Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

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Monday, January 27, 2014

And I Remember it As One Remembers A Dream


And I Remember it As One Remembers A Dream


Cold.
Numb. Numbness
                        Chapped Rough lips
         Wedge of crackling, ripening ice
                                                                        A hot flows down my thumb
I’m not sure if it’s the ICE
                        Or the FIRE.
Inhale
                                                Knives.
    Blistering lungs – Stare for the Stars.
One out.
                                                Two out.
                                                Three twinkling lights snuff
Out.
I might be seeing stars.
                                                                                    Just stop the blood from
Freezing
Imightgetthebends
                                                Solid Oaken Earth
                                                   And Gravity pins me down
Get up.
Won’t move.  
Get up.
Can’t move.
Get up.
Finally my elbow flex
Now
Push UP.
                        Struggle to sit
                                                             UP.
                                    One knee hoists itself raised, start to add some weight.
Going, going,
Now just Stand
                                                Slip
                                                                                                Pain.
HowlongwasIout.

               Sit
                                                Listen:


                                                                                                Finally a Sound,
A laugh.
HELP.























!





















He is already down the slope.
Ok, don’t panic.
HELP
                        Another laugh, some tinkling trills of competition
Inventory:
Boots, Poles, Skiis
                        HELP                          I’m concealed within a curtain
                                                                                                Of pine needles
Feet are too heavy
                                                But they’re HELP warm
                                                            Clutch hand to chest
                                                                                                Just to stop the pulsing
HELP                                                                                                  Beating drum
                        Drumming in rhythm to stop my
Help          
            Gloves come off.
                                                            Thrust it in the still pure white
                                                                                    HELP
You’rejustwinded,stupid                                snow.              TRY AGAIN.
Lean forward and grasp the orange painted pine
            Left leg HELP balance from below
                                    There is solid ground

helphelphelpHelpHelpHelpHElpHElpHElpHELpHELpHELpHELpHELpHELPHELPHELPHELPHELP

fire.
ice.
Fraying nerve endings being pulled, being stretched being
Eviscerated
HELP
Lacerated
            HELP                  grinding.
                                                                        Churning
Bone
Crack
Live
Help

Numb numbness
HELP
                                                Help                                       
Cold.



“Wait up- I think I heard someone calling from over there.”
                        Help?



Cradling my chest
In rough calloused hands
He wakes me with toaster oven breath.
A slow smile with crinkling viven eyes
He glows not unlike the sun, the snow, fire, Ice, and
Sweat.
“Is something wrong?”
I nod. He envelopes me.
        In
                        Soft
                                                Strength
                                                                        Sweat
                                                                                    And Warm
We roll over and he loves me gently
                                                In the sheets
                                                            Like a thrumming
                                                                                    Drumming
                                                                                                Heartbeat.
And I remember that I am alive.



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