Long Fever Poems
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"Soul"
In the place
where there was a gap
between the pines,
a war game went wrong.
they say,
the satellites
set it off, the intelligence
was corrupt,
putting golf balls,
off planet.
the wrong time
the wrong hole.
trigger finger
took out another soul;
all over a small island
like coverts, take out a child;
everyone called in,
a free fight for all
flying monkeys fever pitch
there goes your world.
triage
didn’t help at all.
the mother load
of shrapnel
the sitting
helpless,
watching all
the satellites,
flimsy debris
like dominoes
all fall.
in the dark times,
anxiety
won
over
appalled.
trigger finger
took out another soul;
all over a small island
like coverts take out a child,
everyone called in,
a free fight for all
flying monkeys fever pitch
there goes your world.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
it did not knock.
it poured through the cracks—
in dreams,
in fever,
in the silence between my inhale
and forgetting.
i didn’t summon it.
didn’t pray.
didn’t kneel beside any sacred thing.
but something sacred knelt inside me.
without warning.
without language.
without mercy.
it came wrapped in ash and static.
my ears rang for three days.
my limbs forgot gravity.
my mouth opened
and nothing human came out.
i thought it was madness.
who else speaks in a language made of shadow and silver?
who else writes their name across your spine
in molten syllables that blister
and bless you at the same time?
i told no one.
not when the wind called me by my name,
or when clocks began to stutter
at my every glance.
i saw feathers in my soup,
salt forming symbols on my thighs,
eyes in mirrors that blinked when i did not.
my heartbeat no longer belonged to my body.
it belonged to something older.
something watching.
i wept in a supermarket aisle
because the oranges glowed like lost suns.
because the cashier had the voice
of my great-grandmother
even though she was barely twenty.
because i could feel the ache of every fruit
picked too early.
is this what prophets felt?
not holy—
but hunted
by light too wild to hold.
i wanted to run.
to scrape the stars off my skin.
to sleep without dreaming.
but you cannot close the door
once the veil lifts.
i was touched by spirit
not gently—
but like a storm that mistook my bones for a bell.
it rang me until i remembered
i was not flesh alone.
i was veil.
i was vessel.
i was volcano.
i was every scream the earth had swallowed
in women who were burned for hearing too much.
it stripped me of logic,
of maps,
of language.
left me naked in the forest of myself
where no compass worked.
only instinct.
only breath.
only the hum that lived beneath my ribs
and now spoke back.
and whether it was fiction or fact—
i no longer cared.
the stars in my blood said yes.
the moon inside my mouth
said remember.
the fire in my marrow said
that i was never just human.
And that
was enough.
Probably not my first battleground with this nasty bug
Still haven't tested positive after many attempts
But I know I have it now
False negatives or perhaps it's just my luck
I'm still kicking my way thru it, and I trust that none of you
Want to take this cross from me
But feel free
Grandma's got it too, that's my mom
Always taking care of us all no matter what the cost
Bless her soul
Hope all those vain vaccinations were worth it
So far so good . . . still here in the hood
No 911 calls yet but she says keep it on hold
This aint no ordinary cold
It reaches deep down and taints the soul
I feel for all the dead before me
Now is my chance to dance with this devil
Giving me night sweats and a backwards fever
I feel soooo cold like I could die
Really makes me feel that mortal mold
With an electric cord protruding from the back of my skull
Don't unplug me yet
I still have some more poems to write
Is tonight the night
I aint afraid
Jesus has my back
My faith is intact
He says Our Father forgives me when it's not
So, I say a few Our Fathers and struggle through some Hail Marys
(It's been a while since I've said those. Threw out my Rosary years ago)
I've walked thru so many Church doors that you'd think me a swinger
But I'm a deadringer for what is real
Ringing the dinner bell Ding Ding Ding Ding Dong!
What's wrong with me Lord, why'd you make me this way?
Extra toes and thumbs, kinda seems dumb
I think I would have been better off with an extra brain
Perhaps then I'da been a bit more sane
Less of a pain
More like everyone else like anyone else would care
I dare to overthrow tyranny and jerks
With a glare of my obvious godlike good looks.
