Friday, March 23, 2018

Mind's Gone Blind

I’m searchin’ hell
for a drink of cold water,
mind’s gone blind,
can’t see to think.

Who’s gonna talk
when there isn’t answers?
Who’s gonna walk
when legs can’t run?

I’ve been freezin’
in the desert.
I’ve been burnin’ in snow.

Who’s gonna pray
when lies get louder?
Who’s gonna sing
when my dyin’ is done?

©Susie Clevenger 2018

I wrote this poem after listening to Larkin Poe's song, Look Away. When inspiration nudges I flow with it.

Friday55 ~ March 23, 2018

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