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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Thursday, April 2, 2015

Aquilegia pixels


Aquilegia pixels

i. Gameboy

the boys told me he
eats boogers
but I’ve only ever seen
his chubby fingers
clicking away
at the videogame
under his desk

saving for seven weeks
bills of $ones bound away
from my palm
rabbits
for one used and looking,
if not tasting
of limes
a game is $twenty
& will take four more weeks

while i wait
my class gives each other
hearts with gluey veins
i take time to write what I want

i have loved many men
in my six years, so believe me
when i say i know
i love you

snot drips down his nose
his mother is called
holds his hand
ushered out the door
out of school
before the bell
i notice bit-music bleeping
& his gameboy under the desk
he forgot to save
the batteries rip out easy

recess is called
the barrette & butterfly bunch
say they have a new game
girls only

February 14th 1999
ii. 1800 miles from Colorado

the green plastic
hugged a greybrown screen
i tapped
A A A A A
even as the game
boy was tugged from my fingers

we are getting up earlier tomorrow
your father is driving you in (for safekeeping)

my sobs doubled
the crackling whitenoise
from the old cathode TV
between the static a man said some names
common
like the dylans and erics shooting spitballs in class
he swallowed those names
but they came up &
gargled around in his mouth
until he spat them up
 along with the whole state
of Colorado

mother glances at the game screen
& watches
a pixilated pokemon
die

why would you play this crap?

Dad eases the thick
green plastic
from her grip
tucks my covers
the light
silences

set your alarm early for the drive &
don’t bring that game to class

as if a ride to school &
no more pikachu
would stop a school yard
bullet
April 20th  1999


iii. Every Game Includes a Witch-hunt

just a game
we played
all year

like tag
notes slipped
crinkled into backpacks

you are doomed

means you are it
& you puff clues
of your demise
like clouds
into the air

in spring Marly’s mom
was cleaning her bag
with a magnifying glass
to pick out
her missing
show & tell glitter
when she pulled the scrap
sopping
from the bilge of the bag

the scrap was slapped
on the acrylic desk
six of us girls
the barrette & butterfly bunch
brought in

haven’t you girls heard of the salem witch trials? we have Zero Tolerance for this behavior
(except this time)

We shrugged
& made zero connections
because the old principal makes no sense
she asked us to point fingers
we held hands
said

i don’t know

you are doomed
was placed in another bag
Marly sat alone
she wasn’t allowed to play                                                                                                                      
 May 2nd 1999

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