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?