Lines Written Upon Feeling a Warm Breeze on My Face for the First Time This Spring

Don't put me in the Narrow Bed
When at last I lay my head...

If dust -- as chimney sweepers must--
Then in the air my mettle rust --

The wind to blow upon the bones
A melody of cheerful tones,

The sun to warm a cooling heart...

A feast of CULINARY ART
For worm and grub and bug and crow...

For Pete's sake, better lay me low!

Pickle and stuff my empty shell --
Just save me from the maggot's hell!



This started out as serious thought, but even I recognize how bad it was, so...voila: Compost Tea (of me).

Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!

I want to be

The poetry bus is running on Monday, and I've decided to jump on early with this poem that accidentally fits Padhraig Nolan's prompt. We were to choose a particular picture (see here for directions) and write a poem to accompany it. This picture just fits my mood. I've been way too serious lately, so it's time to lighten up a bit!

I post this with apologies to all my trashy friends, but sometimes,


I want to be

one of those trashy girls

in the too tight jeans

and the too short tank tops

that I saw on the porch

of the biker bar

on Route 60.

I want to stand

with a beer in my hand.

I want my curls long and loose.

I want to wear high heeled shoes

or platforms.

I want my toes peeking out,

my nails painted blue.

I want a tatoo.

I want to go somewhere

with the wind in my hair.

I want to be full of sass.

I want to kick somebody's...