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

BYOB

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

2018

Friday 55 ~ March 16, 2018

Greener on the Other Side of the Curtain

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

Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform

Doll Play

“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

Real Toads ~ Curtain Falls
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Friday 55 ~ March 9, 2018