As the snow is completely gone and almost completely forgotten on this 70 degree, sunny February day, so have I forgotten the last poems that I shared here on the blog. I had a boost of revision that felt similar to a nitrous oxide boost in a car. I just leaned back in my seat and let it flow.
I have written no new stuff though. However, I did revise some on Aunt Charlotte's Crib. I don't know if I will ever be done with that revision. Don't forget to purchase Uncle Boog and the Dogfight so that you can reread it when I do ever complete Aunt Charlotte's Crib--um...uh...if I ever do.
Anyhow, here are three poems that I have reviewed, revised, edited, and placed in the new NO NAME book. ENJOY!
A Drunk Gives up Beer for Good
My bubbly, gold, and molten friend,
My head hums with incoherence
and unwise reckoning.
Your foam froths on my lips again,
And I’ve not eaten since…
I hear sleep beckoning.
Still, someone has refilled my mug.
So, on your foamy head, I slurp.
I lean way back and sigh with ease.
Excuse me for that raucous burp.
But what’s this now,
Inside my brow,
Float tons of troubled dreams and memories.
It’s like I’ve suckled at a sow
With slimy piglets that, I vow,
Are grosser than my foulest enemies.
My gold and bubbly former friend,
One of your finest features
Was…um…forgetfulness.
If you mingle me with filthy creatures,
Our acquaintance must end
At your pleasure, I guess.
I am made of mud not clay,
But I am just as cheap,
So I must find a faster way
To drink myself to sleep.
Yeah, I don't even remember what dark recesses of my mind that poem crawled from, but here's another that has a tone about as cheery.
Modern Love
“We kill for freedom,”
Cries the rabble.
“We die for peace,”
The killers babble.
He scraps for nickels
And disputes dimes.
He censures others
While hiding crimes.
Slighted by thoughts,
To war he goes.
His ignorance
Charming his foes,
But killing any good
Will in the way.
“It’s for the best,”
I hear him say.
And that is when I
Afford him room
To let the poser
Stumble to his doom.
AND, now I realize that I am missing a poem that is in the book before these two. It was the last of the three morning kiss samples. Here it is.
Morning Kiss
(Sample Three: No Rhyme)
I woke from sexual dreams to find you gone,
A single hair of yours on the pillow.
I heard pulsing water in the shower
And thought of many ways I’d join you there.
But when I saw your shadow in the steam
And you seemed so engrossed in the moment
I felt it would be wrong to interrupt.
I went back to bed alone and waited,
Hoping you’d join me there with your wet hair.
I thought I might convince you of one kiss,
Just one, loving and light, but no petting,
But all along, I could not help but smile
About my well-laid plan to ensnare you
And take you back with me into my dreams.
I know that I am feeding you a lot of poems that you have read (or could have read if you keep up with the blog). Still, when the urge to revise and edit comes along, I have to milk it as best I can.
I was only joking about the crows in the title. NO crows this week. See you next week!
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