Your Angel

 In a curio shop you bought a small angel.

The first thing the two of you did was to eat each other's hearts,

Hospital or cemetery? I asked, wiping spatter off my sleeve.

We have a nest inside Danielle Steele's blastoma, you said.

Take us there. 

Little soft-spoken angel, my partner's darling

breaks playmate's noses when things don't go right. 

There is the law, and there is what is clearly sick and wrong.

The two of you swing on a blade between the two.

Brilliant Ideas, you get them by the bushelful.

Marriage, madness, ill-advised rambles, and your angel

smashing the crucifixes.

Yes, I tried setting her on fire but your tears put her out.

It is her nature to be unnatural. It is mine to try to survive.

Dawn breaks. The neighbor's rooster kills itself. The sun lists.

What about our family, you ask? I scream, I want a divorce!

You smile and it shatters the Hummels like a cheekbone.

_______________

Sylvia

 

The doorbell rang.

My pet rooster

George Washington Crower 

objected loudly.

Who's that knocking at my door

who's that knocking at my door

who's that knocking at my door

cried the ...  well, me at any rate. 

There, standing on tippy toes

trying to get a grip 

to climb in through the transom

was some dude.

I said hey there aardvark face,

monkey fingers 

jumpin' Jack trash Houdini,

what gives?

He say, I am here on behalf

of the half serious jolly jokers club

and we are having 

a half off sale. 

With that he tore off one shoe,

a trouser leg,

and one sleeve,

then bowed to the ring camera.

Straightening, he recited,

Who is Sylivia, what is she

that all our swains commend her?

I said that's cute, she is me, and all your swains can't mend her.

I am an antique,

an ancient wreck

a Hesperus on the rocks of bad poetry

but he climbed through the milk chute

quite dashing in his half-suit.

and won my favor with his drollery. 

______

for Word Garden Word List--Enter the Aardvark.

Music: Lazy Larry Barnacle Bill the Sailor

Word Garden Word List--Enter the Aardvark

 

Hello my oddball animals! Welcome to this week's Word List! Our source this time is a novel by Jessica Anthony, entitled Enter the Aardvark. The blurb says it is about a sexually confused political candidate who receives a taxidermied aardvark and must get rid of it before it ruins him. Yeah, I don't either, but it sounds fun. It was sitting here on my shelf waiting to be read and waits still.

However, it gets to provide words for our List! What we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new original poem of our own. Then just link up, visit others, and then run for office and hope like heck that no one sends you a taxidermied aardvark that can sink your career! This prompt remains active through Sunday. 

And now, your List!

aardvark

antique

billionaire

chalky

doorbell

expects

glass

globe

joke

jolly

malaise

obediently

proceeds

sheepish

shellac

staffers

tedium

text

tippy toes

vapors

Soon

 

It's August and the cool spell is over.

Days heat up like love coming back

but you know this lover

and they be like that.

The walnut leaves look tired and dry

like an old washer woman's skin.

The tree's still lovely as the sun climbs high

but no May morning beauty again.

August and the flies on the screen

are in afternoon as crickets are to the summer moon.

I'm tired of tying my hair back and watching shadows lean;

let the smokey tang of autumn bring my first love back--soon!

______________

for What's Going On? ("August")

And don't forget that the Word List is still active through Sunday!

The Mournful Crow

 

Waterfall, Sierra Madre, Philippines

If you want to find God, you can go by rail

or catch a jeepney, repaired a thousand times

and driven by a madman with a rosary on the mirror.

Tell him you seek the Divine and be certain

that he does not misconstrue your meaning.

You go down General Luna street to the place

where the Moon and Mars both must bow

to the great glittering of the Creator's face.

When you arrive, look for the Indian Laurel tree

where a crow has come down the backbone

of the Sierra Madre to wait here for you.

He knows you have lost much, your child, your home. 

The Sierra Madre crow can offer only baubles,

still-warm bits of pan desal bread, and his wise mein.

He is here, like the church of San Agustin,

as mournful as the Christ, as wounded, as kind.

Go inside, where adobe bricks contain time itself,

and the Spanish artifacts reconcile gold with rust.

There you will find Dibella, Alberoni, majesty and peace.

Outside, the kind crow, the Philippine sky, the laurel trees.

__________

Written for Word Garden Word List--Full Dark, No Stars. When I was 20 or 21, I visited San Agustin Church in Manila. If there is a place in the world that is truly God's House, then San Agustin must surely be it. 

Music: Kate Bush This Woman's Work 

Word Garden Word List--Full Dark, No Stars

 

Hello my late-summer flowers! Speaking for myself, I am delighted to see August turn to its latter days and the temperature turn cooler. I am ready for pumpkins and witches! Okay, so I am rushing things, and depending on where you are you may be longing for spring instead. No matter! Our source this week comes from that master of the macabre, Stephen King!

I have chosen his 4-story collection Full Dark, No Stars. It's a good one, though--as the title suggests--dark as can be. Your poems need not be dark unless you want them to be, though!

What we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new, original poem of our own. Then simply link up, visit others, and then relax until you hear something strange rattling in the closet or at your window in the night. Bwahahaha! This prompt remains active through Sunday. 

And now, your List!

Care Bears

crow

faded

flummoxed

funny

gingerly

hidey-hole

hucksters

lemonade

magazines

mournful

oak

overhead

possible

potions

pretty

snared

washing

wedding

wounded

Have fun!

Pardon My Doggerel

 

I never met Gregory Corso

but his words were Gasoline

to the engine of my mind.

I did meet Allen Ginsberg once.

He signed the books

whose Howl had assuaged my loneliness. 

Here is a picture of the two of them,

another random human,

and a dog.

The tv is silent, cowed by the presence

of such vagabond intensity.

Corso shares a sandwich as if it were a chapbook.

Whitman said that not one animal is respectable.

Neither are poets, but they understand appetite

for food, for love, for being here now.

Come closer. I will shed a poem on you and make a mess,

then smile as if I had done something fine

to the engine of your mind

to assuage your loneliness.

I will do for you as these others have done for me,

off the leash and across the page

down through all the days of my life. 

_______

for What's Going On? "It's Raining cats & Dogs."

Music: Jennifer Warnes and Leonard Cohen Song of Bernadette