vacant plates and empty stomachs sneer
Through their glossy shine, just having been licked clean
By everything you've ever said
Cores strike like drums when they are sincere.
Times your ribs can beat my brains out… so maybe
I shouldn't lay so close when hearts and
hearts strike together, to make puzzle
the head that stayed so well.
It used to be safe to sit on my glass chest,
that keeps the papers of yesterday.
They still read the same, just invite a different sense to stay.
Like showing embryonic love in letters (lost in box.);
It's the one drop that stains blue lines and ink
for every hundred that sit and burn my cheeks.
But the dust kids don't recognize when the shower turns on,
just that while in the tub… they are wet
The salt in their eyes scald them more
In their shallow tummies, then their blind
Glass balls could ever stomach
INSIGHTINSIGHT12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"See Naples and die"
If you had seen
what I had seen
in just two moments
in just two eyes
you could happily die
a thousand times.
MotherMother10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mother wakes at five thirty in the morning
even Sundays, though the newspaper hasn't been delivered
to me sitting at the top of the stairs.
She squints at me with Hitchcock eyes,
says that my bathwater is turning light gray, it's time to get in.
Sundays, we go to church, which isn't-just-a-social-thing-young-lady.
I'm here because I would neverever ask for anything else
if she bought me a dog.
It dawns, and her voice percolates my future, drip
drip drip, we say Scholarship.
I have a hard time knowing her
without her glasses
and her makeup in its technicolor glory.
She drives me to school every day, to save on parking.
Trucks and equinoxes blow past us as I stare out the window,
drawing pictures in the condensation with my thumb.
She says did you know that Beethoven
never saw the sea? Later we should go to the beach,
she'll show me a picture of a furtive flute of a girl
in a poodleskirt and a yellow-spattered room.
We can walk up and down the sand together