My mum taught me,
when I was wee,
the rules to please my gran:
“Get your elbows off the table”
“Say ‘please and thank you’ whenever able
And don’t eat with your hands.”
“To ma’am and sir
One should defer
Yes, even sometimes
When they’re wrong.
With family it’s sometimes best
To go along to get along.”
In company, aim for grace,
Be civil and refined.
One should by the gentility
Of their manners be defined.
The etiquette she taught me
has served me very well,
But if you think it doesn’t...
You can fuck off straight to hell.
EACH DAY A NEW WORD / EACH DAY A NEW PIECE - ON HIATUS. It has been over five years of writing a daily poem and I needed a bit of a break. I'm not sure what the next step for this project will be. In the meantime, I am reviewing the poems written to compile into a new anthology. Thank you for joining me on this journey and enjoy the poetry.
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Saturday, March 30, 2019
scrumptious
the moment before
when I see the want
and slowly smile
you lean in
your hand snakes up
to twist
within my tresses
you pull my face
inexorably towards you
is there any desert
more scrumptious
when I see the want
and slowly smile
you lean in
your hand snakes up
to twist
within my tresses
you pull my face
inexorably towards you
is there any desert
more scrumptious
Friday, March 29, 2019
comminute
Revenger’s recipes:
take all your broken pieces
the cracked and frayed edges
and lay them in the mortar
pick up your pestle
comminute your sorrow
from now until tomorrow
then of the flour made
of all the best forgotten yesterdays
bake bread for all your enemies
and hope they choke on it
take all your broken pieces
the cracked and frayed edges
and lay them in the mortar
pick up your pestle
comminute your sorrow
from now until tomorrow
then of the flour made
of all the best forgotten yesterdays
bake bread for all your enemies
and hope they choke on it
Thursday, March 28, 2019
polyglot
Je t'aime.
all the words there were and are and will be
Ti amo.
spoke by all the polyglots in unison
the tower of babel fallen and scattered
Jag älskar dig.
Jag älskar dig.
the chorus uproarious
are to we two as silent movie reels
Ich liebe dich.
we are as the shimmering of heat rising
words are by you and me unnecessary
and yet, let me say, in every language, in every way
I love you.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
litmus test
draw a line
in the sand
and stand behind
a litmus test
a yea or nay
no room to sway
or shades of grey
in the sand
and stand behind
a litmus test
a yea or nay
no room to sway
or shades of grey
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
decoct
were it possible
I would grind you up
break you down
and render out
your essence
decoct an elixir
made up of your
innate joy and
on my lesser days
drink you up
I would grind you up
break you down
and render out
your essence
decoct an elixir
made up of your
innate joy and
on my lesser days
drink you up
Monday, March 25, 2019
bower
rest ye here awhile
your wearisome journey
through rugged terrain
far from done
so please you, pause
long enough to
restore a sprightly tread
and in this bower
make your bed
of moss and mystery
indulge in an interlude
of well earned tranquility
ere you strap on your satchel
and rise refreshed
to face the world again
your wearisome journey
through rugged terrain
far from done
so please you, pause
long enough to
restore a sprightly tread
and in this bower
make your bed
of moss and mystery
indulge in an interlude
of well earned tranquility
ere you strap on your satchel
and rise refreshed
to face the world again
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