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I. Camella
She arranges flowers at his roadside memorial
and promises never to forget him or the origami
frogs he made out of gum wrappers in home ec
because the newspapers don’t remember frogs.
They remember he was drunk now he’s dead
what a shame let’s move on next headline.
The burning headlights fly past like they’ve
forgotten him and the roses are a runway.
II. Tristan
He inhales the burning tobacco and exhales
to draw the melancholia outside of his chest,
but escaped ghosts are crowding the bathroom
and pressing him against the chipped blue tile.
The glowing florescents are peering too deeply
into his coffin body, and he’s afraid they’ll see
his corpse rotting in his wasteland of a temple.
He can’t remember the last time he called home
and didn’t make his mother weep; at least she cares.
III. Bridgette
She likes to run and run and run her pace
is the only thing that doesn’t ever feel broken.
The pat pat pat of her feet slapping the concrete
is the only thing she can control when everything
else seems tilted and like she is supposed to stand
there and smile because it should feel okay to lose
everything when you have empty palms tied together.
She looks like she is running from the sunrise or
something else flaming inside, and perhaps she is.
She arranges flowers at his roadside memorial
and promises never to forget him or the origami
frogs he made out of gum wrappers in home ec
because the newspapers don’t remember frogs.
They remember he was drunk now he’s dead
what a shame let’s move on next headline.
The burning headlights fly past like they’ve
forgotten him and the roses are a runway.
II. Tristan
He inhales the burning tobacco and exhales
to draw the melancholia outside of his chest,
but escaped ghosts are crowding the bathroom
and pressing him against the chipped blue tile.
The glowing florescents are peering too deeply
into his coffin body, and he’s afraid they’ll see
his corpse rotting in his wasteland of a temple.
He can’t remember the last time he called home
and didn’t make his mother weep; at least she cares.
III. Bridgette
She likes to run and run and run her pace
is the only thing that doesn’t ever feel broken.
The pat pat pat of her feet slapping the concrete
is the only thing she can control when everything
else seems tilted and like she is supposed to stand
there and smile because it should feel okay to lose
everything when you have empty palms tied together.
She looks like she is running from the sunrise or
something else flaming inside, and perhaps she is.
Literature
two days after surgery
victimized by
deliquescence
& still
bleeding from
tender blackness,
the fresh valleys
between crushed
teeth:
you would be
a vicodin
transcendentalist
with a love for
non-existence like
the smothered
melody of
silenced laughter.
Literature
on yearning to be something I'm not.
I think in a previous life,
I must have been a coyote.
An ugly beast with an
ugly heart, with howls
echoing across ten thousand
canyons.
"Please, give me the moon;
I can no longer stand the heat of
the sun."
This world mocks me.
More love for a
night alone in
a winter's forest than
the lonesome aching in
my heart, I only
want to run with the
wolves; always.
But,
I fear,
this desert-weary soul is
merely chasing rabbits across
empty highways. A coyote only
deserves putrid carrion and
not the thrill of the hunt—I am but a
song dog keening into the night for
the fangs of wolves to keep me cold.
Literature
One.
I want to stare the storm in the eye
and dare it not to be calm
around me.
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Poetry prompt: Write a poem that starts with "these poisoned days". (poetryprompts.tumblr.com/)
I've been working and reworking this one for awhile. It's pretty prose-y, but I like it.
Camella means "flower" because there are zero names that sound good and also mean "loyalty", Tristan means "tumult". and Bridgette means "strength". Tristan was seen in a campground bathroom smoking, and I see Bridgette pretty often during the drive to school. They resonated with me, so I wrote this. Camella is made up though, but I'm sure she exists out there somewhere.
I've been working and reworking this one for awhile. It's pretty prose-y, but I like it.
Camella means "flower" because there are zero names that sound good and also mean "loyalty", Tristan means "tumult". and Bridgette means "strength". Tristan was seen in a campground bathroom smoking, and I see Bridgette pretty often during the drive to school. They resonated with me, so I wrote this. Camella is made up though, but I'm sure she exists out there somewhere.
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I love the story interwoven through here.