Poem #650

my mind exploded
all my muscles tensed
to keep my bones from shaking
I didn’t even realize
until I couldn’t read
I had things to do
so I shut the door
the other room rumbled
while I tried to ignore it
nothing was right
I wasn’t feeling
but I drove then ate
finally went to sleep
the
n I stopped
but I’m still scared
to open the door

Poem #649

3 black-ink, clear barrel pens
white knife-sharpened pencil
dog collar
extra spearmint gum
bills
an invitation
a styrofoam box and lid
j.d. robb’s “promises in death”
a tall lamp
multi-colored crinkle balls
blue cloth napkin
chewy salmon dog treats
photocopies of prescriptions
flat green charging cable
textbooks
spray bottle
on a big table

Poem #648

scientist was attempting an experiment
in a pod off the main spaceship
he lived in isolation
to unlock the power of his mind
his only entertainment was the vast space
it was full and empty
too far away to feel close
he retreated into his mind
he was so powerful
the only one alive
he studied his own thoughts
he repeated every thought over and over
until the meaning was so warbled
and he had to do it
it was his only truth
taken out of context from humanity
he could do anything
no one else existed
but as these things go,
isolation ended per his original instructions
and he was welcomed warmly
but he had changed
he babbled and pushed everyone away
and the warmth froze over
his pod was detached
to prohibit further isolation
but his mind went with it

Poem #645 – Witch’s Home

this is a witch’s home
she delights in dark
old dry flowers adorn the walls
cats laze on every flat surface
calm magic in the air
she concocts plans to scare
yes please, scare them all away
this is a witch’s home
only for the dark and ghoulish
the haunts and foolish

Poem #644

I want to sew a dress
but not just any dress
it has to have pockets
maybe even ten pockets
it has to be green
but not just any green
green with a touch of blue
frilly trim that’s blue
it’s got to go to my knees
but not past my knees
the sleeves have to be loose
but not too loose
that’s why I want to sew a dress
no one sells my kind of dress

Poem #641

day 1:
she is born
ugly and beautiful
mother kisses her
she has no father

day 1,936:
she is dressed-up
frilly and crisp
mother kisses her
brother screams from the car

day 5,171:
she is nervous
holding notecards
mother kisses her
classmates watch her

day 7,910:
she is proud
wearing a blue lei
mother kisses her
she jumps and shouts

day 9,414:
she is blissful
in a white gown
mother kisses her
music drifts in church

day 9,731:
she is dead
pale white skin
mother kisses her
everyone cries expected tears