old woman floats the
putting of an order in
the day…tick tock… no
aspirin for two hours…
while toxic juice leaks
from defrosting chicken
and cat sleeps in-different
upon floored Bargello
pillows…stitch in time…when
Eddie was in high school…
hear his music tin-tinnitus
dry rot the wallboards in
her ears to muffle pumping
somewhere in her ribs on
tree limb bones wrapped
cotton bark to tingle fire
of roots in woolen socks on
old… tick tock…smolder woman
Art by Pablo Picasso
11 thoughts on “tick tock smolder woman”
this is not unlike Kerouac’s blues poetry, coming from the other direction …
…and perhaps it is a bit of Ginsberg howl. Thank you, Ward for your perception.
So incredibly descriptive.
Glad you think so, Nancy. Smiles.
I like your tag “olding”… an ongoing stitch in time. Another good one Bonnie
Getting easier to project ahead in time, Jana, yet not there yet. Thank you.
Particularly like the tempo and rhythm of these last two poems, Bonnie. So fine…
That’s important for me to know, Jana, and I greatly respect your observations. xoxo
Sometimes the drum beat is stronger, Jana. Again and always, thank you.
This is a painting waiting or a dance to drumming…it moves and images in many directions and works in all…
That’s so encouraging, John. Thank you very much. Very.