Simple Math

For a few minutes

I feel gifted

until my inner fanatic

delivers another sucker punch

rendering the equation useless.

And as the blood drains

I sense a spangled lone star tick

has cracked my code, again.

Tiki Cartouche

Tiki Cartouche

a distant cousin, way far removed of Katya’s,

had friends

important gods from the realm of tikidom.

He was not someone to mess with

Tiki Cartouche was a fishing GOD!

Suzy Pacu from South America knew

even the Japanese koi twins, Hiroshi and Sachi

banked left

when they saw his face

above the water peering down at them

pondering today’s method for their demise.

They shit little fish pellets

when they escaped

bubbling over a Guinness

with friends on Fishbrook

and when Sachi

Fishtagrammed a pic of that massively ugly face

peering down into their living room

it horrified them even more.

Astounding what with progress and all

they were still being terrorized

by that wooden man wearing shell earrings, with shells for eyes.

Lucy the catfish had looked once, had reported of

the hulking shadow, had heard the loud drone beyond and

sitting atop his shoulders numerous white angelic creatures with wings

Lucy was smart; she had called them cattle egrets, which had mystified them all, they were certainly outnumbered. it was bad enough they had to watch for Sadie the

fish hawk, who oft times dropped her prey onto the muddy banks. Sadie had cannibalized poor Archie in front of all of them. Archie had been in denial about his weight problem.

Better to be safe Lucy had said

and whatever you do

don’t stare into Tiki’s eyes or he will pluck them out and shell you.

OMG, what is shell! they gasped among themselves, for no-one wanted to admit they didn't know,

as they swished about the pond panic stricken, burying themselves inches below the mud.

Chronic Discontent

I spot it by the mailbox

wearing a gray terrycloth robe and a pair of black Isotoner leopard slippers

entertaining the messy neighbor

with predictions of bear sightings and blood engorged ticks

brought on by a mutual repulsion for yard work.

Later it disguises itself

as a local journalist

gasping about disharmony

throughout the Mid-Hudson valley

allergic to crowds and absent at the town street festival

it prefers to drive home alone

belittle the spouse

complain of indigestion

and then eat

a hunk of Swiss cheese

and leftover asparagus

that the army ants have snubbed.

Trafficking

Inspired by  Jennifer Clement author of, Prayers for the Stolen

Trafficking

in human cargo;

Girls, mostly.

Shuffling them

like a deck of cards

beauty queens

traded to the highest bidder

and then traded again.

Pirated cargo

sold, reshuffled

cut and re-cut

until cynical

and finally sent to jail

to be reformed.

All to keep

the monsters fed

voracious gluttons

who would eat their own mothers

for a filling of gold.

Where is Noah?

Beauty is lost

behind black and blue.

It forgets the green field

the smell of fresh dahlias

the taste of pomegranates

it decays when

sliced up and passed among those

whose foul hearts reek.

Where is Noah?

And how long

before the rains come

again?

Maggie Estep - Emotional Idiot on Def Jam Poetry

A Fresh Impression

Maybe I should pull it

out of my ass;

the unwritten memoir

the poems

the pain

the not soon-to-be forgotten winter that refuses to end.

My friend  said she would shoot herself in the face

except for the dog

her personal savior

who lost weight this winter

loves to dance in the snow

the white powder

glistening on its wet nose, shepherd’s rescued tail, shiny fur

swaying

me to strip

off my inner gloom

and take that first nose-dive  into the past.

Into the still stark white

as I strain

squeezing out excrement, snot and saliva

as black letters bleed-out across the page

combing through the drift

shaking off the bad   

compressing it all into a snow angel

its fragile wings

broadcasting a somber  joy

emerging playful 

and puckish

plummeting    headlong     into the mound.

  

Anthony Robbins - self help

A Weedy Return

Lodged between

a healthy seedling

and a slowly decaying sharp bromeliad

lay a tangled

web of Impatiens.

Take heart,

one twitches

when steady is required

a further adjustment

there, no THERE.

Their shaken world

will either align

or give up the ghost.

Sweet Persephone

Like Persephone   I wait

for Spring,     to burst

can one exchange,   one’s cloth,

clay heart

Rewind to,      once was

get a do over

flower,

or

stop falling.

Cornelia DeDona3-2-14

Inspired by Start by Jean Gallagher: Persephone(2)

Icicles in Snow

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Long suffering

Oracle your circle cages the

Vixen in me

Encompassing past truth; consuming reality.

……

I loved you so completely

I just couldn’t live with you

No one could.

Sorry, I don’t remember last Valentine’s Day

Hopelessly addicted

to the roller coaster;

you awakened something in me

 I could not control

despite your insistence

I fought long and hard to penetrate the frost

and now your love

 pales

in the snow drift

I shovel through

carving new pleasure and pain

ski fresh powder

flawless and persuasive. 

Mind Games

Do you think you are a good person,

you demand of

the liberated me

your scream

howling

between the porous legs of present and past

 as you carp about terror, truth and stunted lives

as you try to saw through my last nerve

as skinny, slant eyed

whiskey whores

parade through purple haze

gorge on your coffers

tramp through your lies

nightmare channel

briefly appeasing you

with their sweet meats

and clotted cream

as the clock strikes past twelve

as you curse in bold print

dripping swear

that you

are a good person.

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Embracing My Winter: inspired by, Winter Practice by Jean Gallagher from her book, START

Embracing the Dark

I extend my arms from horizontal

embrace the dark spaces

trace its kiss

It stretches me

pulls me deeper

into its hollow

beyond the now

beyond this solitude.

The Quest

I ask

You answer

The mysteries hover

We slip in and out

of the dark.

Fact checking

googling, getting scroogled

remembering

forgetting

posing as scientists

mining beliefs

digging up dead cultures

amidst the ruins

amidst our ruining temples

playing our parts

playing

with the gods.

© Cornelia DeDona 12-13-13

December Muse

It is December

And the days flicker by

in reel time

As the pencil thin

browns

weathered grays

traced in white

maternal pause

shielding the palette of young

green, purple, red, orange, and yellow,  

snuggled under leafy blankets

dreaming of Hawaii

and a resurgence

beyond the icy blast.

©12-4-13 Cornelia DeDona

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