Blueberry Skin or Claw

I’ve been off my meds

so long I can’t tell 

if the bear is real

or I’ve been caught

in the fly trap of a meme.

Every doctor has a pill

with a suicide note,

umm I mean side effects,

so maybe I’m just

dancing in a hallucination.

This forest looks a lot 

like concrete with a Camero

in metal mating season

sniffing a pollen yellow stripe

for a female who thinks speed

is an aphrodisiac.

A scenario keeps spinning

in my head about choosing

between furry Godzilla

and stick shift Romeo.

It feels like I’d be safer with claws

than trapped with the one

who likes to film blueberry skin

with a camera. 

©Susie Clevenger 2024

Word Garden List ~ Help! A Bear Is Eating Me!

 

When Doves Join Foxes

 

On the skeleton box car of bones and screams

the damned rattle the bars while

the wealthy dance their extravagance

along the tracks of hell.

Bloated on gold and blind to suffering

their pittance of charity doesn’t go as far

as their red leather shoe soles chasing recognition.

It doesn’t matter where I travel through history

the same is the same – The poor suffer

while the moneyed own the key to the wallet. 

When doves join foxes and creatures chase light,

the grave bell no longer scares the bleeding. 

Climbing stairs that only go down I carry a sword

with names of the who’s who of no longer should be.

A slice through a chain, a song of revolution

emboldens the desolate to seek retribution.

In the fire without smoke I watch the meek become bold.

There’s nothing fiercer than nothing left to lose.

I’m no superhero, no goddess demanding praise,

just a woman who wants to remove the rails

from the track so history can’t carry its malevolence

into the future. 

©Susie Clevenger 2024

Shay's Word Garden ~ Life After Life