"cloddy" poems
Her first name did not fit
she wore cloddy shoes &
knees & elbows were
dead skin & lived
above a bar with
a pockmarked
brother & invisible mother,
she ate cardboard, chalk,
paper & paste;
Glory was her name.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
I̫ ̰̻̥̯̰̖̰w̖̤̗̞a̮͚͚̜̹͓n̪͙ͅt̤̭ ̳͍̝͍̰m͓̠y̗ ̯̭̝͎̱̲d͎̼̙̺a̭͈ṳ̺g̦͕͙̠h̲̫̯̩̱t̗͉͚͚̲e̺͔̤̮r̪̲̟̱̭ ͔ba͎c̯k͉̗͖
̭̠̣͍
̜I̗̜ ̰̼̳̥̻̙̹w̳͕̞͚̭̠a̟̠͍̲̦̜̝n̯͖̹̙̦̝̝t͚̙̙ ̦͎͈h͈e̜͚r̯̰͇̦̝,̠̖̞
̪̖̼͈s̫̜he͖ ̣̹w̥a̘̱̯̯s̗ͅ ̤̯͇̖ṣ̩we̱̭̦̭̜̩ͅe̟̩̳͙̝ͅt̪ ̖͇̱̳̪a̲͕̝͈n̠̺̲̬ͅd͚͕̫̪̘̳͇
̞͎͓̣͚̝͚ ̮̜̖ ̩̦̹̞̫̼͈ ̻̠̮̠ ̜̠̼̹͍͍͕k̰͖i̜n͇d̖̦
̥̟̼͇̮ḁ͖̤͓͇͖ͅn̳͉̱̹͕̰̗d̪̻̮̰
͇̜͚̜̮͓̥ ̜͈̭̘͔ ̞n͉͙o͕͔̦͈t̙̯̻̭̱̝ ͖͓̙l̮̳̣͙̞̙i͉͖̱͍͚̥̠ke̖ ̗̩͎̤̪y͖͇̼̯ou̗̬
͖̙̱͓̯̰I̹̺̗̻̼̲̫ ͕͕w̰̳̥̜a͚̯n̩t ̩̺̥͖̤̘h͖͉͖e̖̳͈͙͕̬r̝͓͖ ͇̻̱̖̝b̩a͔̻͇ck̺
I'll send a missive
a parcel, haplessly packaged
by these bumbling, cloddy digits
fill it with frailties
objet d'art of mine
my careful reminiscence
de anima
I will slice
like slivers of gold
pour in my intellect
places, names, things, phrases
I was sure I would forget
I'll synopsize my soul
throw it in a box,
carted off and off
until I'm set on the doorstep
an ogle and a gaze-in
at my what and whatnot
no return address
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
The sun shone bright
against the clear blue sky
The waves pushed to and fro
making paste from the sand
Seagulls cried to the others ashore
as their shadows shaded my eyes
A cool ocean breeze passed through
oh it feels so grand
I lift my eyes up to the sky as
skin stretches into a smile
I wish to shout but I like it
how I could be here forever
All I can hear is someting that
stands from a mile
A being, no, somebody, no, either way
something kept calling never
It only lingers in my head but
soon I was walking to the body
The water was cold and warm
as it gently licked at my feet
The water was like a friend
inviting me in like I was cloddy
Yet as my toes dug slowly in the sand
my feet walking deeper beneathe
This is very much a situation
I find the ocean to be very funny
And so I laugh
I laugh until my sides hurt
The water is now up to my neck
my body slowly turning gummy
I just stand there
salt clings onto my shirt
The ocean gently rocks me
as it takes me away from the pain
And which I call to life
I will be alright
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC