Cupcake Tea

I
place the
tea
cup over the dead fly.
That’s art,
laziness at its peak,
it’s also
showing off the
kill,
or keeping
it
for later,
i’m not sure which.
Maybe it’s
a
bear, protecting
its kill.
Do bears do that
sort of thing?
The tea,
is blackberry
infused
with vanilla,
no caffeine-
so i’m
no
bear.

Just a guy writing a poem about his cup of blueberry
i
mean blackberry,
cupcake tea.

Regarding Your Worry…….

put my teeth away
in the
apron
let me bake you
a
conversation
I’ll add a house
on for your
generation
leave tea on
the back
burner
carnation on the
back porch
behind you in
the
cupboard
Write me after
I leave
strawberries need
picking
things are still
this
simple……

Yellows, Orange, Browns……bouncing, flicker off eggshell walls

Constant
flame
kitchen stove
pot of tea
back burner
The safety in
light
flickering – warmth
Full
cupboards
you -.,
curled up in chair
in warm
livingroom
shadows

A red flame, an orange fern

sometimes i am a blue flame

a full tree
a candle
or an entire forest
sometimes i am
hidden
or hiding
-treehouse in
bare tree limbs
black as night
or
brown as earth
i have been a
butterfly upside
down
a lost feather

red flame

tall quill to ink your
papers
i can be full view
but still crouching
or fern, or fiddle head
unfurling
i can be an egg
barbed wire
a birds nest
or plainly smooth frontier

white flame

i am
how everything else
feels
not by your hands
but by my
entirety

clear flame

The Dish Towel

dishes
double sink
wash and drip dry
dish towel to
cover up the cleanliness

the towel is

pink
green
yellow
center’d grey
based in white

my grandmothers

i am caught for a moment
between two worlds

NO

not tWo worlds

tWo generations

my grandmOther(s)
and
my mOther(s)

i feel them both
in the moment
a passing of hands
you
might say

i see my Grandmother in
my Mother
and my motheR in
heR

my childhood passes
between

both

homes

aNd decades

Somewhere lost

arE all 3 of us

founD somewhere

arE all 3 as well

VQA

wine Drips chin
dRiBbLe
Bare – shOwer – skin
I
am
drunk
cherry – sEEds – hard
left
to – Right – cLavicLe
before frost
late – AuTumn – cellar
dinner
plates
candle – gLaSS – clink
to
your beauty

Dear Mike, Dear Ren

6 bean chili
through the eye of
a needle
crashing with
socket wrenches
on garage floor
heated by
the natural fire
of a Madoc
tree line

Imodium

ready for left lovers
to pick up wife from
VIA
warm up the meal
and try for round
2
wishing for
paprika
with a shot glass
of pepto
a water glass
ready
for the salvation
of alka’s
and remembering
after forgetting
night before

to say thanks

for both tools and meal

Wednesday Morning

morning bird fleeing
the bare clothes line
dripping odd
drips early
tall grass caught
at the fence line
weaving through
before the cows,
touch of breeze
coffee in the
house on
table – cups
that pass a generation
spilling drops on the wooden
floor adding to the
natural stains in
age,
sunlight trying
through the windows
while we smile
biting into toast
crumbs on the
tea plates
while the pot
steeps day long
on the back stove –
hot vs the cold
autumn morning
warm in the
still- green-grass-of-love
before the frost
,after the
frost

the truth about pumpkins

the happy pumpkin in
pumpkin patch
the happy child plucks
the vine

the happy pumpkin on
kitchen table
the happy child with
the knife

the worried pumpkin on
table
the cautious parent grabs
the knife

the happy pumpkin
the crying child
the parent plunges in the
knife

the screaming pumpkin
the giggling child
the parent working up
a sweat

the digging
the clawing
the scooping out of
the heart

his seeds he sees
while roasting in
the oven fire

the dying pumpkin
the clapping child
the parent wiping brow

the candle placed
these new eyes lit
the child feasting on
oven seeds

the dead pumpkin with
candle for soul
the happy child with
a cape for treats

the wandering spirits
the waxy glow
the pumpkin shell
asleep this hallow eve…..

(short happy dark poems, for WEIRD kids……a series)