duinostalgia

I wish I
could go back
to that forgotten

patch of forest
we remember so
well where we’d

sneak away at
night to spin
threads of naïve

lyrics over broken
guitar strings and
shit wine our

eyes
burning fireflies flittering
with the world

in them like
the cackling fire
made from stolen

grocery store cardboard
and still-wet twigs
small but so bright

 

just a memory of a very special place

god hotline

 

if I had
a hotline to
god I’d

probably bother
him so much
with petty

complaints like
the oh-so-tragic-
stressful-empty-

in-constant
existential-flux
life

that’d he’d put
me on
answer phone

but I don’t
so I guess
I can moan

Day 19 of National Poetry Month. a piece a day is hard! like, follow and share to support.

ritual III

 

I stand on this pier
watching in fear the distant green light
blinking, an infant peering
for the first time into this world
the thrill matched only by first love’s
whirling waves impossible to grasp
I try but first only comes once
and the tears- sunken pearls-
fall into the sea that stays
utterly, pathetically the same

 

Day 12 of National Poetry Month’s a poem a day challenge. enjoy, follow and share to support. 

swing

 

in my polaroid
memory is a
swing i go

on ‘try, higher
higher’ until there’s
the fuzzy familiar

thrill of earth
letting go and
everything seems

possible why, why
is there only
chaos in the

feeling now as
the person in
the mirror veers

you aren’t bad
bad aren’t you?
I am; am I?

how can smiles
and tears be
the same thing

and I
keep
swinging

Day 6 of National Poetry Week’s daily poem challenge. hope you like it.

ritual I

 

its shell
on an altar
absent priests chant

a northern incantation
in harmony with
the wind(’)s howl

white dandelions
erect
around its pedestal

a stamp-sized
butterfly
yellow empty

the northern wind
catches its wafer
wings fluttering

a mighty
crescendo
to life

 

The Blobbing Fish.

Day 2 of the National Poetry Month April Challenge (a poem a day). Please support by sharing, and even better, do the challenge yourself.

 

 

poster I

 

ENJOY

The small
things in life
like the relief of
a good piss golden like
the sand on which you stand
marvelling at the sun out at 7pm

 

So I’m trying to do the April challenge for poetry month- a poem a day. Hopefully some good stuff will come out. Show your support by sharing and following 🙂 

 

The Blobbing FIsh.