I must get that from you, my Lord
Thanks for being there for me thru all these years
Putting up with all my failures and doubts and bad poetry
And to anyone else reading this malarky
Thanks for sharing!
I think I'm going to go now
And visit the porcelain thrown
For a while.
Your lies are strong like coffee grounds, but I can't grind them up small enough to make them go down smooth
Your presence is becoming more like unexpected coffee stains
Unsightly, unwanted, unbearable, unstable
The heat burns but your toxicity made me immune to the strongest poison
When you look at me in the eyes you look past me, and I see you trying to pronounce the words in a way that seems believable
When you leave for work don't you know the lies stay sitting next to me as my mind undresses every plot twist
Ready to predict your retort when I call you out on your bull...
When you look at me my empathy sees your brokenness
So, I try to pick up the pieces in hopes that you'll be able to carry yourself the rest of the way
When you look at me my heart throws up, I'm disgusted at myself
I'm angry that I allowed myself to still be here
I'm running a fever because you still don't get it
And I just smile through it like everything is fine
When my reality is always dark outside because I swallowed the sun to keep your secrets
And I've buried myself deep in the abyss of lies so it's hard to see a way out
So, I'll just continue to get the morning coffee ready
Because for a split second the sweet aroma takes away the sour situation
p.s. is it possible for the moon to smile like the sun...
Suffocate this monster come,
Come!
Touch me, inhabit me,
Protect me like a precious wine.
Kiss me, breathe me,
Hold me tight.
What I would not endure, to travel the length your body one more time.
I would drown in waves that come to cool this fever that I have for you.
I stand naked on icebergs,
your gaze warms me like the sun.
If my pain were blood it would flood the rivers
It would stain mountain peaks,
I soar over the mountains, the lakes, the seas, the moon,
searching,
longing,
Hungry for your eyes.
Breathe love into me one more time.
I give the sea my tears to drink
Tears from my cheeks like raindrops falling
It is raining in my heart,
My tears are the ink with which I write.
Suffocate this monster come,
cover me like the sand covers the beaches,
Keep me warm.
Love’s violent thunderstorm,
Has left me numb.
Scatter your kisses soft and warm.
Strange recipe of fate
It takes me on a journey.
I am surrounded by nothingness
Electric atmosphere
the silence speaks
Nostalgic for your eyes.
Suffocate this monster, come.
Starve a fever, feed a cold
Oh what's the use! Achoo!
All the Kleenex in the world
Will not undo this flu
Chicken soup, Vick's Vapor Rub
Capsules, gels and cream
All of Grandma's herbs and spice
With tons and tons of steam
I can't recline, I can't lie down
My septum's full again
My ears are clogged my throat is raw
I just don't know till when!
I guess I'll shiver till I sweat
Or sweat until I'm cold
Or call a friend or eat some toast
Or something much more bold!
I'll stop the moaning stop the pity
Complaining's oh so cheap
When I stop to think of it........
It just makes sense... to sleep!
I'm like a Vulcan when you aren't around -
logical, distant, evaluating you
like a product with my friends,
the consumer with a lifetime of buying.
But near you I'm a prisoner
of some consciousness independent of thought,
like a fever or the dreamer,
with the merest semblance of control.
You are light and loose, hair like Spanish moss
and skin like cedar resin, all laughter and agonizing beauty.
The way you lean across the table I only think of kissing you.
I'm sure at times it must show,
like a red stain on a white dress
or some inconvenient ********..
You have some license on me,
a key to a place in me I keep hidden and close,
you fit some interior template of desire.
What good is freedom if I can't tell you?
Oh, The ragged vagaries of loves games.
1000 emotions and I am deserted
to silence by some rule of thumb -
by a faltering consumer confidence
or some feeling of inward nakedness -
when all I want in the world is an open kiss
or to give you an intimate scented something...
“Go BANG!”
"Is that a gun in your pocket?"
