Caught In The Stream

My scratchy tissue

2009-11-07T23:11:00.000-06:00

My scratchy tissue
can't catch the gook graying
lucy's chetstnut eye
so Albert paws in
his nimble tongue obliging

Brazen-minded breeze

2009-11-07T11:11:00.000-06:00

Brazen-minded breeze
tugs at the sun's cotton robe
eying his nude blush

A wounded beauty

2009-11-06T23:11:00.000-06:00

A wounded beauty
early pierced, too often drawn
by ill-caring hands,
wary of his gentler touch
turns away, stabbing two hearts

Birthed in tumult's core

2009-11-06T11:11:00.000-06:00

Birthed in tumult's core
journey becomes choice, which path
to radiate through

More bird on a wire

2009-11-05T23:11:00.000-06:00

More bird on a wire
than yo-yo on a string
he clings to the warming
vibrato of her
whispers texted nightly

Stormy ushers shove

2009-11-05T11:11:00.000-06:00

Stormy ushers shove
tip-toe stumbles through curtains
half-parted amber
falling against red cushions
arrayed in a fragrant chill

His immense problems

2009-11-04T23:11:00.000-06:00

His immense problems
best captured through a peep hole
bottle tilted back

Fall's red-cheeked bluster

2009-11-04T11:11:00.000-06:00

Fall's red-cheeked bluster
extending loud courtesy
slams the door behind

Egg-Chicken

2009-11-03T23:11:00.000-06:00

Egg-chicken, chicken-egg
however I lay it
my logic always cracks

Romance thirsting eyes

2009-11-03T11:11:00.000-06:00

Romance thirsting ears
imbibe her treacly voice, its cloy
a disheartened quench

Jogging autumn gusts

2009-11-02T23:11:00.000-06:00

Jogging autumn gusts
fit and trim, push their way through
leaves crowding branches

Her polished lapis eyes

2009-11-02T11:11:00.000-06:00

Her polished lapis eyes
set beneath spun gold,
a stare too precious
for me to fix

Mock-rock globe

2009-11-01T23:11:00.000-06:00

Mock-rock globe spinning
he pokes at the tan-green blurs
a one-wish ticket

Slender digits lured

2009-10-31T23:11:00.000-05:00

Slender digits lured
technology's needling bite
fluid self transfused

His waking coiffure

2009-10-31T11:11:00.001-05:00

His waking coiffure
shaped by pillows and static
a cockatoo's crest

Glutton eyes binge on

2009-10-30T23:11:00.000-05:00

Glutton eyes binge on
imaginary fillips,
avid to jostle
a brain grown weary trying
to stem their unthinking bloat

Carnival's Valor

2009-10-29T23:47:00.004-05:00

Two amorously leaning props,
they duel to woo her,
a far-glowing mistress,
with their neon spins
and flash-bulb reels
that burn untempered torches
against the black-lit night.

The first flings his golden lines,
tracing over-stated claims
to crowned velocities.
The next, more simply,
rolls a sapphire eye
in an unblinking hope
of whirled persuasion.

All the while above,
their cratered princess,
attracted to much more
subtly fired revolutions,
looks down in yellowed yawns,
unimpressed at their boasting
a carnival's valor.

— Francis Scudellari

This poem is written in response to Read Write Prompt #98: Whee! at Read Write Poem. The challenge was to use a photo prompt (click the link to see the image), which I interpreted in my usual strange way.

My sign of the times

2009-10-29T11:11:00.000-05:00

My sign of the times
teetered slowly down the sidewalk
a discounted pizza box
balanced precariously
on her head

I changed my part

2009-10-28T11:11:00.000-05:00

I changed my part
from right to left
not to better my look,
but to skip over
this rut

Homunculus

2009-10-27T22:44:00.009-05:00

Plump-fully fleshed, it sits
to me not unlike
a cloth of sacked potatoes,

though it's so pinkly dripped
and more misshaped
in its stranger bulgings.

This would-be man's clubby arms
and double-stubbly legs
tacked onto a drooping goop

that he eyelessly affords to
flap and flop around,
as a foundling seeking

its comfort's sorting out.
His sweet-meat rolls,
and summery salted stumbles

lead him to the final fall;
a downward folly
lacking its expected thud.

— Francis Scudellari

This poem is another one inspired by a dream. It was, needless to say, a strange and disturbing one, and I've softened it up quite a bit here.

We often bemoan

2009-10-27T11:11:00.000-05:00

We often bemoan
fleshed fates we've been dressed without
trying another

My choices fall

2009-10-26T18:04:00.003-05:00

My choices fall
in do's small
drops,

each splashed no-doubt
kicking out
dust

to carve a did.
Then crooked
rills

of when converge,
timely surge
back

to push my why.
Blue-tossed I
lifts

up on white-capped
and oft-happed
am;

was carried down,
struggling drowns.
My

now, cleansed by here,
is no mere
chance.

Staked in blood-red ire

2009-10-26T11:11:00.000-05:00

Staked in blood-red ire
she paints her face ghoulish white
a moody re-vamp

Pulling its blade from stilled flesh

2009-10-25T11:11:00.000-05:00

Pulling its blade from stilled flesh
he touches the weeping
tool that bends his once
too-simple faith

His daily drip of words

2009-10-24T11:11:00.000-05:00

His daily drip of words
become a gushing leak,
he shaves the faulty pate,
heads off to nearby shop
fetching, a tarry patch