A Quickie on 10:24

A Quickie on 10:24

10:24 PM,

too early to start ta sleep,

too late to work, too late ta care.

Let Me Have a Photograph

Let Me Have a Photograph

Kissin' kissin' kissin's

got me missin' you

missin' you

got me wishin' to

wishin' to

prayin' to God,

Oh God!

Let me see her lips

her eyyyes again,

even if their photographic,

I'll pretend the film's

her skin,

tender tenderly hold it

'twixt my fingers.

Cm'ere and look!

See her smile?

I'll fold it up right now

and slip-it-in my breast pocket,

heart pocket,

and when I need a piece of beauty

on a brown 'n gray spattered day,

I'll slip it out,

so we can both smile for a while,

'fore I slip it back.

A Quickie on this Latch Key

A Quickie on this Latch Key

This latch key 'round my neck,

which unlocks my apartment,

convieniently, unlocks my heart.

A Quickie on Stains

A Quickie on Stains

Stubborn red carpet stain,

remembers her clumsiness,

her blush the day she said, "I do."

Cycle o' Cleanliness

Cycle o' Cleanliness

Late, night, shift,

works aaall evenin'

sweepin' floors

doin' chores so the

day, time, staff,

can work aaall day

scuffin' and spillin',

droppin' breakin' and cloggin',

hoggin' aaall the clean.

A Quickie on Linoleum

A Quickie on Linoleum

Barefoot linoleum

makes for cold toes, pit-patt'ring,

teenage giggles on sneaking feet.

Filter

Filter

Pressure cooked shouts

fly out too fast

for anyone to catch,

rip-ripping past their ears.

Simmer cook yourself,

and meditate.

Filter, filter,

filter with patience

every, word, you say.

Finger Ache

Finger Ache

Cream skinned,

with a birthmark

tucked behind her ear,

with thick, hair,

thick, run your fingers through, hair,

that makes mahy fingers,

ache.

Make me want to,

tug,

just a little.

She winks.

A Quickie on a Drunk Party

A Quickie on a Drunk Party

Smoking on the back porch,

rum in hand, sticky sweet sweat

catches streetlights, makes her shimmer.

A Quickie on Time Management

A Quickie on Time Management

If I feel out of time,

reeling from appoint-pointments,

I'll step out, think about staying.

The Demon of Peachtree City (Part 3)

Finally!

The Demon of Peachtree City

Part III: Hell Risin'

Devil blows up

Devil blows up

Devil EXPLOOOOODES!

Fai-ah leapt from the porch

and bit at my neck,

tore a sliver of skin

off my chin

threatened death 'n damnation

blind to my sins

so I dove for the pond

barely two feet deep

and squeezed for the bottom

as HELL took to its feet,

and the Devil ex

PLODES PLODES PLODES!

The Devil made a quick track

full tack

leapin' through lava

'n the crust o' the Earth,

climbed to his feet

summoned his throne,

burnt black and hellishly smooth...

he seated himself

on Annabelle's cinders

and I ran for my life

ran ran raaan for my life,

and I heard the devil cackle,

and I heard the devil cackle,

and I heard the devil cackle.

A Quickie on My Weekly Schedule

A Quickie on My Weekly Schedule

Woke up dreamin' dragons!

Fell in love five hundred times!

I work for love for love of work.

A Quickie on Seeing MMCR-Y

A Quickie on Seeing MMCR-Y

All the miles in the world

can be erased by sweet teas,

sweet smiles, and three dollar cupcakes.

A Quickie on Want

A Quickie on Want

Grab her jaw and kiss her,

hard. You almost want to bite,

Wanting for her too deep, burning.

Pink Kimono Drunk

Pink Kimono Drunk

Wearin' a pink,

ki, mo, no

'cuz she's a

rock, 'n, roll,

gurl,

hips poppin' as she walks

teeth flashin' as she talks

she's a drunk ass beast

pawin' at the sidewalk

and she keeps

fall, lin' fall, lin' fall, lin'

fall, lin', down...

