A Man Sits in the Room – 4

A man sits in the room.

He’s still just staring at the wall. Like a rat in a cage. All he does is sleep, shit, and nibble absentmindedly at the plates we give him. He pushes that pen from page to page like they were his claws, tearing through newspaper just because, even if he doesn’t get anywhere.

But what do I know? I just bring the water and make sure his inkwell never runs dry. I ain’t like you, who waltzes in here without a care in the world, takes two looks at a sheet of numbers, and runs back to wherever it is you came from.

I yelled at him the other day just to see what would happen. It shocked him right out of his writing. He jumped with such a start that he knocked over the ink and it spread across the pages like a slow, creeping disease.

I’d apologize for ruining his notebook, but it’s not like he’d written anything important there. You might have been able to piece out three or four words in that heap of scratched out pages.

Maybe next time you’ll get him some non-spill ink or something. Go on, get out. Let me know what your seniors think about his wild antics. It isn’t like I’m going anywhere.

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Hello there! This is part 4. See part 1, part 2, and part 3.

 

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LOVE POEM #125 – Riposte

Riposte

 

Just as, when two steel blades clash,

a ring will echo through the night

so that people must turn their heads

to the show of blood and metal,

 

so did I see our shouting turn

the firm gaze of our spectators

to our Coliseum of words

as we parried and riposted.

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Cur – A Poem

MAN! 2018 was a hard year. While I can’t help but hope for humanity in 2019, 2018 seems to have left the world weary and beaten. Hence this poem.

 

Cur

 

How quick the yips of the young pup

curdled like milk in the hot sun.

Only the drowsy moans that poured

in sour chunks from his white mouth

recalled the sweet taste of his youth.

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Catniss (and Other Haikus)

Restraint

I swallowed the spit

that’s been sitting on my tongue

since I spotted you.

 

Out of the Shower

Shivers rip through me

as I slide back the glass door

and the steam slips out.

 

Khaleesi

The snow in your hair

reflects the sunlit smile

of your scorching heart.

 

Obsession

The lights have gone off,

my eyes have shut out the stars

but still I see you.

 

Catniss

She springs from the bed

like an arrow from a bow,

but lands in silence.

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Ghost Dog (and Other Haikus)

Trick-or-Treat

Open palmed children

come crawling up to the door

ravenous for sweets.

 

Painkillers

A pair of blue pills

cocked back in my clammy palms;

shaking on my lips.

 

Screaming into a Jar

The glass on his lips

swallows the words as he yells

‘til they sound like hums.

 

Punch

Hot blood in my hands

feels like a molten sword

begging to be swung.

 

Ghost Dog

His round, button nose

is covered by the white sheet

while his feet peek out.

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LOVE POEM #115 – A Lighter

Lighter

 

As sparks from a lighter will fly

when fingers scrape against the flint

then ignite, like the morning light

when the fiery steeds escaped,

 

so do you stoke those spoken flames;

your thumb held tight to my button

‘til your cigarette starts to smoke

and in the ash you taste release.

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Dog Sees a Light (and Other Haikus)

Fish

The scaly grey fish

soar over my sunbaked head

on the summer lake.

 

Head Down

A fatigued moment

with fried eyes shut tight like gates

against my forearm.

 

Left

Out on the doorstep

with a draught of frigid air

and a full suitcase.

 

Vampire

At least then I’d die

when you stabbed me in the heart

with your stake of lies.

 

Dog Sees a Light

All his muscles tense

as the tiny light flashes

against the brick wall.

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The Red Eye – A Poem

Hey there, I took a break from the music series this week to write a poem that’s been nagging me since I woke up.

 

The Red Eye

 

From the windows of the wet plane

I see a white bird migrating

away from its spring time meadows

in the sanctity of midnight.

 

I wonder if it, too, wields

the fire of a red dragon

waiting for its feathers to burn

to a set of bloody scales.

 

I wonder if its heavy wings

are waiting for the chance to spread

or if its watery brow steams

beneath the hard rains of the storm

 

and from my small leather backed seat

confined to sit with the people

who looked for their peace in the sky

I wonder why he doesn’t dive to safety.

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Cat on the Counter (and Other Haikus)

Bottles

Upturned on tables

and left abandoned on shelves

dripping their last drops.

 

Sink

The silver spoon slipped

back into the dish water,

rippling in waves.

 

Hostile

I don’t mind glaring

when I see them glance my way

from their car windows.

 

Pocket Coins

A couple of coins

jingling in my jacket

while reaching for keys.

 

Cat on the Counter

The cup’s a goner,

along with the today’s paper,

‘cause he pawed them both.

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Door Dog (and Other Haikus)

Release

A breath like fire

flows as steam through my nostrils

until the heat fades.

 

Crush

A hundred heartbeats

crammed into half a second

marks when I see you.

 

Too Much Reading

All the words seem blurred;

the ink blended like black rain

bathing a blank page.

 

Breakable

Hollow and heart shaped

forged in a hearth just for you.

Please handle with care.

 

Door Dog

He waits by the door

hoping that I will take him

or he will stop me.

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