POEM

Blogsites                      are modern moons
                                    I produce latitude
with the proper “ago” of Imagination
                                                   Cold
that made all such skin                not retain division
 were to be                          pale & dim as iron         ironing
board       burning                   is this how you want me
to carry onward?                 Flaming in a
miry multiplex of icy scythe’d plash           splash
 in the throat                    verbose verbiage invalued
She then said                 “Why weren’t we born rich
instead of beautiful?”          “How about both?” I said
in a tune of tone-deafness

Blogsites are modern planets               where can one
purchase a poisonous dart frog in Georgia?  
                   To the moon & beyond
                                        bullet in the eye              Daylight
dismantled              Night’s nappies tear me to shreds
Give me my youth back                   palatable with ribbons
coming out of my wrists                strip away the somber
                                 tinted window over the soul
                                                        strip away the stinking virus
with whatever petty scrutiny you’ll face                    watch
as Aphrodite’s golden girdle comes undone
            This sketchy locale                   this messy planet
those V for Vendetta masks that I see
                            ravenous kindergartners wearing
why am I not on a wooden
fishing boat       unbalanced       feeling wholly liberated?

The sustenance of life
               has been replaced by digital maps & interactive screens
                               of sniffing stray dogs in the meadow
that I can see off in the distance                 where odors are rising
amongst the green boulevards                   where medical benefits
should be where we eat the flowers of the earth
edible violets       calendula       borage     where perplexing demands
disaffection & disunity becomes an amazon of lavender buds
the floral notes of jasmine     lilac   &     rose                
                                 Here I am
in a soft shade
                            toying with the margins of leaves
in a wall of fragrant floral                         biting into fresh fruit
as a small rivulet of glistening juice
                       runs down my chin
not quite dripping off