Short Beds Poems
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I check hotel beds
imagine them lurking there
shudder at the word
shorten it to just BBs
the very thought makes me sweat
* Bedbugs
In piss-stained linens
and rented beds
they lay.
Grasping straws
of forgotten places
in time.
Begging the touch
of a spouse
long dead.
Form:
Babble on, Babylon!— The bell is bellowing
Its booming bane! Bastards and baseborn bumblers
Beware, and beg bitterly for better
Birth above! O’ you bashful, bawdry bunch!
I’ve always found a beauty in it
The creases that lay like clumsy limbs
Corners of gowns coming unashamedly away
From the cotton skin
All proud in its off-white softness
In the sunny cottage garden
The hollyhocks thrive
Pleasing to the eye
And loved by the butterflies
Hollyhocks are the eatery
For larvae to thrive
Perpetuating the Painted Lady
Also pleasing to the eye
Form:
Did you know, toasters are tanning beds for bread
Keep coming up with these winners straight from my head
Was one of my best
Even amazed myself
Another is chocolate covered bacon, popularity not widespread
Diminished
but ennobled,
the soldier came home
his two limbs
traded for the
sanctuary
of a deeper peace
Broken
in completeness,
his braces held proud
each battle
medaled
in the memory
—of his finest hour
(The New Room: November, 2021)
Sleeping on air-beds
Awake to nature
Laments and lulling
I search dream chambers
Among hardened sheep
A-raft I float
Sub-con, confab-
Like the low fire-moon
Groaning madly
And now, Sun!
Loving Host,
Bring Breathe back!
Trees swim
Lives glow:
GLOW!
Senquernized like chrome on a cross
Feel the drizzle I just bought a pistol
It’s a crime to call the Laws on me
I got all these squaws on me
They don’t question me when they call me
I take em out to fahls each week
They buy some Nikes to put on my kids feet
Faceless dolls
Ballerinas dance on beds of erect nails
giggling as they cover the bed
in sheets of red
the children watch
wish
wait and dream
to grow out of youth
embrace the numb that comes with wisdom
dance the dance of vague maids
who wear red shoes and perfect braids
the goslings have shed ochre puffs
which are no longer in vogue
they're wobbling toddlers now
too big for the snappers' jaws
they cannot fly at all- as of yet
but come fall they'll pierce icy skies
into warm southern comfort beds
olive skin so soft and silky smooth
dark brown hair the color of poo
sat in the sun too long is what she do
and now shes bronzed and leathery too
her skin and hair turned to vermouth
aged and withered unwise to see
the color of bronze she turned indeed
now caramel swirled and autumned hair
she sat in the mirror and wondered and stared
how to turn back to the dove she once heired
the tanning bed is a wreckless thing
it wrecks and wrinkles the skin!
Form:
Over little mothers fret:
Their babies who still beds wet;
Lionesses in A Net!
Its stoppage they’d celebrate:
High time their doctor they met
And out their frustrations let…
And Doc begins to Mum pet,
Drying tear-filled eyes long wet:
Some placebo drug would get
And Fine Solution is set!
“Babes shall pee; I did no bet:
Time frees them from The odd Net
Only trying to help eyes wet”
Doctors’ Credit Alert get:
They won’t reject them, I’d bet!