Invading Iraq
black lust
frantic void
bitter garden
stagnant lake
raw sky
sun death
ugly day…
heave
Rage Response
Wrongs settle like hot metal in my mouth
burning my brain
spreading out
Needles from my eyes fly
Dreams deflate in my fist
I spit fury lest it rest in my belly
and sour my soul
As it is
my hope rots
sinking suddenly
deeper and deeper
into the dark abyss
of the daily evening news
Occupation
Sprinkled over flower petals
enjoyed in at artful bowl
Under lid in a handmade vessel
on your mantle or windowsill
ashes
Swept ‘neath the rug
to cushion your step
Spread in the garden
to feed the worms
ashes
Smudged on your face
before going to war
Mixed with water
to fill the cracks in your wall
Rubbed into wounds
a tattoo scar
we all fall down
Political Agenda
arms folded
breasts framed
asking
in simmering anger
she wants to move him
but she’ll sigh
because it wasn’t enough
curve of lip
chin low
calculated
weight on one hip
she wants to challenge him
and then she’ll cry
because it wasn’t enough
fists clenched
impatient
hard
head to one side
she tries to engage him
again and again
because it wasn’t enough
fevered face
teeth flashing
spitting
waving ragged claws
she wants to kill him
but she won’t
because it’s not enough
Anima
breath lack
smoke sing
crawl ring
more mints
mad mess
make shake
mask ache
fist pay
shut her
flat her
end stand
him sight
no clues
grasp pine
see her
torch her
burn wish
end less
wage her
truss con
fuse on
ass her
quest tons
light cast
shade vows
look back
for her
no her
fee her
[END]
© 2006 Jeannie Dugan Sanders - Contributor's
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