I never post “new poems” I’ve submitted. Most sites consider them “published” even when on a personal blog. So this is an exception. But I think the recent pic taken kinda’ goes with the recent poem. Hope you benefit from my poet rebel status. *If you are a cool site interested in publishing, please forgive me. Just take the poem and my apology and we’ll call it even 🙂 (Thank you ditch for publishing 12/5)
Kiss homeless on foreheads while they sleep on the knoll
in front of the library at City Hall; drink their dreams dry and spit out seeds
from their nightmares. Wipe the soil from their brows;
grind it into skin. Tatted euphemisms yet to come.
Tiptoe, naked through the ghetto; genitalia is universal: neutral,
and you’re less likely to be mistaken for having gang ties.
Ignore single mothers’ cries, curbside memorials,
and barricaded cul-de-sacs. They occur too frequently.
Sift sand on the shore smirking at the sea, once cerulean currents
of non-conformity now jaded, gagged, bound by breakwater.
Sit Indian-style in garages, sifting through “medicinal” haze
lifting to the rafters. And chew on songs birthed from wombs
of empty Corona bottles pardoning indie bands swum mainstream.
Follow the gulls.
They know where the best places in town are to eat.