Just Some Bad Poetry

Today is starfish crackers,

jumping off verbal cliffs,

and watching snowflakes

get stuck in their own glue.

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Is it Friday, or Tuesday?

It’s hard to tell in the Texas hell

of waltzing with the devil’s politics

while wondering if sending your

television to a watery grave

will stop you from reaching

for another shot of tequila.

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Yen or urge.

It’s funny the word

could mean money

or a strong desire

to eat a cookie.

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I’m pretty sure I’m

an attempted cubist painting.

I live in a 3d reality,

but the artist ran

out of paint to cover

my geometry.

©Susie Clevenger 2024

Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ B is for Bad Poetry

 

Pixelated in Time

Everything once seemed so clear,

details captured in the highest resolutions,

dreams emphatically, manically

positioned on pages we couldn’t touch,

but the world could steal for the price

of a stolen pass code.

You and I lived our romance believing 

Jesus in sliced toast would answer

every prayer if we only trusted

we could see what wasn’t there. 

Life was never flesh and blood.

It was love poems chasing a cursor,

the joy of a screen with a camera, intimacy 

as warm as the right emoji, a pink blush

of promises tomorrow we’d kiss.

We were fools writing our own fantasy,

sun bathers beneath a desk lamp making plans

in sand we believed would never shift.

It all ended when messages became ghosts,

and bubbles no longer formed words,

I don’t know which one of us disappeared first.

Perhaps it was me…

In the backspace and erase,

bold face upper case love chase,

the joy of fireworks turned cold

when I finally admitted you were

only a man with an internet address. 

©Susie Clevenger 2024

I've seen a few Catfish episodes. Don't judge :)

Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Jesus Cow