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DFC2013 6: The Lily Maidenover
and over she
intertwines the colors
looping and plaiting over and
for him--the Face
reflected before her
the sight of him makes her smile when
at seeing him
soon fades with the insight
that her curse is self-fulfilling
for those moments
she drifts and as she fades
she dreams she's sleeping in his arms
her and long last
beauty unmarred by death
He finds her fair then He turns a
DFC2013 5: WinterThe snow falls silently and still;
the world is washed in white.
Not even fur can stay the chill
that touches all tonight.
The moon shines pale behind the veil
of clouds that through the nighttime sail.
The moon shines pale
The moon shines pale
across the barren snowy dale.
The snow falls silently and still.
The trees are cold and bare
as stony gods who can't fulfill
the summer's desperate prayer.
Not all is lost within the frost;
life lies beneath what ice embossed.
Not all is lost
Not all is lost
The world must someday soon defrost.
The snow falls silently and still
but inside we are warm.
We'll sojourn by the hearth until
we weather out the storm.
Be of good cheer and do not fear,
and even though the winter's here
Be of good cheer
Be of good cheer
throughout the turning of the year.
DFC2013 4: ChowderCurdled and creamy divine decadence;
aromatic admixture; eaten elegance.
Robustly russet or wanly white,
Corn or clam, potato or perch, noon or night,
scrumptious to sup, tempting to taste
superior soup to best bouillabaisse--
a fine feast of esculent excellence!
DFC2013 3: AddictionI can't stand your company
so never leave me be.
Hold me like a lover
while I sleep alone tonight.
I never want to see you
except perhaps for always.
I scream when I'm without you
and I scream when you're within.
And since you're always with me
I'll always be alone.
You know that I am soft;
you know that I am stone.
DFC2013 2: Cyber MondayWhat could be the possible reason
to start off the holiday season
with brazen assails
just to get the best sales
all the while your ass is a-freezin'?
DFC2013 1: Love LetterI smile when I think of you
You hover at the edges of my memory
like the face of a blurry stranger,
but every so often I draw you forward
I think of all that we could have had,
but you are too selfish for love
and my heart must be every bit as black
as you claimed.
But you're a whore
and what you call my cruelty
may just be your bad karma.
And as for me? I'm doing well--
better than ever, in fact,
because you're gone.
I deserve this;
and so do you.
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
things i cannot doi cannot sleep
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
PrincessShe complains of
old debts coalesce
like black oil
floating on otherwise
She sometimes trips
over high-heeled shoes
that the dog has pulled
from their box
and left pock-marked and smelly
in the corner.
She is meticulous about
her ever-widening ass
and measures it daily
filled with empty promises.
But she swings it like a queen
as she hisses "Get a job!"
and clutches her purse
in French-manicured nails
out of fear.
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