perfect and fragile
tender wink celestial light
the smile’s quest begins
Eugi’s Weekly Challenge
brussel sprouts
pine table size 3 wine toned Mary Jane’s from Roebucks and Sears
chair aged and rubbed faded in all the places Sherlock Holmes would investigate
faded Levi jeans holed at the knees fixed with a Wonder Woman patch
Tupperware plate off beat psychedelic green and she sipped her hootch from fine bone China
blue eyes to me liver and onions gold chains on her cleavage and one scrambled egg on her rye toast and butter
Starsky and Hutch were fixin’ to start and those damned brussel sprouts between me and the screen
then the neighbor comes by and they both lose their minds over some CBS scandal
now is my chance i run to the trash flip up the flap and in goes the midget cabbage
and i watched my whole show practiced the Huggy Bear victory stroll while celebrating my four year old courage
demander au ciel bleu
when my mind was little
the skyscrapers were tall
God was big too
the streets were filled
with faces strong that walked alone in my drowning dreams
the functions of my body not under my control
and when the body seasoned into what men had sought
it was as if a flock of doves had scattered from my soul
the moon was maiden too long before my birth and then was trampled on her light fallen from its grace
but today i read about a boy and trees his looking for the life that did live underneath
the soil of creation and where someday i will be
looking at the captivating blue glass crystal skies waiting for His words
🌠thanks to my friend Stephen @ https://fullbeardlit.org/2020/04/08/along-this-path-a-five-oclock-poem-by-stephen-fuller-with-audio for inspiring this offering
wine
sweet age she nestles between the folds of my skin
the blurred mirror tells my tales
eyes dark yellow swamp colored crystalline with dew
tears they have emotion encoded through the years
my lips pucker and it’s my grandmother who i see eye brows raised a little my mother stares at me
and when the scrutiny of French soap is through only a jaundiced blush peeks on my face
reminders of past lovers’ livid strikes
youth you silly delirium pills spirits powders and glues substitutes for reality during a time when lies were truths
aged lady time i have always loved you a dumb girl Don Juan begging for you be merciful old girl my bones are soft and wine however fine was rarely a comfort
this hill of mine beloved of Fante and i oh do you remember the sliding down rolling banshees trust fund empties
ah i talk too much i have been dying since Eve’s creation was not being born the original abomination
time please cloak that mirror i don’t want to be trapped in my memory of wiping bloody sorrow from my face and from the face of my mothers
time can i ever forgive myself
after the X show
the soft cool feather strokes of breeze fingered through my shaggy tangled hair teasing out a kaleidoscope of red highlights
the muddy booted covered feet carried my dirty denim wrapped carcass through the termite riddled door into his wool upholstered army cot where he kept 3 golf clubs
we kissed wildly like two beasts on the savannah interlocked in that battle to the death right before they cut to the Mutual of Omaha commercial
love i wondered as he pawed at me what was it while his teeth searched for my young girl bits
it wasn’t like the movies nor was there flirtation or sexy anticipation like in Bei Mir Bistu Shein
then he stopped my eyes still closed and my tongue lapping in the dark
i need a cigarette he whispered can i bum one i rasped
what is love do you think i dealt out my rhetorical grunts
an almost neon silhouette of his broad shoulders shrugged against the poker faced moon
words less spoken 