Blood Dazzler Inspired Poetry

Weightless Wealth

If someone rips off your wing
Spiral down
But don't fall too fast.
Just rest on a ledge
Inhale the scenery-
grow some feathers I suppose.

Look at what you have
Realize there's only a
Few plumes missing
And they're not gone forever.

Catch your breath
feel your footing
S M I L E
and leap from the ledge
Trusting the Wind to
lift outside and within.

The currents carry
far away from where
you once dreamed...
but it was not for
failure.
It was to bring you
Into the sunrise
Sweet embrace
a taste of
liquid gold nectar.

We call it hope.

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Student Body

A storm of stilletoed heels tap
a cacophony on
submissive cement a
cloud of black tights
Sequined shirts
Straightened hair
A mist of
romance, intrigue
Alcohol flowing
Like water pulsing
a heartbeat masking
the electric energy painted
faces eyelined stares
Crisp bills flying like
twilight birds away
from enchanted French-tipped fingers
Like wishes they are offerings to
The night
Devotees of some classic rite where bass
Demands the ebb and flow the letting go as senses blur and hips confer and sweetened lips meet and
clothing uncurls-
We are the crashing waves.

Sometimes I am a Movie Star

The rain falls in thin streams
Like grainy lines in old films projected into reality.
The landscape is as grim as Victorian England
I almost half expect to be attired in some
Large, sweeping dress.
My peacoat will have to do.

You complete the scene
With fine features
A proper and contemplative gaze
Under slightly knit brow.
Austere.

I almost want to giggle
But then I remember:
That would be un lady-like.
And we are the paragon of a classic couple,
Strolling quietly in the rain
Under the water-laden trees.
The Spring sings softly
As we walk by
And admire
Another day in paradise.

The Day After

Brushing my hair, I swiftly sheaved its morning fluffiness into a band,
And I saw the three glaring spots on my forearm
Where my skin screamed in protest
At your strength battling mine.
Yet I know it for truth-
I needed it.

Outside, it froze unfeeling and foggy, the trees dipped in whiteout and I
Thought it appropriate for such a day to see and feel nothing
When you vanished so coldly away
From my heart and self
Leaving only bruises
To keep me alive.

We're Booked for... Ever

Flat tires made round and sound,

The tall trees shake out a salsa beat in the shade

Cardiovascular rhythms thudding base

Fingers strumming a tune in clasped hands

And the sun shines in your face completing

Not a melody

Not a song

Not a symphony.

But a punk rock show.

You riff a solo, flashing that smile

I step right behind you, eating that mic.

And we take off with the rush of a million leaps from the stage

Not to sweaty fans but to sweet freedom

Like the first day of summer vacation

Higher than ninety-nine plus one red balloons.

Fifteen cans of tuna couldn’t capture this.

A shared flea couldn’t either.

We fly closer to the moon, yet daylight shines brighter,

Like a fluorescent highlighter.

Eye why queue.

And we walk, and we rock all the way to dinner

And an endless tour.