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Carla Blaschka Jul 2015
We proposed for Witches Abroad on Broadway, a costume.
As a lure to students, orange and black candy.
Dancing at the prom, cell phones caught the ghouls.
This stretch of road was full of cool cats.
Unlucky ones were left on the side as skeletons.
We swept them clear with our broomsticks.

Our guns were not as brutal as broomsticks.
Bristles hid the ******* end, as if in costume,
No flesh, just skeleton.
Like bags of orange and black candy,
They were left, full of calico cat.
Our familiars, our friends, dinner for a ghoul.

They pulled at the ghoul,
In the hands of a witch, danger came by broomstick,
When ghouls snacked on cat,
In their orange and black fur costume,
Tasting sweet, like candy.
They beat them up and down, but they find another skeleton.

Them ghouls come faster, giving birth to others, another skeleton.
Vocalizing desire for black and white, red and yellow make orange, a ghoul,
Howls for student flavored candy.
A witch lays out one, then another with her broomstick,
Removing the face mask and costume.
Them that can, holler their outrage in cat.

Your *** was revealed in orange and black on a calico cat.
Females cooled themselves of ***, unwilling mates to a skeleton.
Once alive, copulating loudly, now in a death costume.
Walking upright, a neighborhood was destroyed by a ghoul.
Neighbors watched, a witch patrolled on a broomstick.
Your students were seen as human candy.

One wife beater had a juicy rind, sweet and soured candy.
At the dance, hors d’oeuvres were made of cat.
Shot forward, it can create a hole, can a broomstick.
Where stomachs used to be, a skeleton,
Death conquers all, no more ghoul.
One, now many properly attired for the Danse Macabre in costume.

I found an orange, as broomsticks cleaned Broadway of cat candy.
In my student costume and human face mask, my path is crossed by a cat.
It disappeared as if it never was, visible only to Death, a skeleton made by ghoul.
A Halloween Sestina
Carla Blaschka Jul 2015
Food that kills
Food that heals
Produce emotions that we feel

Food that kills
Food that heals
Producers making reels
Exposing the profit with their zeal
Of Bakers of Death cooking ill-health
In boxes like ****
We trade with our wealth

Foods that ****
Making us ill
Presenting its bill
As health care will
when over the hill

Food that kills
Food that heals
Choices made
Our future laid
In debts that will be paid
When we are in our grave
Carla Blaschka Jul 2015
Confining. Tight
Tears altering
Emotions
Facing frustration
Face tight
Anger forcing anguish
Demanding release
Screaming in silence
Until reason reigns
Calm in the face
Of torture
Waiting to ask why
They care about copyright
But cannot care about me
2/7/15. Was having trouble getting mail to my friend in solitary
Carla Blaschka Jul 2015
Fig Pizza melts on my tongue
Dark Chocolate lightening my mood
I could be squashed on the street
Run over by revolution
But I’m not
I could be shot in the abdomen
1…2…3 times for not paying a bus fare
But I’m not

My mood is blue
But my skin is white
I am fed, housed, clothed
Owe debt but cannot be jailed
Don’t have a job but have friends
I am not desperate
Just sad
I am not in isolation
Just a witness to those who are
I am not sick
But see its effects everywhere
I am not rich
But I am, I am
Written 1/24/15. In honor of Oscar Perez Giron fatally shot by police over a bus fare.
Carla Blaschka Jul 2015
Celebrate the Moments
Celebrate Life!

Add alcohol, a bike, a truck and a gun
Then Celebrate Death!

Give it a party…
Cry your tears,
Mourn the deaths and go home

Then wait…

Wait for the moment you pick up the phone to tell him about that funny thing his sister said
The moment before you remember

Wait for the moment you try to buy that Christmas present, the one you’re sure she’ll love.
The moment before you remember

Wait for the moment you cry…
…for the wife he never married
The wedding she never had
The children never born

Wait for the moments you never celebrate
Her award for being the best
His retirement party for a job well done
Their kids’ graduation celebrations

Go home, and wait…
Wait for the moment you meet again
The moment before you pray they’ll say
“I remember”
Carla Blaschka Jul 2015
Bustling activity,

Frenzied brief energy,

Noisy beepers beeping,

Doctors, nurses, calling,

How are you?


How did your weekend go?

Echoes of friends and beaus.

Friendly voices chatter,

plans for weekend matters.

How are you?


Calm Code Reds cut the air,

urgent, requesting care.

Elevators dinging,

Loved ones heard exclaiming,

How are you?


Not given privacy,

Stripped of their dignity.

Phantom guests, masks they wear,

nurses ask, no one cares,

How are you?
The rhythm works best when read aloud. Hear it live at https://youtu.be/ccfn0vGJ3Cw
Carla Blaschka Jul 2015
You’re here

I can hate you.
Hating that I have no control.
Are you deceiving me
How can I tell?
When you’re not here

You’re here

My frustration grows
At all the things I cannot control,
Cannot know
Who do you see?
When you’re not here

You’re here

I want to slap your face
Until your pain matches mine
Are you lying to me
Keeping secrets?
When you’re not here

You’re here

The only one who comes
The only one who cares
I love you for coming
For being here
With me

You’re here
I wish I was there
Hear it live at https://youtu.be/LUwllzpFkmc

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