Point to your face. To your content.
To your sponsored content & ad space.
Describe your privacy settings
as a family gathering. What
is stacked upon the dryer? Who
is upstairs for a lie-down?
Your friend and you are catching up
when they ask you for your ticket.
You still mad about the fees?
What rhymes with your name?
The legendary cat burglar re-enters your room
and pulls up the floor,
New ideas showboat, take a shot, put up,
draw attention to their nethers. Old ideas
tremor, glower, dream of virginity, sip. No idea
worth its salt cowers below deck through weather.
Ideas drink. Ideas gorge. Ideas horde maps.
Ideas lash the truth from one another.
When one confesses, wash its wounds with seawater.
If it gives none, let the rogue fester.
Ideas ink conquests and trauma. Ideas lose limbs,
get hooks and pivot on canes. Some ideas prefer
the company of parrots. No ideas retire.
All ideas leather.
My most recent prompt was pirates, in part because I’m reading Gary Barwin’s Yiddish for Pirates. Expect Yiddish in future poems.
I’ll apologize now for not keeping up a new poem online per day. Some of the poems I’ve written so far have been just too raw to share just yet.
A recommendation, fellow WordPressers: follow Adam Sol’s How a Poem Moves. He updates once a week, giving a wise and considerate read of very good poems. Great resource for anyone looking to either hone their craft, or just deepen their appreciation of poetry.
LIVING IN FAST FORWARD’S HARD
SOMEONE SAYS SOMETHING ALMOST INAUDIBLE
AND NOW—NOW!—WHAT DO YOU THINK? GAH!
THEY’RE ALREADY SAYING SOMETHING ELSE