Black pavement sharp

as, ray, zers

bloodies her

knees, to, knots,

of bone,

A victim to the scene

A forgotten prom queen

ten years past her prime

wishin' she was eighteen

and she keeps

fall, lin' fall, lin' fall, lin'

fall, lin', down...

Finally she

locks, her, door

instantly drops,

to, the, floor,

and as she passes out

she'll forget all about

every teenage hope

that she ever cared about,

'cuz she keeps

fall, lin' fall, lin' fall, lin'

fall, lin,

down.

Starfish Earring Poem

1! Finally!

Starfish Earring Poem

Starfish earring

tick,

kuls,

tickles brushes

it's five tips

just below her ear,

five little kisses

peck pecking

'cross her neck,

a light nibbling, radiating off her collarbone

and flowing down her skin,

her chest,

and a quick quiver 'cross her heart

sends those five kiss kiss kisses

pul,

sing,

through her wrists,

and you can feel them

tick,

kul,

tickle 'gainst your wrists,

even as her thighs rest against your own.

On My Volume

2!

On My Volume

So I scream a bit.

'Tis true.

I holler,

holla ho!

I breathe from my base

from the soles of my feet.

My words rumble through my thigh bones,

rummmble...

Don't crumple when I roar,

'Cuz I boom with joy.

Transubstantiation

3!

Transubstantiation

Flesh bread! And Wine blood!

They're semi-precious foodstuffs.

Don't drop a droplet.

A Quickie on Corner Drugstores

4!

A Quickie on Corner Drugstores

Corner drugstore, Georgia,

Sells ice cream out on the porch,

But with no air, Everything melts.

You're Amanda!

5!

You're Amanda!

I read the Glass Menagerie

and thought you were Amanda,

pandering to the past,

praying to God

to send you

some-anyone

to come a-calling,

take your hand and fly away with you.

While you wait,

you're starting to get dusty.

What I Dun' Did

6!

What I Dun' Did

I blistered my fingers

writin'

writin' you poems,

I calloused my palms

holdin'

holdin' your hands.

I toughened my heart

tryin'

tryin' to love you,

but now you are

leavin,

Leavin' me a hard man.

A Quickie on Summer

7!

A Quickie on Summer

Summer bends o'er backwards

trying to keep her heat on,

but Autumn's calm, cools September.

Bedtime, Aphrodite

8!

Bedtime, Aphrodite

Aphrodite's in her bedroom,

eight years old and sulking,

curling her toes into the carpet

'til they hurt,

sighing out her nose.

Seems to her

that All Olympus is alive tonight,

the Gods explode with laughter

outside her door,

while she can feel the tears,

stinging in her eyes.

Then there's a quiet knock

and someone asks if she'll come out.

She knows the voice

but cracks the door to see:

Eyes filled with ecstasy,

backed by

chaotic laughs of mirth.

"Promise we'll have fun?"

she asks.

"With me?

Forever and ever."

and then a strong and slender finger

pokes below the door,

a pinky guarantee.

Aphrodite trusts it,

takes it in her tiny hand.

He flips open the door

and she leaps into his arms,

wrapped up in some kind of joy.

Yesterdays Beatin' Up

9!

Yesterdays Beatin' Up

Yesterdays

keep beatin' up today,

keepin'me from tomorrow.

Throwin' Words

10 down, and I've got 10 to add. Go!

Throwin' Words

Stop and think about the words you write.

Whether or not

they kiss,

whether or not

they bite,

whether or not, they rot

the moment you pen them to paper,

or does the ink

stick to those pages for ages,

for years and years to come,

to hide in the margins

of yardsales in Florida

carved into sidewalks glowing in

midnight Georgia streetlights,

or Alabama trees

tucked beside interstate cement,

walls,

part of the landscape.

When you throw your words,

make sure the right ones stick.