True vampires

August 18, 2021August 18, 2021 jdoublepfear, poem, poetry, vampires, writing2 Comments

do not fear the sun

True vampires

fear running water

creatures undying

from thirst

I am not a true vampire

because I fear nothing

except the sounds of life:

my heartbeat beat beating

thick blood that pulses against the walls of aging veins carrying to everything the air I come from and am becoming

I have seen true vampires

hesitating, panting, pacing along the river quays

calling out to family and friends

forever stuck in place

until the river changes course

or exhausts itself

into a winding, weaving trail of ash and dust

I have seen true vampires

And I fear nothing except the sounds of life

Other Mild Skin Conditions

July 2, 2021 jdoublepcalamine, poem, poetry, writingLeave a comment

 
  I lie awake at night
  scratching my chest 
  until I hit battered rib

 I believe there is a secret 
 behind my solar plexus 
 my fingernails know how to find it
 after the sun goes down
 
It is a curious thing, 
to be alive 
in the dark,
itching,
forever itching,
searching for some treasure
buried beyond white wet bone

Haiku for a Cyclical

June 22, 2021 jdoublephaiku, poem, poetry, tick tock, writingLeave a comment

<--to thoughts about time:
how it moves, how it loops,
how it leads one back-->

Buoyancy

June 21, 2021 jdoublepfloating, poem, poetry, river, writingLeave a comment

Floating down
The River of Darkness

Floating down
The River of Night

Floating down
The River of Nothing

Got a feeling
Something ain’t right
 
Floating down
The River of Sorrow

Floating down
The River Gone Black

Floating down
The River of Goodbyes

Don’t know when
I’ll be floating back

2 Haiku for Anti-Common Sense

May 12, 2021 jdoublepcovidiots, poem, poetry, writing2 Comments

An anti-vaccine 
conspiracy is leading 
the anti- to mask up

Human behavior
makes no sense, driven by fear;
more rare, by love

Remind Me

May 11, 2021 jdoublepamnesiac, poem, poetry, writingLeave a comment

In the early hours, I cry
Take shallow breaths 
Fight nausea

Forget I am a man
Forget I am responsible 
Forget I am 
Exactly what I said I was

Forgetful
Forgetting
Forgotten

Liquor Run

May 8, 2021 jdoublepdrank, drink, drunk, liquor, music, poem, poetry, song, writingLeave a comment

It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Well it’s Friday night and I just clocked out
Pay-check in my hand so you know what I’m about
Throw the truck in reverse then I throw it to first
Peelin’ out the parking lot ‘cause I gotta quench my thirst

It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
Time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Now I been out in the field all day 
and you been cleaning your life away 
What we both need is couple of drinks
To whet our whistles - tell me whaddayou think?

What’s that you’re saying? 
The cabinet’s dry? 
There ain’t no bourbon and there ain’t no rye? 
There ain’t no vodka and there ain’t no beer?
Well what the hell are we doing just standing here?

It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
Time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Now the liquor store man he knows me well
Calls me Mister when he makes that sell 
Got a big box ready to lock and load
With bottle after bottle of that liquid gold

It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
Time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Didja get that whiskey?
You bet!
Didja get that rum?
I didn’t forget!
Didja get tequila?
¡Sí, Sí, Sí!
A bottle of scotch?
Oh yes indeed!
Didja grab some beer?
A case or two!
What about the wine?
Some from me, some for you!
Didja get some gin?
Of course, I did!
Well then get on home and let’s pop them lids!

Let’s drink until we can’t drink no more!
Let’s dance on the couches and sleep on the floor!
Let’s stir up shit like pigs in pen!
Let’s get up tomorrow and do it all again!

When it’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
Time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

To Retire at Peace

May 1, 2021 jdoubleplight, poem, poetry, writingLeave a comment

You once were a body 
of dirt and tiny roots, 
grub worms and cicadas.

Sometime in the night 

you turned to grey stone 
and started to question 
the idea of mobility.

You forgot that erosion 
is a rock’s sure-fire ticket 

to a beachside retreat
someplace nice and warm.

It took only 10,

000 years and 1,

000,000,000 raindrops 

to remind you.

Now you enjoy 
frozen piña coladas 

in a body of light, 

a body prone to catch fire 
given prolonged exposure,

a body prone to move faster
than anything else you’ve known.

Negation

April 27, 2021April 27, 2021 jdoubleppoem, poetry, smooches, writingLeave a comment

A secret is not

Necessarily a mystery

And a mystery is not

Necessarily a problem

And a problem is not

Necessarily an obstacle

And an obstacle is not

Necessarily a tragedy

And a tragedy is not

Necessarily a sadness

And a sadness is not

Necessarily a lover

And a lover is not

Necessarily a necessity

And a necessity is not

Necessarily a secret

So shhh, shhhhhhhh

Kiss me, just kiss me

Good For

April 26, 2021April 26, 2021 jdoublepgood for nothing, poem, poetry, writing2 Comments

This poem's gonna make you do the watusi
This poem's gonna make you piss in the jacuzzi
This poem's gonna make you drop down in a fit
This poem's gonna make you feel like stir-fried shit
This poem's gonna make your bones brittle and cold
This poem's gonna make you feel 98 years old
This poem's gonna tell everyone all your dirty thoughts
This poem's gonna know for how much you can be bought
This poem's a maverick, gun-toting psychopath
This poem's a queer ghost full of grey wrath
This poem's American as apple-flavored pie
This poem's a blue and a black and a purple-pink eye
This poem's a kick in the pearly white teeth
This poem's a bastard, a bitch, and a queef
This poem's gonna stop rhyming on the next line and
this poem's gonna toss and turn at night thinking about you and
this poem’s gonna wonder how to make it work and buy two tickets to paradise and sneak you out of the house, through the garden, past the guards, and you and this poem are gonna run away together into the moonlit prairie and get lost in the tall grass and call each other by secret names and fall to the dirt laughing and drift off to sleep gazing into each other’s eyes, holding hands, and wake up with smiles because that's what
poetry is good for,
if anything at all.

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True vampires

Other Mild Skin Conditions

Haiku for a Cyclical

Buoyancy

2 Haiku for Anti-Common Sense

Remind Me

Liquor Run

To Retire at Peace

Negation

Good For