Poetry Break

This poetry isn't new. Most of it is years old, in fact. But hey, who cares, let's have a poetry break. I'm working on a secret project for other game designers right now, so I don't have any progress to report from designing Dusassu or energy to make other blog posts. So let's have ourselves a little poetry break!

Collage by me. Flowerhead (With Apologies to Tupac) (2025).

A Poem I Will Write

I scared the cat. She scowls at me, a comma in her task, and continues stretching herself up to the sky as she cleans herself. I too stretch to the sky, to relieve my aching neck.
The sky stretches back. It is an Impressionist painting done in silver and the lightest blue - Cezanne perhaps. It will rain.
The cat jumps onto the chair like a slinky in reverse. Paws slip, catch themselves, limber onto the table. She continues licking.
The rain is coming -- I can feel it in the dapple-light on my page and the shadow-shift clouds above. The cat is oblivious.
She stares now over her domain - swivelhead; queen precarious. I wonder if the pressure in my head is like the air pressure - will I feel release?

The Sixth Time

Old found-lab,

Glimpsed through bleary wings,

Scrapes his paws as he brags through dreams

“Always Mondays”, I say with a laugh,

but red eyes stare back, and the drive back is dangerous;

55 in the left lane

The oppressive clock in its LED and scarlet

Watches as I count alone,

And carve sweat into memories of other nights

All I want to do is dive unconscious, I scribble, 

________________

scratches in a green book and under hot lids

Downstairs clatters and barks

But I am run thin on patience

It is a long night for chronicity,

For headaches and nausea, a concussive encore.

It is a long night for no sleep

Intermission

I kicked a dead mouse --

Unbeknownst to me it lay

underfoot; I squeaked

Serendipity Kills

I wrote a poem for you once –

The danger of knowing artists –

They’re always better equipped to spin their tale

And it embarrassed me –

for you flitted out

And I –

Once more –

Had but an empty stomach

on a warm September day