"The Silent Speakeasy"
she guevara she
sashay speakeasy
monotone in neon poetry
notes not belonging
to diatonic scale of key
chromatic passenger a new story
she guevara she
Anagrams
rebellious
sudoku kings and queens
silent
dusty
schoolmaster (take off your te)
sedate
the eyes
bluest
glare
glean
she guevara she
the silent speak easy
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Golden Years” / Bowie
https://youtu.be/HRD0ghlFSgk
key, 9
Categories:
speakeasy, cool, crazy, fun,
Form: Free verse
The snow on the ground is aglow at midnight
A sheet of moonlight
Like a sketchpad with shadows
Stretched from tree limbs furiously penciled in,
A speakeasy dance floor from the 1920s
Mobbed and sashaying,
Doing the jitterbug,
With black arms and black legs
Pumping stutter-stepping,
Swaying forward then back
Hands risen as if polishing the air with praise
In a wind that creaks in these trees
Like kindling wood caught on fire.
Who is the ghost, here, in this freezing rhythm?
These poltergeist dancers?
Floating
Between now and then drinking gin,
Lit by a swinging winter lantern?
Or is it me? Weaving through the phantom crowd,
A traveler from the future,
Pardon me, looking good,
Carrying a tray of translucent light above my head?
Or is the celestial artist the true spirit?
The only one who really exists?
Yes, I think it is the brilliant artist,
The invisibly sketching Goddess bringing life to the long dead,
While lurking from her corner table, cold cigarette in hand,
Diligently recording history.
Oh oblivion of time and space I make my way to her,
A coming total lunar eclipse.
Categories:
speakeasy, moon, snow, winter,
Form: Free verse
“Little boy, little boy, where have you been? Down in the cellar drinking your father’s gin?”
“Not I,” said the boy with a drunken laugh. “Who am I to drown in father’s wrath?”
“Little boy, little boy, you smell strongly of sin! I shall ask you once more—where have
you been?
“Good sir,” said the boy, stumbling through the path. “I was not in the cellar. I was only
in the bath!”
Categories:
speakeasy, funny,
Form: Limerick
You make me feel
I don't even think this could be a poem
Im just gonna speak
You make me feel like I was meant for something
Purpose…
I already knew I had one
This is probably the hardest thing ive ever had to explain
So, I already knew I had one but…what you give me is something entirely
different
Like speed
Im high on you right now
You know what…you make me frustrated
And sad and excited—comfortable and scared, a little nervous but I like it
You are the cause of my distractions
And I shiver when I know im distracting you
You make me feel focused
Focused on you only
God..do you know what you do to me when you say im yours…
Ill let you feel one day...
Categories:
speakeasy, introspection, life, love, passion,
Form: Free verse