't contain these dreams that dare to speak.
But eyes are closed because there's nothing to see;
nothing to orbit around,
no distant galaxies to lose myself in,
no black eyeliner to focus on.
The clock ticks a patient melody,
while my heart slows,
and eyes open to a dawning day,
awakening from this hunger that devours me.
Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashThree in Five Minutes1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
HollowdaysShortened dim days and long starless nightsHollowdays2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wellspring, the windchimes, the starlings
Dreary tunes about razorblades, and ash, and bone
The lost man's song, the October sonata
The walkingman shoeheels clack empty sidewalks
Past blank storefronts and soapsmeared windows.
Summer is a distant fire, muted by mist, fog,
Hollow days are here again.
Sultry GenesisScintillating galaxies burst to lifeSultry Genesis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the slow whirl
of her jagged ivory hips.
I spiral into the vast blackness,
the inky atmosphere
spilling from the gossamer tips
of her swirling, mahogany ringlets.
Untethered, I drift,
bereft of graceful starlight
by which to navigate home.
Inevitably, I succumb
to the gravity of her undeniable attraction.
Glimmering eyes awaken,
shed the silken sheets of ashen lids
and illuminate her universe;
an amber sunrise gilding her white plains.
A weary pilgrim
constructing new constellations
from the starfield of her ribcage,
I ravenously hunger to taste sublime glory
writhing beneath the undulating landscape
of her celestial body.
Book Review 'kuBlood, money and jaunts:Book Review 'ku8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The Stars My Destination
Great book - best ending.
Pause a MomentLong, long ago, in a faraway placePause a Moment8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
shadows paint the dusk
and morning fog
with gothic tidings,
lost in a marketplace on an alien world.
Still, the grass grew high.
let the dawn treader
show simple beauty,
it's only a matter of time.
The wandering minstrel,
an old song in modern life,
stops the betrayal of your own flesh
Stay among the willows,
they might be perfect.
Bathtuband the water that you're soaking inBathtub9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you wonder if,
it wants to steal your breath
-what little you have left-
and then you think maybe,
you could willfully hand it over,
you could save it the hassle.
open wide your eyes,
it stings a little and everything is blurry
and you can see the faint smudge of light
coming from the bulb on the wall.
the tiles above your head are swimming
and you're starting to feel like,
you could go to sleep
but you don't of course.
you've been sitting up
for quite awhile now,
staring at your warped reflection
in the rusted leaky faucet.
Name That Baby1) Audio Version Here and 2) New Audio Version here Scroll to "Read by SilverInkBlot," then find this title.Name That Baby2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm gonna lay it on the table
Do the tell
Get the spelling right
Got called "depressed"
Took it up to "manic"
Bipolar in the head
And they said --
"Make it longer,
On taking pills,
To flatten my hills
Knock out the frills,
I got double-damned.
'Cause a this shit --
Father dies in a pool
Mother dies too,
In love with a fool
Mother let days pass,
No food or water
How did she last?
I closed her eyes,
They felt alive,
Like little butterflies.
Hector also dies,
Left alone by
The very unwise,
Young white cats
Die like that.
Spat out with
All the cancer-dead
She too went back.
And nothing stopped.
I saw them al
InnocentThe still, ebony pool reflected her faceInnocent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Small, pale and curious
Innocent and untainted amidst the debris
Of lives lived on the edge
Her existence was an afterthought, a pause
In their race to drugged oblivion
The void called and they followed
Like sheep to the slaughter
Trailing her behind them like a charm
Or an abysmal lure
as they followed the tracks on their veins
to unspeakable places
Too caught up in the march to hell
To notice a gem in their midst
As the intent for ecstasy and anguish built
And broke like storm waves
I hunted, rummaged through dive and alley
Where soulless, empty lives gathered
Armed with anger, barbed with spite
and a mantra in my head
Not too late, please not too late
The search ended that evening
I found them selling her for drugs
Big eyes locked on the greasy man
who leered as he reached for her
I don't believe sanity found me until
Her hand in mine, I led her away
As a drip, scarlet in the reflected moonlight
Rippled the still, warm pool
wittolthe truth assaulted mewittol2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I could no longer
shut the blinds against it:
it came sudden and remote
as a supernova.
unexplained absences add up,
if you care to notice themas,
eventually, I did. her appearances
and disappearances broke
like waves upon my consciousness.
she cunningly filled the spaces
in which I was away.
does it make it better or worse
that it was a different man
now I am estranged, desperate
and despairing as the nearly drowned,
waiting for the tides to rest:
I am scraping through
with a thimbleful of hope.
SynchronicityYou reassure and console and affirmSynchronicity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I remember forward
And I know the patterns of love
That folds and bends and breaks and mends----
---can I be that fool again?
Perhaps, but only in the quick rising of youth
In setting suns and rising moons,
Yesterday and tomorrow and last week and next year
But I cannot love you here
SurvivalTo crumble amongst a ruin of columnsSurvival2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without pride in my spine will never be allowed
For my wrath for survival is violence unparalleled
dismalcold doesn't enterdismal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all warmth just escapes.
old or new friends, to bid farewell.
and my joy has become just lessening of my sadness.
I can't quite put my finger on a certain time or place.
it's hard to forget that look on someone's face.
it's hard to allow this empty space.
to allow to be forgotten is a dismal, wretched phase.
Sunshine on the River The dappled riverSunshine on the River1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Babbles the sound of sunshine
To her pebbled bed
JuneJune came clothed in the rutted rindJune2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of cigarettes put out on skin.
Could do nothing to narrow
I could not hang my skin
Out on the clothesline
Next to your face
And emerge unscathed.