tongues
of despair
kiss
with fervor
emotions
Wallpapering
scented candles
impersonate lilac’s trademark
perfumed bouquet
dead fish flop
flounder amidships
threadbare, enshrouding
pulsating stench
of her loneliness
lambent flickers
masquerade Joker
maniacal flame
smog bitter
lacerate tented
curtain over the abyss
perfunctory trappings
no more
comfort create
than floorboards blocked
thunderous tell-tale thumping
of guilty heart
*Footnote to self: Phantosmia is indicative of brain lesions
The Story of How Her Life Became a Poem (pt 1, Abridged)
Her life was not always a poem
it was jampacked
intermittently chaotic
sprinkled with impassioned confetti
fundamentally mundane
absent requisite lyrical calling
words were ever-present allies
in retrospect, truer friends
than some cloaked in the mantle
childhood fantasies
of “I want to be famous” vintage
block printed lists
included grandiose authoring notions
attempts were penciled
plots amateurish laboriously penned
creativity doubted
drafts drifted aside
life became frenetic schedules
doctorate, diapers
career, cheerioed car
driven duty and
harried housewife hairdo
writing ambitions
fluttered
scattered in whirling dervish
whirlwind
Yin-Yanging
in this quest
for balance
for peace
centered equanimity
she finds herself
a Suessian concoction
ping-pong paddle battle
warring weighted
teeter-tottering
careening down a rollercoaster
in hyperdrive
on Main Street
stretched full elasticity
desired release
hard-fought internal truce
return backhand
smash of righteous rage
anguish undisclosed
set to score
losing placidity
backspun lob
hurt shorts
grace’s resolution
twiddle-tattles
emotive revolution
dispensing amnesty
rocking ride
plummets passivity
serves a comic/cosmic
thumb-nose to
restrictive
pedantic authority
she lands
perched precarious
on a plank
in the air
up a tree
how can that be?
Insights from "Inside" 