Friday, March 16, 2018


We’ll drink wine
from your glass of dread,
host hellions, and sing spells
of full moon absolution.

Type finger words talk across our skin
in little barbs tongue twisted
into faux humor until sneers
 grind our smiles into weapons.

If hell has a candle, we’ll bring a match.
Oh and it’s BYOB (bring your own brimstone.)

©Susie Clevenger

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Greener on the Other Side of the Curtain

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Floor length sheer drapes attract the curious.
Eyes like the tease, fantasize silhouettes,
mind pen dialogue to fill in emptiness.

There’s a bit of romance in
“the lives are always greener
on the other side of the curtain.”

Voyeurs can excuse their window peeping
with exclamations table lamp invitations are issued
every night when darkness flirts with light.

With the slamming of a door routine interjects
itself into the tableau… Watchers return to dinner,
dog walks, and channel surfing toward sleep.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Friday, March 9, 2018

Doll Play

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“We are all just little dolls ourselves.
Who occasionally pull back the
curtains to reveal the real us."
- Bruce Erik Kaplan

Doll play saves questions.
I can dress my sideshow in acceptable,
mannequin walk to pop tune shallow,
and keep the mirror close to my hip.

It gets a bit plastic on the dull side,
but if I lift the curtain too often
on my weird, the offended are
shortchanged the full smug 
of their outrage.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Sunday, February 25, 2018

A Beggar's Glimpse

I look through flashes
dreaming of vision in the
time walk of blindness.

Losing the glory of lilacs
to a pinhole, I pluck color
from images to paste
in my memory.

A beggar’s glimpse of moonlight
is the prayer I speak to stay
midnight’s encroachment…

A faint light pirouettes across
the milky pond of my iris.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

I had an eye scare this week. All is well, but I must say it was a bit traumatic. I wrote this from my perspective of anxiousness and watching a family member’s struggle with blindness.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Sleepless In America

The moon stares at me through my window
in blinks of wind branch and silhouetted leaves.
Sleep hides beneath the covers and far from my pillow.

Why do questions stalk peace as thieves
well trained to invade as soon as my head
screams for the mind numb only slumber relieves?

I walk the hours of sun fighting off the dread
of a world drunk on building tribes to squander freedom
on divisive rants of rewind, repeat, the lies must be fed.

In the wrinkling of my nest I curse an apple eaten,
Genesis ink knowledge is evil, inquiry needs suppression.
Morning sings rebellion, but night moans beaten.

Mother Moon, please speak, give me direction
on how I can sleep when compassion is pilloried on tongues of aggression.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2018

Friday, February 9, 2018

Through My Claws

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I silk wrapped my curves
to lure you closer to the burn,
remorse only wept when
the scars didn’t bleed.

Star tattooed night was the heaven
where hell sipped champagne
from the hole in your dreams.

I sang through my claws,
but you didn’t learn the words.
“Too late” whimpers the fool.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Friday 55

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Gather Silent Hands

Gather those who do not clap,
I’ve touted my worth in sacred words
of ego sing, and stars and stripes.

Traitors sit with hands in laps.
They are enemies who won’t agree
nothing is or can be better than me.

Every knee shall bow, every tongue,
oh wait, I hear devils speak of Watergate,
but story be, the gaslight’s still lit.

Damn those bended knees that
weren’t sanctioned by me…
It doesn’t matter why, just apple pie toward offend.

I’ll side step, give a wink to the bear,
blame those whose hands don’t meet with a shout,
and reduce democracy to the swill of divide.

©Susie Clevenger 2018