"capris" poems
**there's nothing personable about wintry skies above the boston harbor
it gets ugly along the ridgepole of rhode island and providence plantations
this time of year
i ink off the dome
along the varicose veins of these violent streets
we smash more
because life indoors
is the gateway to new manners
or points of psychosis
if your boo doesn't get you
enough to get along
it storms snow where we bump
some think it's fine
or that it's by design lakes freeze over here
and mold mirrors made with angels in mind
but it's a terrific tragedy
the death of colors, inhibitions and innocence
choked away from the branches certain seasons undress
the way no one knows enough to mourn
but mother nature's a chameleon
and new england is the skin that won't keep
it's the backend of the wannabe springtime middays in may
when shorties lose their minds again
a few hours every other day
rock cutoffs and capris
because the sun showed her shine again
but she's so premature
and we've dreamed dreams before this way
against the grain
so we get high to get by like smokeheads do
but i need something sexier to wake up to
like garden birds and backyard bird feeders
american robins and the orioles
that i imagine must use their sugar water to maintain better bongs
because it's a slow burn...
the backside of northeastern calendar months
and my consequent mood swings
are 1 of 2 things that need adjusting
but it is what it is, and too cold anyway
so smiles crack beneath the pressure
like glass poets in poetry slams**
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I ran into an old friend
styled brunette hair
fire engine red lipstick
rose blouse open to
possibilities
white capris and.....
flip flops
we hugged and exchanged
pleasantries
caught up with another
we walked away.
no second glances
no look back at a
shaking ***
she used to blow me
so....
no goodbye kisses either
It had been two years
since I had seen her
It was a cool southern morning
The afternoon would be sweltering
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
Does she wonder what I’ll think
when I find that freshly burned
evidence of a habit—I thought—
she dropped long ago? What upsets
me the most is that she couldn’t
confront her weakness enough
to buy a cheaper brand.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
"One day, my baby, one day..."
Earphones blaring
Is anyone staring?
I'm looking and glaring
My life is a reflection
Different sensations
Forbidden temptations
In abundance, oh oh in abundance.
Late nights of foreplay
More days of who says
Paramore is punk rock
Nah, man--I'd hate to be that sanctimonious ***** but
**** my ****
Para para para
A ground for me to stand on
As my heart continues to waver on to the pacific sea.
"Dope, shoot it up--straight to the heart please."
Yes, this is me--the girl with unkempt hair and a messy soul.
No cigarettes lit
No fathers hit.
Nirvana shirt crumpled for a Queen
Capris & Chicken Legs
Tattered flip flops
Hair more unkempt than ever.
You know what?
**** my **** **** my **** **** my ****
Dangerous and courageous
Yeah--no that it is not who I am
A girl who just discovered her inner jezebel
Or a girl who understands hell?
I want to be one of you all
I want to be a lover this fall*
A dreamer, a painter, a believer.
Blasting Cobain's voice under my shaggy hair
Jack Kerouac's truth shining through
His words give comfort.
"Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable"
Schizophrenic, psychotic
Lithium, H.M.
"For once I'm just gonna live".
Thanks to men like you, thanks to women like you
The girl with unkempt hair and a messy soul
Messier souls and more unkempt hair days await her
She may smile softly or bite in another 'sorry!'
But she's....moving on.
Thank you, U.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
THAT FIRST WARM DAY...
I remember when I was in grade school
Which is now called middle school
That first warm day
I would rush home from school
Run upstairs and dig out my shorts
From the cedar chest
Where mom store our summer clothes.
They always smelled like cedar,
But it didn't matter
It was spring and warm outside.
And I was determined to wear shorts.
But mom was cautious
It's too early she would say...
Your going to get sick
That is what they thought back then
There was nothing better then
Slipping on your shorts
on the first warm day of Spring
running down to a friends
And calling their name
Can you come out to play
There was nothing like the smell
And the warmth of
THAT FIRST WARM DAY....
by Judy
I still get that feeling on the first warm day, but no cedar chest, just totes, and no more shorts, but I will dig out a few capris...and I want to plant flowers...
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
I caught you walking down the street
summer hair and red capris
asked why you did me wrong
Why did you throw me down?
I look up with blurry eyes
to mountains and foamy skies
The tip of my tongues tasting dour
Why’d you toss me off the tower?
You said love was all for fools
hot blood and lusting drool
maybe I’m just a tool
discarded by the Putrid Queen?
This cruel world always reaps
spilling darkness forever seeps
I can’t outrun the flow
Why did you leave me for dead?
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
I love the idea of the tortured genius
the encaged intellectual
trapped artist
It's poetic,
Somehow
Bursting with knowledge
Intellect
Creativity
Except..
not bursting.
A balloon one breath short of
POP!
A prison cell for ideas
Always at war
A raging internal hurricane that only escapes in whispers, occasionally
"What did you say?"
