Poetry Breakfast – 05-10-2019:
Author: qbit
Lives and works in NYC with wife and apartment-sized dog. (Wife is regular-sized of course...)
Quadrille – Uppity
Upstart whimsy
says shake it up,
wake it up –
shake loose from under
that downy blanket,
down so long don’t know
which way is up,
preposterous preposition
gets a heads up noogie
man up up up and away
the whole skyward gizmo
upended
For dVerse Quadrille
Two Poems Up at Euphemism
Euphemism, Spring 2019:
Delivery
The sun, great spectral
obstetrician – yes! –
doctor
of divinity – M.D., M.B.E., A.C.E.
delivering us to morning
in scrubs of light –
and us squalling our birthright
across the broken waters,
our faces squashed with
pillow marks,
anxiously counting our blessings,
our newborn fingers
and toes.
For dVerse Quadrille
And The Twiglets
The River Incult
the geese nervous
in the wolf grass,
their necks question marks
unanswered
fishhook rain worms
cast in the shape of query
spit out and drowned in pools
on the sidewalk
the river incult, incant, trolling its
inquisition questionable, a
what have you
mist, missed?
For dVerse Quadrille
Quadrille 75
We hammered words
into the soil,
our mauls spiking
“necessity,” “desire,”
staking guy wires
to raised intent.
And the sun lay on the wind
like a pair of work gloves
left on a roll of cable,
the evening and
coming rain,
our unfinished labor.
For dVerse Quadrille
Quadrillion – Nectarine
Jammed my head
into the mud, let
my mind root around,
thoughts coming up
roses or thistles or
rutabagas,
dirty minded sure,
but what price
glory and riot
of color, scent,
her wandering
in my garden, pluck,
bringing to her lips,
sips, like nectar.
For dVerse Quadrille
