to all my peeps in the East, stay safe! i am currently hunked down with some M&Ms, beer, and beef jerkey awaiting the storm, watching too many hours of Weather Channel…..
earthquake to hurricane!? what could possibly be next?!
selfishly i’ll say to you, a good time to catch up on your poetry? yes, i think so!
stay safe!
baby eyes
peekaboo
white clear
intensely blue
peering over
the seat in
front, all eyes
searching,
finding mine
plunged into a
bluest sky
floating oh so
casually by.
mine is the underbelly
soft
vulnerable
i can rake
my broken fingernails
light at first
then…
strike a line
clear across and
spill
those guts.
what if there is
no human around
to see the
glasses shake
right off their
neglected shelves
no one
living to
witness the walls
shiver up
from their drunken legs
what if there is
only the quietest
sounds
of destruction
–
is the end the end
if no one
notices?
if love
means
taking a pause
still in the arms
quiet with another
nomads
like us
will surely
suffer
http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/02/spontaneity.html
Spontaneity — def worth re-sharing tonight….
prick a finger
watch the blood flow
everywhere but there
oh treacherous game
fall swift into a liminal
state: here or not?
oh the pressure of
a modern girl’s life
the vixen, the vulpine,
lick your bloody paw
absently
till a virgin weeps –
none can know
till they wake.
why does
the wood here smell
of urine
two dancers find their
own
rhythm while an old lady
walks out
with her dog
straining
to leave
all the while
the upright bass
competes violently
against
the trumpet
and the man on my side
says, with whiskey
breath,
i hate myself this
much.
Poetry by JC Snyder 