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[rmila79]

Frosted

some say it's ice ice feeling with fingers of youth  ice sucking desire from the teats of the living ice expanding into the oxygen needed for fire ice arching her back  ice cracking your bones into brittle glass shards ice 

#cold days #poetry

[rmila79]

Periphery of a Refrigerator

pretermitted to the back of a kitchen drawer utensil unlisted replaceable by substitution "the part of the potato masher will now be played by a fork" misshapen and unused to fitting uniform spaces were not meant to contain the chaos of containers inevitably spilling onto floors and counters spending the space of others  where lids might lay lurking ready  for all the reasons we put a lid on it

#poem #poetry #originialpoetry

[rmila79]

Accidental Infuriation

Mischief and I and you were all around the bonfire sarcasm sparking about in the driveway naive as a baby's belly laugh admitting competitiveness among myriad flaws and humor being one other the cul de sac is full of your disdain accidental or not I am one of many tipped dominoes shutting up is as easy as falling down to someone whose mother taught them a mouth all the louder to fill the vibrant void she left behind brashness and rudeness often confused amid starry Saturday night lives

#spilled ink #poetry #originialpoetry #saturday #bonfire

[rmila79]

Con Template

He said "bad faith" to me and I went down that rabbit hole cyclical arguments Is a chair really there? Are we microscopic organisms programmed by intelligent life? guilt only counts if the behavior changes believing in behavior captures imaginations holding me hostage to your own devices and holding you hostage to mine

[rmila79]

Eyebrow Raiser

The Romney sticker on the dorm refrigerator in Iowa city moving out obviously

#Hawkeyes #Iowa #iowacity

[rmila79]

There was an explosion

a crashing catalyst dismantling the bedrock of democracy though vows were made otherwise unity found in fear isn’t united we stand crippled and kneeling together we waited until too late too late has come ticking and tocking behind the benevolent dictators we deem king the ever-changing faces of the corporate empire snuck in, silent with technology drugs candy crushed freedoms tick by tock until there was no more an America enter India

[rmila79]

Full

I am full brimming with too much none of it you the loss and life and death and grief the living back and back and back and the forth! the forth fleeting like the scurrying of productive ants until the food has gone to storage the megabytes infinitesimal they won't go hungry they don't have guns six legs instead of two Kafka was on to something once you get the beetle off its back it's a garbage disposal but a pedestrian does not a producer make not a giver, neither an all-consuming filler of the space explodes

[rmila79]

Living Will

euthanize me beneath the oleander when time has had his fill of me slowly crumpling me in fisted talons brittle shattering cracks carrying on the wind weightlessly shifting beneath boulders of pain bring me cut rhododendron when the morphine no longer stifles the weakening screams

#poetry #twc #spilled

[rmila79]

The Call

I didn’t ask for them to be so alarming I have not been in the wild enough to have acquired this sort of knowledge the finding of me is in them flitting about my life and perching above in trees desperately calling stupidly to my untrained ear unmistakeable and red so obviously red! marking the onset of springs eternal boastful and assuming

#spring #poetry #red

[rmila79]

Seeing is Believing

reach into the enigmas and dig out the darkness illuminate the surfaces trace the vestiges of hard edged shadows elucidate the lines with ink step in and out of light and shadow adjust the temperature bend around the curves swoon amid the vertigo color around the light turn the angles reverse the curvatures become the spectral candescence 

#light #poetry #dark #spilled ink

[rmila79]

Soma

a primitive anxiety hit the pipes washed through the gutters shook the mantelpieces I looked at you you looked at me we were both sorry the flood was coming unstoppable and raging better to inhibit the receptors turn the flow valves down lower the currents smile and nod in Orwellian peace

#poetry #spilled ink

[rmila79]

Rabbit Hole Industry

there are oceans of waste all the rage is to rid yourself of it all let go of all you don’t need it the extra baggage so you burn a box pack some rubbermaid tubs for charitable purposes read a few empowerment articles on how to let go of people dragging you down you clicked the interviews about emotional clutter people again a commodity over abused this time by you a self-appointed judge and jury when you cut that waste and the lives they lied you to believe in waste then where will that leave the shape and size of your Alice

#rabbit hole #poetry #spilled ink

[rmila79]

Of Drawers

we are practiced in the art of forgetting lurking in drawers are hints of exasperation futile attempts at organization the lost intentions of later close to the back desperate to save from losing recycled in a frenzy on a spring cleaning day abandoned in disregard with flimsy excuses so many drawings of military guns so many timed tests so many digital photographs we can’t save everything haven’t we all learned from hoarders safely in the front sit utilities of the present stamps working writing utensils charging cords unseen in magazines small screwdriver handy for changing the batteries also aligned with that lighted half of the drawer the double and the triple A’s we go to the drawers in ritual unrecorded the banal privacy also kept  in drawer space waiting to hold  the next thing

#poetry #spilled ink #organization #disorganization

[rmila79]

Mute Button

this pen and I hold an intimate secret we divulge to perfect strangers neutral bystanders noncommittal acquaintances anonymity is the cloak of invisibility  recognized only by fellow kindred travelers of changeable courses uncertain destinations speaking in safe circles better to barely whisper (or not at all) that ear that loves  might not anymore the deafness of the denseness is ear-piercing static quick hit mute

#poetry #spilled ink #vulnerable

[rmila79]

I Don't

take photos in the spring the metamorphosis escapes me I have always been six existentialist and aware I wasn’t then am sometimes still feeling the pull of the nothingness where a space existed before where I didn’t where I do where I sometimes don’t

[rmila79]

Did You

shorten your hair and your name shrink your city condense your beliefs into the eye of a needle start a website hear the call all to replace the lilt of her?

#poetry #spilled ink

[rmila79]

A Kind of Limbo

exists in the cupboard beneath the counter in the dark in the far back corner where the noodle maker neatly boxed waits for more than the flash of a five year old girl watching her mother turn the crank after the dough has been mixed the cloths neatly laid the hours involved in the resurrection are enough to close the door enacting an exacting penance of guilt for inaction that keeps it on the shelf

#poetry