Anything But a River

Can’t think of myself as the little river.
I’m not that free.

Broadcast

heft from foggy brown eyes these lies
and remand, jam respite
healing through stealing, salted air
courage dictates a fight.

lasting theory society
there be a  probably
for longer paths of crowded road
there’s an eventually

***

Last one, I’m tired.

The Emily Dickinson ballad stanza, found here.

Eggs III

how to build a proper nest for time…

link, loop like straw, tuck, paper like twine.

foxes and box kites knocking the clime,

Momma’s little yoke,

chichi calcium, nature’s design…

Momma’s baby folk.

***

Another form, the Burns Stanza found here.

Eggs

Beginning here and far there

Born of crackled speckled eggs

monotone chromatic twins

airborne flight from brush to fate

air romance

of thoughts too late

rings bells of crumpled couture

stilted closing there and end

***

New form found here and here.

Raised Bumps

He said write me a long one
And off to the ball park he went
Left me thinking
No
I don’t do long poems
Because why?
 
I don’t like commitment
I don’t do good, long
I forget the words to songs
And flirt too much on secret prongs of
Sidewalk or beams yes
Like the dark tower
Yes, on my crackberry
Or coatzee in the john
 
So maybe I do need someone
To talk to
About books and
Maybe poems
Maybe do a little writing together
Little joint livin’
 
Nothing wrong with learning
How the other side gives
I’ll just be ready to receive
(must everything come out like that?)
 
I don’t think there are words to describe who I am
If there were
I would know myself
I have to believe
I’d know my true self
Not Baby Girl
Not Broken Girl
 
Not Evie
Well look at me
Getting so serious in a fun little long poem
On a Thursday.
And its quiet.
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The Person He Is

I do
want to be
the staying kind.
He is worth incredible inner struggle.
To this blessed, broken girl.

The Last Hallucination

I just don’t get
orange skies at night,
Are the oceans on fire?

Issue Behind Mine

I

know you

think you are

better than me

even if only in your heart of hearts

***

Read Marian & Kerry…

Catch

Waitin’ for me to give him
The words I want to hear from
Him as husband and wife

Images of Tom

On
the
corner
With scuffed toes
The lamp light curses
The young man for his stubborn patience