Apple Schnapps
I am rotten.
An apple on the edge,
at the very top of
my oak sided barrel.
I am drunk.
With my own dark ooze.
This juicy fermentation
trickles down to those below.
I am manner.
Wasps fight for the ripe,
nibbling at my soft flesh.
Stinging the hand of god.
I am patient.
Crushed and bled dry,
pigs scoff on my core.
My essence distils slowly.
I am power.
In the voice of your youth,
renewed strength in his arm.
Fuel for your weakened mind.
I am death.
The impulse of a thousand
stabs and cuts or tightened fists.
My enemies fight on my command.
Chicken of Despair
Every dawn I romped with the chicken of despair.
Afterwards I would roast it and eat it hot.
The dinner dance often clucked ‘til dusk;
fat with chicken I was a stout but happy fellow.
Now, your diet pills, taken with cold water
(because a fat man must never dance outside)
make me hate even the smell of chickens.
I am not thinner.
Nor am I empty.
I’m a wicker man.
Virgin fear clucking in my belly.
Alight, we could roast together,
but I must let it peck and claw my insides;
eat my cornflakes and cheese sandwiches and smile
(because I know it will want a dance after its tea).
I say I like them and you say I’m better.
I am better.
Better at hiding chicken bones.
Repulsing Around
I tire of this game.
Understanding the rules
most poorly puts me
out of bounds
each and every round.
So I’ve turned
it against them.
Webzietgeist
The mighty walk amongst us
looking just as we do but
seeing only themselves in
everything they do or say.
I see nothing of them.
The righteous sit above us
looking down as we do but
reflecting our choices in
anything we do or say.
I get nothing from them.
Inner Sun
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)quickly fill my mind –
oh joyous spoon of sunshine
cloud that harshness out
Doodle Bug
Filed under Poetry, Senryu | Comment (0)landing in silence –
clacking hum stops all but fear
squash it or flee
Chosen Pebble
I am but a steady pebble,
faceless in the company
of many similar fellows.
My uniqueness formed in
the constant crushing
contact as we are shifted.
Foolish Fish
I’m not a
foolish fish.
I see your
hook
with its fat
deadly temping
morsel.