Shake A Spear

It was like a scene from Shake A Spear
in the parking lot
when the text just disappears
and the actors choose a plot

from the deck of dying clouds -
I saw him.
He was naked,
but for skin.

His hands were smooth and fine
working welcome on my back.
Loosening my spines,
exposing evolution's lack

of planning
for an archetype's
understanding
of fucking, fire, and fear.

And our need to carve the cave wall - we were here.

For Izy's prompt at Real Toads.  Please forgive my absence, guys; I've been waaay under the weather.

Let's Hold Hands

Let's hold hands and pretend
our hands still fit and then
walk down to the beach
and into the water.

Holding hands again,
we can forget
that we can't swim
and kiss the current
as it comes
to pull us under.

Forehead Crawler

Take the money on the counter,
run down to the store,
and pick up the things that I forgot
when I was there before.

Grab me some Ben & Jerry's;
we'll call it a "surprise."
I need a forehead crawler.
The Thunder play tonight!

Note:  A forehead crawler is something so chocalatey yummy delicious that it makes your forehead crawl.  My mother and I had a ritual of creating something divine and nutritionally dubious to eat while we watched basketball games.

I miss you, Mom.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Dandelion Theology

In dandelion theology,
each wish is given gravity

to fall precisely where it's meant;
to find a friend and nourishment.

Mama, can we never rest?
Please love me more and teach me less.

The seed spins sure.  The seed drifts true.
Mama, you have work to do.

For Grapeling's Get Listed at Real Toads.

If you have time, please drop by my other blog and congratulate my little girl.  She won the Oklahoma Writers Project Young Writers contest in the short story division.  I couldn't be more proud!

Unfamiliar Loves

like a sip of strange skin
a southern slant of light
a road winding and unwinding
the knots in my neck

are we there, yet?

no,

but we're close.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads