Long Skidding Poems

WHEN I GOT STABBED

The blade went through my flesh like a knife through melting butter.
Thoughts ran through my head as I bled out, like no more will I see my mother
Anger and rage streamed through...

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“Only girls cry!…Oh, boo hoo!” laughed my brother, (as big brothers often do)
 He had been taunting me, teasing me, heckling me, as I whined, complained.
 Neither of us would have won a prize, for...

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I will turn back the pages of my life to when I was just
a little girl on a bright sunny summer day .  . . 

It was all Teddy Bears idea to take Marmalade...

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I will turn back the pages of my life to when I was just
a little girl on a bright sunny summer day .  . . 

It was all Teddy Bears idea to take Marmalade...

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Part 17

a kitchen drawer filled with throwaway lines
taped across the raw spots
itching festering inquiries eh inspector
asking the unavoidable
if we know how we got here
there's a better chance to know
where the fated flatulence we are going
if...

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GIVE A DOG A BAD NAME

I shouldn't have called my dog 'Todger'
Though it seemed pretty cool at the time
I didn't think it would hurt his feelings
And be honest, it isn't a crime.

We were really good...

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'Twas the Night before Christmas and I must confess,
the year 1987, started out just like all of the rest,
with christmas lights twinkling from everyone's dwelling,
but believe me it was different and far more compelling!'

'I'm Sarah,...

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I've ran the vail several times over 20yrs. But this night is different. This night,I would get 
the experience of my life. Some call me crazy. Well,I must be because I sure wasn't 
expecting what...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 2

act three

in the third act delirious 
the laws of physics etc.
he coughs...

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I see some moose running down the street with antlers sticking out like guns, bursting through the crowd sending people on the run and scavengers flying around the sky landing on power lines beating drums...

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Cont…”Bill Jump in my car it’s closer!”  Bill was just a step behind Brick as they hurdled 
over the tape barrier and raced to Brick’s car.
     “You got it pardner!...

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Walking up uneven sidewalks—
up cracked little hills of pavement,
past dingy apartments
gliding through trailer parks—
rough rails and low fences
skidding my fingertips—
reaching the dampened street.

Through an empty crosswalk
where children once would
wait to pass—
vigilant cross guards leading
laughing kids...

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God’s Saving Grace

Sudden flashes of lights
Brings me out of my fog
    I panic slamming the brake

Still to close
 	I gear down
       Hearing the skidding tiers
 ...

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Ma! He’s Looking At Me! Make him stop! MA! He’s LOOKING at ME!
And so goes life in the early morn. Two ragamuffins, in battle, and angry.
He touched me! He touched me first! He’s looking at...

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No one knows his name…

He is a villain though his back looks pitiful
because he walks with a limp; nevertheless, to hide his complex—one leg is shorter than the other, he bathes with innocent blood and...

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CRAZY  HORSE

My crazy cat's called Crazy Horse;
abandoned at birth, she's a bit different
like calls to like its said.
No mummy to teach catty behaviour,
tiny blue eyes barely open
desperate to live, on discarded cat kibble.

Brought home,...

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How refreshing to experience
     a reprieve from sultry weather
when hazy, hot,
     and humid warm front
     unleashes a very short sweaty tether.

Man hat tin...

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Do I doubt the shiny glass
Which shows the print of time
Around the curve of my mouth and eyes?
Years and years
Of the widespread wings of hope
Folded in the shadows of concern
Caught in the claws of fear
So...

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Matthew Scott Harris, whar art thou spunk?

The following admission
honest to dogness haint no bunk
nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk
his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst more than baptise or dunk
cuff, which admirably aided to flunk,
(whereat...

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I’ve been good for too long,
   my finger 
have become permanently curved
and I growl
     with every other breath
so in order to gain control
I release the beast.

Running into a field
...

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Matthew Scott, Whar Art Thou Spunk?

Nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk
his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst more than baptize or dunk

cuff, which admirably aided to flunk,
(whereat no universal solvent,
could (kant) kelp dissolve barnacles
of sea...

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Floating up
Through the clouds
Disembodied
Here and now
Surreal twilight
As the last rays
Peek 
At the end of our lives
From beneath the horizon

We lived our dreams
Now
We float up
To meet our Lord
We had no idea
That it would come
In the rain...

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Whack! For the 4 o’clock Mondays that leave circles under everyone’s eyes
Along with dry souls sucked clean of kaleidoscope and chaotic color 
Whack! For the deeper alphabet from apples to french fries
Which loom over the...

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well it's obvious by now 13 millennia later
that they don't know who wrote the program
seems to be a mud wrestling match between 
the world of wish and the world of requirement
I always really meant to...

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Outside

Sometimes distant music filters into
night on the back porch, where I swing
near the red geraniums while facing
the fairy lights glowing like fireflies.
Hearing the faraway music reminds me of my relatives’ late night parties,
listening to the...

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