pluto

Her head reared back last night
Woke to a damp, dirty-clean day
The dullness so bright, I’m blind

twice removed
bloated in the belly
i’ve punched out temporarily
this clock in reverse
heavily reeling, turning back
the wind, robbed from my sails
choking on my own breath



Ill as they come-
I’ve got my repercussions
Sunday in the truest sense
Scrubbing clean to scrub again
This guilt exhaustion
About-face
Ignore this cosmic force
Pull yourself together
Silly scrap


© 2008 Amanda A. Abraham

If Birds Have Wings

My mouth in a constant watered state
Pavlov and the dog in waiting
I’ll soon spit my rage
Directly into her face


your tiny caged one
i wait for those small seeds used to lure
one false move, slip of the thumb
and i am split in half

chirp

your fingers
mildly grasp my pulsing neck
warming
warning
reminded of your power



© 2008 Amanda A. Abraham

The Invasion Persuasion

Long
Knitted scarves, far as the eye can see
Limitless in color and style
Scream out-
“I have arrived!”
A zoo of intellects, we thrive
The kaleidoscope city, windy
Our hallways

On the blue-collar scene
The first-rate vampires
Dirt-ridden work boots, running belts
screeching
Like the drunken girls in Kodak
Authority took off and ran some time ago
Suburban keggers,
Beggars and sessions
Dundee, Algonquin, and Kirchoff
“This is our town now…”



and no one’s there to put up a fight



© 2008 Amanda A. Abraham

Sore

I can never call you on it
I can’t stop it, once it’s started
We both need this, in a sense
But then-
Why does my day begin with tears?
Harboring no compassion
You shouldn’t be worth all that
Nonsense
It has to end sometime
Deconstruct, regenerate
Just like all good things do
A magnetic attraction-
Inevitable contraction
Simple solutions only work with small minds
Don’t be so rough with her
You just may go too far


© 2008 Amanda A. Abraham