Category: 11th

Winters’ night

Shall I compare thee to a winters’ night?
veiled behind a mask of pure
That drown the showings of light
Born from the fallen stars
and more brutal than the winds
Amid a feeling cruel and vicious
Like the punishment of our sins
Shrouded in the shadows
Hidden somewhere out of sight
As the sun falls out of focus
Takes its place, a wintry night

The Man From the Sewer

The man from the sewer
was only 4 feet tall
maybe even a fewer.
By the time he was 28
only 70 pounds was his weight.
People wondered why he grew so slight
I think it was a lack of sunlight.

The man from the sewer
looked like a pile of garbage
especially to an outside viewer.
His clothes were mostly torn
and smelled of week-old corn.
Some question what led him down this path
I think his mother never gave him a proper bath.

Chasing Birds

I don’t know what it is
Maybe how at 7:00 the sun bends over the horizon
Or the smell of dew-drenched dirt that comes with it
Maybe it’s looking at the sky
And not seeing anything
But knowing there is something out there greater than me
Greater than all of us

Or perhaps it’s the melted strawberry ice cream
Sizzling on the hot Texas concrete
It never stood a chance against the baking ground
Burned soles and red undertones surround
Beat faces that resemble stove tops
Dripping like a nimbostratus with a forecast of rain

Or possibly the contrary
Cold wind that stings like fever
Sandpaper skin and shiny eyes
Coal and carrots and sticks stuck in some snow
Slipping on frozen grass and laughing about it
Despite your wet pockets and torn seams

It might be the way bluebonnets blanket fields
Like weeds in season
Or how lightning reaches out
Like a hand from the heavens
It could be the fire in the sky
Or butterfly gardens
Maybe the citrus evergreen ripe with abundance
Or how Phusis can always find a way to restore Herself

I don’t know what it is
But suddenly
I want to wake up to the 7:00 a.m.
I want my belly to ache with the fullness life offers
I want to consume it
All of it
Big mouthfuls that leave my lips sticky and raw
I want to get fat off happiness
And then lose it chasing birds
But most importantly
I want to
live.

Found poem

Faced with the hellish summer, camouflaging and ambushing
it never ends
Another ominous wind would whip up a storm, bringing more than a flurry into their home. Colored embers, red and yellow, drift down.
In the night, carved pumpkins and a bereaved autumn loom. Deep in the shadows, roaches encroach.
a whiskey-breath nightmare with malevolent intentions follows her on the trail.
A vigilant presence has kept vigil, guarding children who run swiftly through thickets.
like a bright angel, a bird seeking the sun.
So pure of heart, and a thing so rare
It is a sin to kill a mockingbird

Citation: Lee, Harper. To Kill a Mockingbird. New York: Grand Central Publishing, 1960

Unlovable

A field of flowers forms around me,
flowers with colors that I have yet to have seen,
hues untouched by the human eye.
Through the endless pit of petals,
Past pink Camellias, passing Lilies, and Tulips,
I identify your face.
The figure that becomes of you makes me realize

That this is only a dream.

Dates

Girls are mysterious
Their thoughts are delirious
while often serious
Yet their words are still mysterious

In utter confusion, I am left
Over and over just another test
Leaving me Stressed
I merely want to rest
I’m not obsessed, just unrest
I must confess, I would like to go on a date, I might overdress
the only right answer is YES