Wednesday Quintet for Failure Battles

The window shade was sealed shut.
Harry could not bark at black cats,
but I could not be cheered
by the arrival of a new day.

Evergreen needles poked at my lungs.
Frost shooed away the new heavens.
Mexico with guns and no map.
Stole a horse and bummed pop.

Full tank of gas,
stark desire to go nowhere,
but I went to work anyway.
The garage door was open.

I rode like an elephant on my hospital bed.
Safe, but my bed was fast and unrestrainable.
I laid giant, orange turds in sharp and frigid pot holes.
The people loved me softly but didn’t follow me.
When I pulled in and parked at work, pulled sheets away,
my trunk meandered round and round,
praying gently for deliverance of love and water.

I dragged my brain in full, cavernous gutter.
Heater was plagued and polluted sanity.
Fresh tires loved the asphalt. My thinned hair hung
in murky, squalid water with floating Popsicle sticks.



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  1. #1 by Evelyn on February 24, 2011 - 1:20 pm

    “Frost shooed away the new heavens”
    wow just for this line. wow.
    I like these grouped like this. its a good idea. they do flow together.
    I like III the best.
    The garage door being open that happy/sad push into the world.

    • #2 by Carl on February 24, 2011 - 7:24 pm

      Oh, thank you. I like III best too. It was the first.

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