Heirloom Seeds
A deaf woman’s broken plate
she fed my kitty on while I was gone
Came home to find her
Napping in the ac
She couldn’t afford
Cigarette burn taken back,
Sucked into the violin
My old cell phone,
attached to my hand for years
this new one’s like a tree trunk
my hands stuck
pressed down under it
Heirloom-
what I took when you died
what I wish for you to love
If you were a robin you could
swallow a dried worm
the entire length of your chassis
following it up quickly with a giant fat grub
but too slow,
it’s now in possession
of the sparrow’s mate
no way it’s getting stuffed into
a head that shares it’s girth-
a fardel larger than a bodkin
-she’s not a snake!
I dreamed of Ingrid in the pocket park
woke to a monstrous blue heat
with dry rose pastels
rubbed into it,
no that’s the glare from the street
Phones are too big for our hands these days
It’s basically an iPad
Will I carry it less in my hand
or will my hands get aches
from gripping their girths?
This 80 degrees is tinged
by a shady cool otherwise
I want to run after that girl…
“Where’d you find this dress?”
I’ve learned at times,
not to be a lunatic, and have a bit
more reserve with strangers
at times
The insides of my home, black
as that flowing linen
for maybe a whole minute
gradually taking on colors
an internal sunrise
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So many funny lines, lush vignettes, and beautiful images—Fellini leading a funeral procession, driving a bustling clown car.
Well that description couldn’t be finer, I’ll say that!
a dinger
the random illogical
is perfectly lucid
and totally beautiful
esp: This 80 degrees is tinged
by a shady cool otherwise
Thank you Jim! I like your description too!
That last stanza is so beautiful!
I appreciate that Maira!
These seemed like a bunch of poems strung together until I read them out loud and decided that they did in fact, interact in an interesting way.