Submissions by rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Two of the cats i live with piss in my shoes. My wife either doesn't, or her piss smells like the second cat's.
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 6:13pm
13th Feb 2013 6:13pm
< valentine days >
hearts
(mostly broken these)
filed
in metal cabinets
the lights
on at seven
off at six
- - -
(mostly broken these)
filed
in metal cabinets
the lights
on at seven
off at six
- - -
942 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 9:06am
5th Feb 2013 9:06am
< summer love in spanish >
on the beach
in mexico
the heat of the sun is too much
and i lie in the shade
of an old soft drink stand
it's not a popular beach
so close to the power plant
but close
to my dad's office
i'm here
visiting him
my terrible spanish
getting a little better
walking the streets
just looking
reading the signs
buying pan dulce
it's so cheap
and every bun of this sweet bread
is beautiful
so every morning i go and buy a bag of it
and eat it the rest of the day
carrying it through the streets...
in mexico
the heat of the sun is too much
and i lie in the shade
of an old soft drink stand
it's not a popular beach
so close to the power plant
but close
to my dad's office
i'm here
visiting him
my terrible spanish
getting a little better
walking the streets
just looking
reading the signs
buying pan dulce
it's so cheap
and every bun of this sweet bread
is beautiful
so every morning i go and buy a bag of it
and eat it the rest of the day
carrying it through the streets...
1468 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 00:15am
23rd Jan 2013 00:15am
< adultery >
your breasts
were just the right size
just the right brown
for the light
one window away
balanced between
the two parts of the day
and our love
innocent
but only to us
and they
could always
be waiting outside
but not in this room
where two months rent
was more than enough
for eternal love
for your breasts
so warm in my hands
your breasts ...
were just the right size
just the right brown
for the light
one window away
balanced between
the two parts of the day
and our love
innocent
but only to us
and they
could always
be waiting outside
but not in this room
where two months rent
was more than enough
for eternal love
for your breasts
so warm in my hands
your breasts ...
1743 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 7:20am
22nd Jan 2013 7:20am
< mostly Country and Western >
Cheryl Wilkins
written across a box
in my attic
and in it a picture
of the 83 Camaro she loved
but nothing
about when
she took it to get groceries
about when
she stopped at that light
and the Ford pickup
its driver
drunk from one of those
long Texas roads
and nothing
about her three girls
or that second husband of hers
she never got along with
and who wasn't...
written across a box
in my attic
and in it a picture
of the 83 Camaro she loved
but nothing
about when
she took it to get groceries
about when
she stopped at that light
and the Ford pickup
its driver
drunk from one of those
long Texas roads
and nothing
about her three girls
or that second husband of hers
she never got along with
and who wasn't...
963 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 7:05pm
19th Nov 2012 7:05pm
< dog woke me up >
but all i could think of
was the gasoline
and that picture
that kid
and the napalm
and i said i would
but first
my car needs gas
and i went out to the car
and got in
and started it
and drove to the gas station
and there they were
pouring it over her
and there i was
helping
i had the matches in my hand
and was reaching down
when the dog woke me up ...
was the gasoline
and that picture
that kid
and the napalm
and i said i would
but first
my car needs gas
and i went out to the car
and got in
and started it
and drove to the gas station
and there they were
pouring it over her
and there i was
helping
i had the matches in my hand
and was reaching down
when the dog woke me up ...
913 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 12:08pm
11th Nov 2012 12:08pm
< blood >
i'm trying to get beyond
the necessity
of its flow
trying to leave
its constant run
and linger on the
red
my closed eye
sees
when looking
at the sun
- - -
the necessity
of its flow
trying to leave
its constant run
and linger on the
red
my closed eye
sees
when looking
at the sun
- - -
1144 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Nov 2012 12:15pm
5th Nov 2012 12:15pm
< folding paper >
my hands
(old hands)
creasing
(and creased themselves)
creasing this bright paper
yesterday
a heron
today
a rose
creasing
the movement of a hand
the movement of my hands
their rhythm
as they move together
each knowing
where the other
is
and crease down
and fold out
and crease
and fold
and fold again
my hands ...
(old hands)
creasing
(and creased themselves)
creasing this bright paper
yesterday
a heron
today
a rose
creasing
the movement of a hand
the movement of my hands
their rhythm
as they move together
each knowing
where the other
is
and crease down
and fold out
and crease
and fold
and fold again
my hands ...
1044 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 10:17am
30th Oct 2012 10:17am
< finally >
my dad
has no one to speak to
death is that way
for all of us
though we cannot admit it now
(even though we say we can)
all of us
will finally
have no one to speak to
has no one to speak to
death is that way
for all of us
though we cannot admit it now
(even though we say we can)
all of us
will finally
have no one to speak to
1315 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 9:35am
30th Oct 2012 9:35am
< this writing we do >
is not owned by
The Bank of America
though it would be
if it were valuable
(or useful)
which is the
beauty
(of)
this writing we do
---------------------
ignore below / just using to store some remarks ...
The Bank of America
though it would be
if it were valuable
(or useful)
which is the
beauty
(of)
this writing we do
---------------------
ignore below / just using to store some remarks ...
1254 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 11:12am
17th Oct 2012 11:12am
< all of you from a home long past >
philip
glances at his watch
leaving on the nine o-clock
barely a chance
but if he ran
susan
was running for the gate
all that wool skirt
catching up to do
tripping on
most of it
ray
is waiting to be eaten
out in a world
missing food
jennifer
though spring catches her
feels
the first frost anyway
pat
knows something
but
she's not telling
alex
stands flat ...
glances at his watch
leaving on the nine o-clock
barely a chance
but if he ran
susan
was running for the gate
all that wool skirt
catching up to do
tripping on
most of it
ray
is waiting to be eaten
out in a world
missing food
jennifer
though spring catches her
feels
the first frost anyway
pat
knows something
but
she's not telling
alex
stands flat ...
832 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 12:00pm
29th Sep 2012 12:00pm
< immortality >
the faces in the picture
the grasp of each finger
taken from that very instant
as two hands
joined together in
some promise of 1948
now rests in my hand
saved by some dead child
of some dead mother
and i put it down
and lead my heart
to the next box
the next tomb
the voices of silence
they come together
in the midst of this clutter
of old gifts and promises
waiting here
waiting for no one
- - -
the grasp of each finger
taken from that very instant
as two hands
joined together in
some promise of 1948
now rests in my hand
saved by some dead child
of some dead mother
and i put it down
and lead my heart
to the next box
the next tomb
the voices of silence
they come together
in the midst of this clutter
of old gifts and promises
waiting here
waiting for no one
- - -
1168 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2012 8:42am
26th Sep 2012 8:42am
< her dreaming of the dance >
to dance
to dance the flurry of the stage again
to dance away the night
the darkness of the night
and of the future
that has come
her eyes
they're off again
this old girl sits
her bottle never far away
below her hand
beside the chair
beside the chair it sits
it helps
with dreams
with dreaming of the dance
her journey to the crown
the crown
the flurry of the stage again
to dance
to dance this dark away
to dance away the one who took
who took away the dance
the one who's...
to dance the flurry of the stage again
to dance away the night
the darkness of the night
and of the future
that has come
her eyes
they're off again
this old girl sits
her bottle never far away
below her hand
beside the chair
beside the chair it sits
it helps
with dreams
with dreaming of the dance
her journey to the crown
the crown
the flurry of the stage again
to dance
to dance this dark away
to dance away the one who took
who took away the dance
the one who's...
1263 reads
4 Comments
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