Please be informed that I knock on everyone's door..
I will enter your home or space whether or not you
Open to me. Some of you will willingly allow me
To move in and live with you indefinitely.
The best and the strongest among you will
Acknowledge my reality but will never give me
A continual dwelling place.
My name is GRIFE.
My boy and I hung over the Elk Rapids dam railing
Shirtless
With lines swung in the churning water
The iron hum of turbines rattling through our elbows
He lands a nice Crappie
And as he rescues the bass
He looks not at his dad
Or the helpless fish staring up in horror
But watches to see if the old stern man
Fishing on the other end of the dam
Cigar crowbarred to the crease of his mouth
Might take a look
But no
He doesn’t as much glance over
To see the catch by my long-haired CEO
With his 20,000 Instagram followers
And when we step past the guy
And over his pole and tackle box
Not even then
Does he grunt nice fish nor nod good day
His leeches keeps him free of snags
That much is true of his local secrets
But we used worms and had a big day.
INTRUDERS
She brought with her a bus queue of troubles,
All waiting for a place in the warm dry seats of my ears:
They trampled my quiet like Mexican spurs,
Insistently prodding me to respond to her fears,
Ringing my stop bell, dropping ticket stubs
Under the seats where a brush won’t sweep
And a mop never rubs.
9 April 2021
dog
sings the blues
cat in yard
There's something scary
Happening in this place.
I must be very wary,
And not leave a trace.
There are beings here
That just don't belong
They feel unnaturally *****,
So strange, so wrong.
It took so long to adjust
Each layer as filth accrues.
Centuries of cobwebs, dust,
Slimes, molds and mildews.
I spooked a bit their dogs and cats,
And made their youngest scream.
I tried to scare the other brats;
Mother said "just a bad dream".
I've tried wailing and keening,
But they just won't let me be!
They just won't stop cleaning, Cleaning, CLEANING
Until there's nothing left of me.
20190113
In the wet clash of tongues,
Bent to each others desire,
Open mouth in the simple fun,
We breathe our power on life.
Intoxicated lip crushes,
Desirous of each other,
In sequestered frolic grips;
Forms vocals in intoned cries:
Wish for the kinkiest function;
And surveys high performance?
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