My chakras burnt out
today while having a jog.
My busted headlight.
My chakras burnt out
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 28, 2016
She is part of this swamp, folded in, pressed down, movement beneath the black mud.
Time lives differently here choking on the black hole water all day
and all night. She is always there on the other side of the portal
waiting to smell your heart through your legs as you forget what time it is
because the sun abandons this place earlier than what time your watch
says. She is the time traveler under the water watching your breathing.
She has caught faster ones than you, and choked their bones out at cypress feet.
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 27, 2016
hair tie magician
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 26, 2016
She oftentimes regrets that day
that her slipper slid off- the day
that fast forwarded her into a stuffy
boring marriage. Or maybe it’s not even
that. Maybe she regrets meeting the
other Prince after that. Well, he wasn’t
really a Prince, but a bard, but he
made her feel things she never
felt before delivered by sweet and twisted
chorus lines. He was a trickster
in purple and seemed to be from
another planet and another time.
Well, he did tell her he was from
1999, while he fingered the lute
with such finesse that she barely
laughed at his passing joke.
She would find her own fingers later
in the cover of the night after her
husband resigned himself to his bed.
He was confused by her insistence of
wearing pants and shearing her locks.
She looked like a boy after all, now.
All she would say is that she was
waiting for the purple rain to come again.
Inspired by prompt here: http://magalyguerrero.com/beyond-the-ever-after-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-11/ which was to ” Write a poem that describes what happened beyond one of the following “happily ever afters”. Yes, my Luvs, I want to know what came to pass after the ending.
“Jack and the Beanstalk”
“The Little Mermaid”
“Little Red Riding Hood”
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 25, 2016
She often lost her vital fluids
in lachrymal seas down her
face with drops pendent from the
tip of her nose, dropping onto
She would find her way out of her
cataplexy finally, wander into
the kitchen and find her sequestered
glass on the muculent countertop.
She would make a subdulcid lemon
drink to drown her stomach
and bear the progeniture of her cyclic
sadness once again.
And she would forget about the lemon estrepement
piling up in the kitchen, against
windows and walls.
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 24, 2016
I want to sip starfish and coffee with you
with cream and sugar while we dip
our feet off the morning balcony
waiting for the sun to anchor us;
black sweat from the heat of the night
tumbling in our hair- sticky like jelly
fish fingers feeling the fabric of the sheets.
Breakfast can wait, the morning papers
can also wait, but the
coffee can’t, and the kiss can’t.
Take me with you in your little red
corvette soft and wet on the seats
lost in pretzel body logic.
(There are Prince song titles throughout this poem)
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 23, 2016
Her body lies there mottled and bruised by
bottles and trash heaped over her
mounds that once offered sustenance.
Our forgotten mother- we have sold
her out for our quick addictions
to cheap blood spilling out
everywhere into the cracks.
She is hooded and glowing
sickly under the eyes
as her veins are exposed and open
to the forced injections of the junk
we are holding her hostage to.
But Mother is ferocious
waking up from these induced comas
from time to time;
blood backflowing out, boiling
while she rages and tries to shake
off the sickness and our addictions.
Fighting the shakes is hard, and
sometimes we need to let her shake
it all out.
Inspired by prompt over here: http://magalyguerrero.com/on-her-day-gaia-wails-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-10/ to: “Write a poem from the point of view of Gaia; focus on pollution, natural resource depletion, climate change, loss of bio-diversity, deforestation”
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 22, 2016
Stale french bread
with moldy crust feeding
the roaches in the cupboards.
A treasure chest buried
underneath tons of mud
with fool’s gold inside.
A whale beached on a
highway, guts everywhere
with traffic stranded for hours.
It didn’t used to be that way.
It used to be a fire
raging through a night
An aloe plant surviving
the harshest soil and
growing despite being cut.
A favorite song that you
play on repeat every day
smiling for what seems like forever.
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 21, 2016
Lona strokes Nini
shoulder down to tail; rhythmic
paths retelling her love
for her Nini. Strokes that
found scales, ligneous, and
weak- falling, floating away
with the currents. She pretends
not to notice, hums in Nini’s
ear, patiently works out the seaweed
woven through her now lank barbed locks.
A certain kind of sea sickness
taking her Nini slowly away from her.
Lona could feel the loneliness
seeping into her; unfiltered, already,
nibbling chunks of heart like a piranha.
She whispered to Nini they would have
many more moons together. This she vowed.
Come twilight, and Lona is feigning the flailing.
The man on the beach
sees the girl with the beautiful hair drowning.
Now he’s the one drowning in her hair.
She is lucky with her catch today.
He has big beautiful bones.
Nini weakly sucks the morrow out of his walking bone; she
can now swim a little while longer.
This is inspired by the prompt here: http://magalyguerrero.com/legendary-beings-in-love-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-9/ which is Legendary beings in love.
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 20, 2016
Don’t look at any faces; the mirrored
walls give perfect opportunity to
fix your hair 80’s style in distorted mode as
you can then mumble to yourself fumbling
around in your purse or pockets, put
hand to ear pretending to make a phone
call to your mother and you fake ask
her if she managed to heat up her
macaroni and cheese without blowing up
her microwave this time, and you sound real
concerned. Peripheral vision tells you that the
person/thing in the elevator with you
(you don’t know who is in the elevator with
you because you haven’t looked at them yet)
is nodding a head shaped thing, and now
you’re fumbling with your jeans and unzip
them and zip them. Nobody is going
to talk to you at this point.
Just don’t get stuck in an elevator; people
will talk to anybody then.
Posted by tea parties on neptune on April 19, 2016