Saturday, December 17, 2016

Never Had


Your grandmother would say  
his nose could chew its way out of a dense fog
or pea soup
or pea soup with ham and alpha bits of seconal. 
True, you added that last part 
because one of the following:

  1. You never really cared for your grandmother, but she seemed like a classy enough broad to swallow her oppression and sleep off the entirety of the 1950s with her head in an oven, unwittingly quoting Plath. 
  2. You never really cared for pea soup but read in a Buzzfeed listicle that William Jennings Bryan ate only pea soup laced with barbiturates while getting over the gold standard. 
  3. You think soup and barbiturates would be the theme for the greatest holiday party never had.
  4. You dated the bassist for the Japanese scream metal band Soup and Barbiturates in your early twenties.

And on mornings like this
when your toast has yet to settle,
you wonder if his collapsed lung
or fear of skydiving ever held him back
the way you thought it would. 


Posting this in response to Kerry's challenge over at Toads. The mission, write a poem in less than 25 lines using the poem "A Wolf" by Jorge Luis Borges as a reference. I had never read that poet before and was most struck by how well he captured the interplay of command and futility: how we can be in control, but still fall to the larger swirl-whirl of other forces. 

As always, work in progress....feel free to offer constructive feedback on how to improve. All poems on this blog are posted for that purpose.  Thanks. 

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Rushdie in Broken Binary

She crash-landed 
from the birth canal
right to the city walk,
chain smoking 
and quoting Rushdie 
in broken binary.

No one taught her 
how to paint her toe nails.
She just always sort of knew
how to lacquer and file
her sharp edges 
down to someone
worth splitting
pancakes with
on a Thursday afternoon. 


Written for Kerry's 55 Flash prompt at Real Toads.  The challenge - write a poem in 55 words inspired by a clip from the movie Samsara.  Here is my offering to the well. with all poems on this blog, this is a work in progress.  Please let me know your thoughts, criticisms, feedback, etc.   Viva la.