NaPM April 8 2015

[Tiger the Lion]

High School Reunion
... Your dreams
have resolved into online pictures of your Golden Retriever...

Inferring that people who post pictures of the dogs they
love have somehow failed at life is a clichéd stereotype based
on sheer-fucking-hubris.

Cats?
People who post pictures of the cats they love are already such
sheer-fucking-hubrists that anything you say will bounce off of
them and stick to you.


 

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Act of Reunion

Across the land's divide we lie
and ponder the desert fen like separatists -
too fond of comfort to roughly seize
the rifle's shaft and force the alien
predator off the barren soil, take back
the strip-mined remnants of once-rough
crags.  The slit of ferny beds
is an alkaline track to poison shores.

No recruits are left to move up the ranks
and join your side or mine, to spurn
the reluctant conquest of fleshy hills,
sagging down the bogland.
It is just myself now, mustering force
to span the great chasm with a single
caress and risk breaking that detente.

Nuance enough to float several arcs.

Kudos!

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Look

if you could go back
watch our first kiss in infrared
and thaw your bones in its glow
 
see no blue
no reservation
only abandon
 
in scorched cranberry
in tangerine boiling 

mmmulled burgundy
 
we’d be together again
 
I can see it now

If you changed that creepy 'mmmulled' to 'mulled', I'd have no problem considering this
the best 4-8 poem so far. (Just the over-the-topness of "watch our first kiss in infrared /
and thaw your bones in its glow" is enough to insure victory.)

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UGGG you guys are too freaking good.

I know right? Beautifully unique voices. I feel like a Backstreet Boy trying to follow Simon and Garfunkel. 

Or Simon and Garfunkel trying to follow Leonard Cohen.

Thank you Ray. and I'm  because you're right- It is creepy! I think I got carried away once I started thinking about mulled wine.