"...Nothing"
Such a splendidly gorgeous mind,
Hidden behind a shy sweater and a pair of old conflicted capris
I love the idea of the tortured genius.
The life of one?
Not so much
It's poetic,
In a tragic sort of way
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
same *** train wrecks effecting perplexed Texas housewives
who’s lives can never be the same again
they fearfully place toddlers into shopping cart jail cells
and whisk them haphazardly through produce islands
and cereal box displays –
broken bottle beneath the battered bed wetter
bending back before brackish beer bests him
She runs up and down crowded streets in a frantic tizzy
smeared eyeliner explains the due date is really just a number
and that without help
surely
they will take this precious bundle of joy –
fast asleep in a drunken coma only the steady sound
of deep unrelenting snores can be heard throughout the concrete tomb
with a tiny human perched precariously on a calloused knee
tears of resolute frustration fall on flower print Capris
holding in one hand every form of ID the state offers
and in the other, a forehead –
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
brown mousy hair
shapeless smile
there are only vacancies
all the enamel is long since gone and
hardened her skin, yet she smiles all the while she shops
she eyes her gains and stops
happy noises and she dances
like a little girl
childrens' bike
adult one too, part of this trip
nice pair brown capris,
other shopping bags litter at her feet
while she finds bargains at her
favourite big box outlet - Dumpsters
where she shops.
©DWE082013
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
Clad in crisp capris,
A serious striped sweater.
Sunburnt skin scratched,
By blades of misty grass.
Two beasts barking,
Perched on the porch.
Marching through her meticulous meadow,
Mary welcomes morning in Maine.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
Shadow, Shadow
Within my dream,
Have I dreamed you awake,
Said Lizard King To Peace Frog? Peace Frog says it's
Old anchovy, Rare bits of beef
And I can't remember the last thing I said,
Except that which I see.
Is that just a dream
Within a dream,
Or just a brush of Raven's wing? But Lizard King I dream what I dream awake,
How can that be?
Shadow sees what fades to passing, another dream
Within a dream.
And I look at the burning sun
Bleeding paint like a river.
And I think of my job,
And I think of nothing at all,
As a baby night bug crawls
Along the spiral of my page,
Invading worlds beneath my fingers.
Oceans, Worlds, Suns and
Arcs of light beyond our being. Nothing moves in silence.
Wondering of stories
Forgotten as a child,
Yet nothing's forgotten,
Yet all is forgiven.
Conciliatory Shadows,
Reckoning light,
Pink and blue and coral
Dreams of light and line
And space and Shadow
And Shadow.
Therin lies your answer
Peace Frog says to Lizard King. This welcome mat beneath you, this simple
Weaves of straw an steel,
And the streetlight bends
Behind me, then gone.
So are Lizard King and Peace Frog.
Where have they gone?
To Shadow,
To the realm of Shadow.
And I see my Father's face,
Darkening, lighting
In the streetlights.
As the stink of the factories
Fill the air.
And my Dad would talk of jazz, while I turned the radio
To Donovan, Mellow Yellow,
And its 1966.
And I think of my job,
Revolving wheels,
Sparks and Sun Dogs,
And I think of Shadow,
Shadow,
And red headed women
In Capris,
And the light of the sun
Blinding in noon.
Dreams of bright nothings.
Bon Bon's of scarlet.
Shadow, Shadow,
What to make of such things?
Shadow smiles as Buddha,
Says a sliver of sleep
Is all you need.
Do I cipher a riddle
From the air?
And I wonder of Shadow,
Will he haunt me forever?
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
Weather for the 1st in a while
Perfect
Warm sun shining I got my fav
Shell shirt on
With my new legging capris
A nice bra birthday posts
My option to do what I like
What I want too
Feeling beautiful and pretty
My best for the 1 and only day of the year
Even tho I can't walk due to my broken ankle
I still pretend that nothing is wrong ]
As if I could jump run skip walk my own way style
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
I remember back when it was all so simple and carefree.
Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and capris suns, grandma and grandpa's was the place to be.
You were always there.
Making jokes and poking fun.
Your time on this earth brought smiles to almost everyone.
When we grew older and things changed for us all.
We came to know suffering and taking a fall.
Family gatherings became less and few.
Sadness took a hold of you too.
You worked harder than most and deserved the best.
You knew love, family, and made it feel like home to us.
Now it has come, your time for rest.
It came too soon, happened too fast.
All we want is to rewind the past.
You will always live on in our hearts and memories.
In each of our smiles and all of our dreams.
You will always be there in the echoes of our laughter, in the salt of our tears, and in the hollows of our hearts.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
capris in the summer
not because i like to
but becuse i have to
it seems silly because all people wear shorts
but not me
because i was a cutter
and the scars are hidious
so i go on like everyone else
just wearing capris in the summer
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC