Poppy Fields: Poems

Sep 2018 · 218

Webbing

Poppy Fields Sep 2018

Webbing

You fastened my wings to your web
It's a sticky situation, sure
Holding hands, hanging by a thread
But I want all your eyes on me

Sep 2018 · 446

Relying On You

Poppy Fields Sep 2018

Relying On You

Put your head on me
Lay it on my shoulder.
Murmur kindly at me
Accept my gerberas
Be the world to me.
Let me know that you're breathing, at least.

#infatuation

Sep 2018 · 326

Bedroom Window

Poppy Fields Sep 2018

Bedroom Window

The tree by my bedroom window claws at the door and dances
Encouraged by the oncoming storm
That's why I keep the blinds shut
To keep the outside out
But moonlight seeps into my bed anyway

Sep 2018 · 196

Larson

Poppy Fields Sep 2018

Larson

The myth of the house
Is that it's tasteful.
But your mother exalted its beauty.
Cover your eyes,
Sit still in blindness,
Let her take the wheel,
Wait in line.
The light shrieks in chorus.

Dec 2017 · 220

Even

Poppy Fields Dec 2017

Even

It peeks through my armor and sprouts out my back
Taken from me and I gladly let it go
Millipedes are kind animals, centipedes are not
Araneae is what's possessing me
(maybe it's what I am)
but I can't help but think of other bugs, of independence

Dec 2017 · 488

Magma

Poppy Fields Dec 2017

Magma

A warm breeze blows a warm greeting
Inhale, exhaust
Choke the way you did looking at your father's shoes
After the game
Magma runs over your feet but you think about those days
And say, "I'm not miserable"

Apr 2017 · 5.2k

Oasis, Wine Vision

Poppy Fields Apr 2017

Oasis, Wine Vision

**** them, they don’t
have to pay for parking.

My feet have tread there
a thousand times,
but only now do I see
the weight of
my million pictures.

I borrowed your eyes
for a moment,
to think through you
in a drunken view.

#chicago #oasis

Apr 2017 · 397

Incise

Poppy Fields Apr 2017

Incise

My pinkies don’t bend right.
They get locked in place
attempting to navigate space
so they turn introspective,
going inward.

My aunt is a palm reader.
She looked at my lines,
at the small age of nine,
and wisely determined
my destiny.

My right hand is clumsy.
To be a good surgeon
I needed to burgeon
despite my weak faith
and faults.

#npmhands

Apr 2017 · 219

Bleak

Poppy Fields Apr 2017

Bleak

We want dead children!
Empty faces, no smiles.
Tired of a shoeless life
where the promised future
is torn from my hands.

Apr 2017 · 824

Fruit Loops

Poppy Fields Apr 2017

Fruit Loops

She’s a rotten apple,
shiny and waxed,
full of appeal.
Peel her up,
and you’ll find
a girl past her prime.

#npmmeta

Apr 2017 · 1.3k

Lonewidth

Poppy Fields Apr 2017

Lonewidth

Each person has their own lonewidth,
some precise as a laser linewidth.

The meaning of a “lonewidth”
is something I can not give forthwith,
because I am not a proper wordsmith,
but I am glad I could be a lonewidth
you.

#napowrimo #neologism #napowrimo2017

Apr 2017 · 591

Blue Moon

Poppy Fields Apr 2017

Blue Moon

Ocean waves have gently pulsed
in your ear, ever since
you walked out of the sea.

The moon, her shining face,
so far from home, holds your
hand and weeps in peace.

You prefer it that way,
standing alone, glad
the captain is going down
with his ship, in comfort.

#napowrimo #nocturne #napowrimo2017

Apr 2017 · 334

Lightning Round

Poppy Fields Apr 2017

Lightning Round

Stormy answers
have haunted
us always.

#npmmicro

Apr 2017 · 343

Gateway Faraway

Poppy Fields Apr 2017

Gateway Faraway

Let's abandon the shell,
the tumor, void and waiting.
What I desperately wanted
I haven't found.

Want something?
Insect wings or compound eyes?
A world where boys
need to be short?

Sleep gave me
electric hands in the 1920's.
Making paradise is a dream!
My shop's always open!

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