She said
"Careful, I recommend
you need to be undercover,
and soon, call it Espionage M
You’re so disjointed
It's exasperating
but endearing"
He said
"Danger is Your Middle Name
You’ve been decoded!"
She said
"But rest easy, so far
not defrocked
We need you triggering
pistols, and playing
Russian Roulette
and Shuttle Cock -
it will assist me
if your outcome is
alive not dead"
He said
"Dear Badminton,
Is that the same as
being decrypted in bed?
Of course, if you prefer,
we could -
tread water naked
with sharks instead"
She said
"I love it when you
split hairs over slang
Special Agent,
leave the Latin for Corsica,
Confessions remain
secrets left unsaid -
Let’s go vesper
riding full monty
with the high priests of
soliloquy instead...
By the way, you failed to
answer my question -
Is that a gun in your pocket?"
She said
He said
"Come here and pull
the trigger, it’s a
lethal weapon
consider it a
suave kind of
special Agent thing...
Your mission, dearest Cabin Fever"
he pushed the envelope towards her,
"should you so wish to proceed here…."
"Go BANG!"
She said
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Go Bang" / PNAU
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"Chameleon / PNAU
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"Chameleon" / PNA
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"Go Bang" / PNA
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Little Johnny came home from school with a bellyache
Naturally Mom feared the most recent local outbreak
Johnnie thankfully had no fever, she suspected it might be a fake
But strange and most bizarre Johnnie had no appetite for steak
Or even for his ultimate favourite strawberry shortcake
The next morning Johnnie barely could awake
Didn’t want to go to school because of a backache
Mom thought the cure might just be a nice big pancake
Or maybe the warm chocolate muffins that she’d bake
But Johnnie just wanted to curl up with his pet rattlesnake
In the afternoon, when Little Johnny mentioned a toothache
Mom reached for the thermometer in case the first time was a mistake
She sent Johnnie for a nap and sat pensive as she took her coffee break
Out the window she saw askew the mounds of leaves to rake
She got up and tiptoed up the stairs to see what was at stake
She found Johnny pouting wide-eyed and awake
As she extended to him a warm loving handshake
In her heart she felt a sudden jolt of earthquake
Poor Little Johnny was growing up at double take
And suffering acutely from his very first heartbreak
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
4.
The Slippage
All through the night of the day when the madness began
Fever comes to visit me.
In bed immobile,
Sheets dampen beneath my filthy hair
Shivering/Burning Shivering/Burning
The night creeps on towards dawn
No sleep precedes it.
When at last it comes,
It marks the point at which
Breathing becomes my sole occupation
Tests define my days
I and the medical machines
Begin to merge.
New lines are attached daily;
Monitors, nutrients, fluids, blood.
In all directions they flow from me
Until my metal caretakers and I are so interconnected
That spongebathing becomes choreography.
Meanwhile, outside
Invisible killers roam at will,
Dealing death and wounds
Then moving on, like clouds across the sun.
A siege mentality settles over the entire area
The shadow of sudden, random death passes over all.
My personal shadow lies upon my lungs,
Quietly, steadily, pressing away my breath.
The tests go on and on and on
Blood is drawn 'til veins begin collapsing
I feel like a prisoner of the Inquisition,
Sustained solely by the spirit of those
Good fortune makes my own:
Wife, Children, Parents, Friends
- All the best reasons, in short, to live -
Never fail to help bear me up,
Feeding me the honor of their concern.
They fan me when I burn,
Warm me as I shake with cold,
Remind me of all the good
Awaiting my return.
Then at last there fell the evil day
When they moved me back to the higher ward,
The place from which one usually does not return,
Chills washing me like Arctic waters,
Shaking like an epileptic
Fighting the mounting panic
As I gasp shallow breaths
Like a fish hauled aground.
Since that time I've seen it claimed
That suffocation brings the kindest death.
Whoever wrote that
Had a strange view of kindness.
There followed a hard night of fear and confusion
That passed into a dawn I never saw nor felt.
At some undefined hour they wheel me back to Intensive,
As Gulliver's god slides off the wall ....
And everything comes to full stop.