thirty summer

carving words out of willows

Month: March, 2016

Sunrise Philosophers – Phantoum Assignment

In November, we held hands and smoked cigarettes.
We went back home after I worked through the night.
In the starkness of the morning we were silhouettes.
She told me she missed me as we drove under morning light.

We went back home after I worked through the night.
There were two bottles of cheap beer in a bag at my feet.
She told me she missed me as we drove under morning light.
The rain painted murals of the sky on the concrete.

There were two bottles of cheap beer in a bag at my feet.
I drank and we talked, sitting in the balcony doorway.
The rain painted murals of the sky on the concrete.
We watched the world come to life and the night fade away.

I drank and we talked, sitting in the balcony doorway.
We were sunrise philosophers and the only two souls awake.
We watched the world come to life and the night fade away
and I knew that an 8 AM buzz promised a 3 PM headache.

We were sunrise philosophers and the only two souls awake.
In the starkness of the morning we were silhouettes
and I knew that an 8 AM buzz promised a 3 PM headache.
In November, we held hands and smoked cigarettes.

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Skeltonic Assignment

By happenstance
we learned to dance
we took a chance
at one last romance
I asked “Will you?”
and you said “I do!”
I already knew
what you’d do
and so now we pursue
a life as one instead of two

Cinquain Assignment

whiskey
copper, clear
burns, buzzes, blurs
warms up your belly
drunk

Bear With Me On This One – Collective Assignment

A sloth of bears
bear not the burden of the sloths
for when they swing from tree to tree
they do not mistake their arms for limbs
and subsequently fall off.

Abandon – Abecedarian Assignment(variation)

All I have known
And have been
Accustomed to
As a young child is
Absolutely destroyed by
Adolescence with
Alcohol-fueled nights

My Last Sunset – Sestina Assignment

From a broken family in Indiana
I followed the melody of the Songbird,
bought a bus ticket and hit the road.
She met me at the terminal, finally face to face.
That was when I knew I was finally home –
I knew I wanted her to be my last sunset.

I used to think nothing compared to a Midwest sunset
growing up on a dirt road in rural Indiana.
I used to think that my family was my home
and then I heard the melody of the Songbird.
And then when I saw her face
I knew I wanted highway over dirt road.

We left behind the cracked and dusty road
and watched Juno that night under my first Texas sunset
when we finally met face to face.
I didn’t mind that I was 1,500 miles away from Indiana.
I was finally with my Songbird
and for the first time I finally felt like I was home.

And for a while, the Camelot Inn was my home –
for a while, I was Jack Kerouac, on the road –
and each evening I would see my sweet Songbird.
We would smoke cigarettes on the balcony and watch the sunset
And we’d compare the dust of Texas to the trees of Indiana.
The sun would paint soft colors across her face.

I realized it wasn’t my past I had to face
but my future. I let go of what I thought was home
and let go of all those memories of Indiana;
riding bikes with my cousin on our pock-marked dirt road,
chasing lightning bugs with Mason jars under a rural sunset,
listening to harsh noises when all I wanted was a Songbird.

She showed me the true appearance of my Songbird.
She showed me that it wasn’t fear but love I had to face.
She showed me that Texas is only rivaled by a Colorado sunset.
She showed me it wasn’t a roof but the heart that made a home.
She showed me as long as I had a journey, she had a road.
I showed her I could leave behind Indiana.

Nothing left in Indiana, I chose to follow that Songbird melody
and hit the road. It was time to face my destiny.
I was finally home and saw my first sunset of many.

Limerick Assignment

I once met a girl from the Bible Belt
where family, tradition and love was felt.
I noticed an aroma that was funny.
She said it was the odor of money
But it was her derrière that I smelt.

Haiku Assignment

Mountains break the sky
Stars draw heroes in the dark
Colorado nights

She Sang to Me – Villanelle Assignment

Be mine, sweet nightingale and sing your song.
     And tell me how the world ends with lust.
So teach me and I too may sing along.

So sing a chant of beauty’s gaze, so long.
     And want of touch – Release me from this rust.
Be mine, sweet nightingale and sing your song.

My eyes grow dim. My ears hear “come along
     and I’ll remove these shackles of distrust.”
So teach me and I too may sing along.

I fall into your voice where I belong –
     Into you – taking off that ancient crust.
Be mine, sweet nightingale and sing your song.

I don’t want righteousness if this is wrong.
     So be my songbird until we are dust.
So teach me and I too may sing along.

This song, this touch, I’ve yearned for far too long
     My eyes grow dim, my head upon your bust.
Be mine, sweet nightingale and sing your song.
So teach me and I too may sing along.