Well, rain here in the garden state at least…
Here is a smattering of some semi-recent work, still trying to get 100% current. I’m on the path – just need to keep marching forward. (I suppose as a poet I am obliged to march down the road less traveled…or suffer frost’s bite)
“commute” 1/15/2018
the red serpentine writhes
shimmering red scales for miles
slither and drive
weaving hypnotic white lines
sudden halt!
what can be this assault on the harmony of my commute?
thoughts pass to my fellow travelers
caught in this vein
with no artery to escape
tragedy? curiosity?
rubber neck delays
a car perhaps burst into flames
what is the meaning of this break
surely a disaster to play
and as it came so now spent
no explanation hence
to satisfy this brief suspense
with no reason
a spigot turned open
begins to flow
with nary a remembrance
of the seething dam
moments ago
of raging eyes and iron grips
(and curses scored on lips)
and so it goes
before I know
back home
the final stretch
one left turn
with that
my commute comes
to the usual end.
“untitled 2/2018”
be my dawn
be my door.
first pour of wine
that intoxicates
dulling my senses
to infatuate
I invite your attention
let you absorb me
into the promise of your seduction.
“untitled 2/2018”
I would like to drive
up into the sun
unlike Icarus’ failure of old
to know my exact end becoming
blistering incineration
eternal cold.
DMK Notes…The last poem there was conceived as I was driving along… kind of imagining my car lifting up into the sun (sort of back to the future style). “Commute” is of course another stab at describing the daily grind of traffic here in NJ. I kind of hope for some blockbuster movie sized disaster when I am stuck in traffic… at least it would make the waiting worth it (but I am usually, almost always met with disappointment….sigh).
Thoughts and comments are always ignored (kidding). I appreciate all your feedback.
Musical distraction for this moment happening now… Tori Amos “Up the Creek” (everyone could use a little Tori in their life…)
