Submissions by Mrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Wannabe.
Minimalist
please excuse me
if I don’t write
of loves lost
bummers held closely
to my ancient self
they are no longer
radioactive
but tiresome
the lawyer
i was obsessed with
is a dangling participle
an itch scratched
into irrelevance
decades ago
the goals
the wannas
the gotta-haves
the latest gizmo
gadget-fad-shiny-object
hot women
dick-worshipping
latest-fucking-thing
leave my withers unrung
...
if I don’t write
of loves lost
bummers held closely
to my ancient self
they are no longer
radioactive
but tiresome
the lawyer
i was obsessed with
is a dangling participle
an itch scratched
into irrelevance
decades ago
the goals
the wannas
the gotta-haves
the latest gizmo
gadget-fad-shiny-object
hot women
dick-worshipping
latest-fucking-thing
leave my withers unrung
...
#aging
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They Will Ask
What was it like,
They will ask.
Your childhood, we mean.
The doctors, therapists,
Ministers with store-bought
Counseling degrees wearing
Interchangeable masks
Of concern.
We only wish to help,
They will say.
The police who only want to help,
The mother who once danced
And who now wrings
The dainty little hanky
In her hands as if
Twisting the head
Off a chicken
Or the finger of a recalcitrant child.
What can I do,
She...
They will ask.
Your childhood, we mean.
The doctors, therapists,
Ministers with store-bought
Counseling degrees wearing
Interchangeable masks
Of concern.
We only wish to help,
They will say.
The police who only want to help,
The mother who once danced
And who now wrings
The dainty little hanky
In her hands as if
Twisting the head
Off a chicken
Or the finger of a recalcitrant child.
What can I do,
She...
#childhood
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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My Role in Killing John Lennon
I got accused of being an accessory
To killing John Lennon
Back in 1980.
Unconsciously accused.
42 years ago, if you trust
The math with its absurd
Little hidden messages
About Critical Race Theory
And grassy knoll bullshit.
The charges against me
Are rigged and absurd
And I have dismissed them
As the ramblings
Of a guilty conscience.
I loved John Lennon.
Here’s how it came down:
I was hanging out
With some radical Christians
In Kapi’olani Park,
With the 15 or 20 of them ...
To killing John Lennon
Back in 1980.
Unconsciously accused.
42 years ago, if you trust
The math with its absurd
Little hidden messages
About Critical Race Theory
And grassy knoll bullshit.
The charges against me
Are rigged and absurd
And I have dismissed them
As the ramblings
Of a guilty conscience.
I loved John Lennon.
Here’s how it came down:
I was hanging out
With some radical Christians
In Kapi’olani Park,
With the 15 or 20 of them ...
#fate
#responsibility
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13 Comments
Mulberry Tree Walk
The mulberry tree
Is in full glory
Of cast off children
Lying in the road,
Playing in the traffic,
Black smashed splotches of sugars, seeds,
Which we loved so well
Scant years ago.
Remember?
The corn, too, finally with enough
Rain to conjure up
Those splayed leaves
That tremble in Indiana heat
And flip, flash, slash
At themselves, each other.
What happened
Between then and now?
Now has become ...
Is in full glory
Of cast off children
Lying in the road,
Playing in the traffic,
Black smashed splotches of sugars, seeds,
Which we loved so well
Scant years ago.
Remember?
The corn, too, finally with enough
Rain to conjure up
Those splayed leaves
That tremble in Indiana heat
And flip, flash, slash
At themselves, each other.
What happened
Between then and now?
Now has become ...
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Walking With Ghosts
He walks just past midnight,
Meds taken,
Breathing treatment a hassle
But done.
Take the oxygen tank or not?
Take. Hot and humid still,
So take. Might help.
Probably won’t.
Take the oximeter, monitor the heart.
Grab the cane and out the door.
Go slowly, old man.
Which he does, up the gentle slope to the road,
Past the sweet seduction of flowers
Reminding him of tilted tombstones.
Stops twice to calm the breathing.
Where the road levels out,
He waits again
For...
Meds taken,
Breathing treatment a hassle
But done.
Take the oxygen tank or not?
Take. Hot and humid still,
So take. Might help.
Probably won’t.
Take the oximeter, monitor the heart.
Grab the cane and out the door.
Go slowly, old man.
Which he does, up the gentle slope to the road,
Past the sweet seduction of flowers
Reminding him of tilted tombstones.
Stops twice to calm the breathing.
Where the road levels out,
He waits again
For...
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle
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9 Comments
Icarus With a Cane
I have walked too near
The sun
Walking old-man gait
With my golden cane
Tapping out
The remains of my life.
Do I near the end?
Undoubtedly. Yet
There is shade ahead,
Two patches before
I tire and turn around.
The first has the mulberry tree
Which bears no fruit this year.
The corn is tasseling
While beneath my feet,
In roots and grass,
A thousand dramas
Of life and death
Play out to denouement
And insectoid conclusion.
Another thirty yards
Until I...
The sun
Walking old-man gait
With my golden cane
Tapping out
The remains of my life.
Do I near the end?
Undoubtedly. Yet
There is shade ahead,
Two patches before
I tire and turn around.
The first has the mulberry tree
Which bears no fruit this year.
The corn is tasseling
While beneath my feet,
In roots and grass,
A thousand dramas
Of life and death
Play out to denouement
And insectoid conclusion.
Another thirty yards
Until I...
#SelfReflection
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