water in a full glass curves like the earth and trembles. please hide the phone away like a maniac on some back ward. tell the dog that i love him, but burglars could become the least of his worries. my bones shake inside me like the water on the rim of a glass. so close so close to losing cohesion. everybody just leave me alone a minute and let the earth turn a time or two in silence.
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sugar donut dust falling all over-- no hat, house grackle or garbage man safe. Mother Nature, mercy woman but you are a stone slob.
come here, glass-skin. i see right through that faux hard pose of yours. go ahead, please just sit right there on the living room table where yesterday the roast was king. spring is a funny season don't you think? warm inside the window, but wet outside. you, though, you're cold outside, wet inside when i give you my tulips with the parted velvet petals oh, such a pretty and pleasing arrangement!
shoogy on the stairs holds the banister like a ship's rail. shoogy is in heavy seas all the way down. want some breakfast, shoogy? some rice chex that the sirens left you can smother the squares in domino like an avalanche in the alps. aw shoogy, your ship has come in. you bewildered beauty of a boy i love ya from the mountains right down to the shore.
ghosts would like to talk to you (but) they are what used to be called tongue-tied. (sometimes) slack-jawed, they run afoul of what the tongue and teeth used to do like falling off a log. have merciful ears dish up time to those whose time has run out like a soup kitchen for grave-y sailors down by the harbor where crowds line the bony labyrinth and cheer shades in plaid shirts dancing backward down the river to what they wanted to say if only you would listen.
frying fish for dinner singing nonsense skillet river take me home i imagine these perch in the pan as denizens of delicious waters. i have breaded them as tenderly as a mother slipping raincoats on small children. now, vegetable oil raindrops pop around them in halos. I keep singing raindrops keep frying up my head as my aussie shepherd sighs and waits, wishing he could cast a line into mine and eat my words. _____ written in response to rattle ekphrastic challenge for february
grandmother hubbard was a merry old soul picked at her teeth with a telephone pole had a gray cat and the cat spoke greek caught its breakfast from a gelatin creek. grandmother hubbard had twenty-three kids sold each off for the highest bids wore soft boots made of lamb and tar rolled old spoons and called it a car. grandmother hubbard never baked or boiled had a parrot in a cage that she kept well-oiled had no cupboard and had no dog slept at night in a mushroom log. _______ for dverse "grandmothers"
the christmas queen
Posted: 01/24/2023 in house of blues, house of memory, house of weather, house of womenif it's for-company manners she's all over it uses the good bone china to pass you her shit keeps her kids in her handbag behind her compact see how the poor broken bastards prettily refract smiles snowing, so nice. she cries, and it's ice. ______ a quadrille for dverse, key word "ice."
he wore a lead smock while kissing her. his passion revved her rentgens. you're like rolling the rides at pripyat. it's a cascade of chain reactions. let's spend our half-lives together, dear. we'll contaminate several nations. _______ for denise's six sentence stories
roofers across the street beating sense into that house's head. it's a steep pitch-- they dig in like batters swinging and connecting-- changing what the sky sees.
Coal Black's House Of Pain 