poem library
jargon (gold key)
destitute and bestial, social tristesse
what words i can dream up for my quandary
quite the brouhaha, a terrible impasse, or a fracas, if you will.
though fruitless and feckless, I can regale greatly
with my palaver and flummery. idle cajolery i wield
to confound you from my odious and unsavoury foibles.
i feign pareidolia when you praise my riposte
my poetry is quite eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious.
My Mercury
☆
enter my inner orbit,
revolve around scathing sun
you have become my mercury
let the precession of your perihelion
not tug you from me slowly
because from 29 million miles
i can see Calorous Planitia
every scratch in your surface
and you feel the heat of my flares
88 to 365, let us spend many earthly years
as the closest of friends
Tomato Girl
her favorite fruit is tomato,
her eyes a beer bottle brown
in no sense perfect or serene
yet in every sense plainly saccharine
unlike the fruit she loves.
she‘s partial to
sungold and early girl
with less of a taste
for mr. stripey or beefsteak.
plain and palatable,
she favors nightshade
while i lean lemon.
love apple is as much fruit
as i am feminal, and so
she savors sweetness
in every sense
but tomatoes and me.
Pine Tree (2)
you broke in boyhood like old sneakers,
grass-stained and dirt-scuffed.
mine was like church shoes,
crisp and clean, yet stiff
climbing trees with left foot, right foot,
left hand, right hand,
like the heartwood pine,
coniferous spine between them,
your familiarity climbs higher
than my awkward hips,
chest and floor bound
taking the falls now
you remember scraping your knees with.
when i fall to the roots
be the petrichor comfort
as rainy season stems claw back alive.
budding pinecone and evergreen,
i breathe loam
and you breathe easy