Compilation Poem for March 3, 2016

Speak for Yourself Compilation poem
3 March 2016

I don’t ever write titles for my poems, so you can call it what you want

Back to the mirror is where I go
leaving a naked doll on the ground —
she forgot me when I said “bath.”
I bore my shame in the mirror each morning when I awoke

now home is starlight and my ribcage,
and a heart beating at the same frequency.
I look into the past and see something that no longer is,
and in 10 to the 33rd years the earth will wink out.

I want to be light and beautiful, as if I had wings —
laughable really, how I can’t manage these.
It is their light that illuminates the early dark
and brings heavy weight upon my fluttering eyelids

Why can’t I live any different way?
a verse is like a key that opens a thousand doors;
the smell of constant hope won’t stop pulling me toward it,
and in 10 to the 33rd years the earth will wink out —
and I was thinking I’m going to look too young for a long time!

How can a vibrant soul have demons deep inside and still shine?
when I run on the grass, the sod and my feet conspire to bring me down.
burnt wheat fields border burning oil fields —
how could you make my tear ducts run dry
and smell my skin on your pillowcase —
Well, closer to sex than I’ve ever been before.

Daisy asked me to read this poem, amongst several bodies that don’t perspire
When I said I was a green light, you assumed I meant go —
Darling, what cruel things you say

Water of its own weight falling;
the cold killing my heart melted away.
Fear is the second before heartbreak
and my joy is orgasmic like I’ve never felt!

Just get it out....

Compiled by Dennis Clark