Discounted Poetry

At any point, The train will duly shake the walls In under twenty minutes. She knows well. O, my queen, I want to sit beside you knees And spill my heart in public, But the stinking joker talks forever, Prattling on for no one's pleasure. There's no pause within this royal scene For tender sentiments. In chambers Off the side, Her smile fools all common men Into believing they are midnight lovers, Highly secret treasured knights. Outside, the horses run in rounds. The stable boys are shoving forks Into the brittle stacks of hay. The air's fermenting, Sticking to my marshy skin. I'm turning back To see her crown Is shrinking as I leave Returning home Across the tracks. - 10/27/26

The sky is hiding from the evil sun. You conjure Steinbeck's slow turtle In the rippling mirage. You're pouring gasoline Into the engine Which will never run. The turtle now could race you, Beat you, Leave you far behind, Astonished, Showering in searing sand. You see yourself Adrift from shore And frantic, Interweaving arms and legs To keep your face above the surface. Cut the cords around the gold Before it pulls you to the ocean floor. - 10/26/26

Saturday. Another glacier is melting, Sliding, Sending waves above our heads. We have a president who only Gets his angry chubby fist Caught fast inside the cookie jar. They're burning Europe once again. The richest man in the world's Investing, building for the future, Sending all the blacks he hates Across the stars for good. Our favorite celebrities are dead Mere days before a hundred. I sip my coffee I have quit my Netflix to afford. I'm wondering If I'm the reason You sashayed up to the table In the cafeteria On Tuesday. - 10/23/26

Despite the year-long drought, A tile tumbled off the sky, The only sign A day or two. I'm starting to suspect Something happened, Weekend absence brought  Unexpected gains. She is touching Skin on skin More often, Daily, And when I linger After every bell goes off, She still remains. The clouds are grey And nearly spilling over. - 10/22/26

The morning poured out simple, Lukewarm water, Milk so white It hazes blue. Traffic growls and foams, An early warning. The vulgar angry sun Now arrogantly blasts away All shade, The very baby sky. The cubicle proves acid, Firehose, Unsheltered bombing run. Her smile's lemonade. - 10/21/26

The time, IV Bag drained. We knew This hid Behind The wall. We shut Our eyes. We dodged The fear, Refused, And still It a- Ppeared. - 10/20/26