Friday, April 7, 2017

Blyth Never Said That {poem}

Blyth Never Said That

the fitting room was too small
I had tried on 7 dresses
none of them
were working.
I left target, leaving my starbucks half empty on the dressing room floor
and so what I thought
banging through the exit of the store

sitting on the curb of the parking lot
I applied another coat of nailpolish
my uber driver said he couldn't find me
and left

it was going to be dark soon and target
security kept asking me questions
about the dressing room
"no, I don't know why the dresses in the changing room are all torn up"
"no, I didn't throw coffee over all the walls"
"no I don't think that's a puddle of blood in the corner"

it was time to go, they'd figure it out soon enough
I made my way across the street to
an auto repair shop.
and somehow managed to startup
old orange van with a for sale sign in the windsheild

more glitter and nail polish at
the intersection of jefferson & venice

I haven't responded to her text in over 36 hours
the cops will be
looking for me soon
the orange van has a bed
and a sink
I pull over near the salton sea
to drink water from the
little sink. I curl my toes
against the shag carpet and dance to music on
pandora

Cornelius said there was
enough mescaline left over at the Library
I arrived to late and didn't want to
wake her
the mescaline was in a wine bottle with
a post it attached that read "DRINK ME"
I did

and passed out in the back of the
orange van
the pink stars threatened eternity
in the aqua sky
I wrote a poem on my
bicep with yellow marker
and shaved my head with the side
of a broken bottle

tomorrow
at the dollar tree I'll pick up
top ramen, colored ballons and a few
cans of 50c beer.



~ echo.syszygy


Sunday, April 2, 2017

Tildy Found The Blue Light {poem}

Tildy Found The Blue Light


Tonight another bird sky, orange blue
wooden twitch plaque
concrete steps
blue lake and a peach tree
what difference does it make if
the
instructions have been made to run backwards


what steps pressed
have been laid
by those
who no longer walk

shadows on sale 1/2 off
and all the monsters running through the aisles
clapping
stomping until all the shadows are sold

they hang them from buildings
they hide them near the
edge of town
like puddles the monsters clomp
through their shadows
like the most unimportant kings before
tiny battles near the
edge of the roaming gardens

that spin prince is dancing sideways
in the subway terminal
his wings scraping the ceiling dusted in black
and some might think
he is the angel of darkness
how he laughs while he dances

mondo-fly
with pink blood on her chin
water swords have been taken from the delicate membrane of lyon
he won't tell; just be back before the
vain-gels wake

but for now
in this very moment
the spin prince
dances and laughs
on the white tiles and iron tracks
near the German subway