This one was given by a woman who did not want to go pee in the porta-potty at Zeitgeist.
Subject: “How Do You Pee in the Porta-Potty?”
Word Count: 20
Dignity is gone, nobody knows.
Grace demands a public stage
And a dressing room
Where it builds
Where it falls.
Maybe this woman gave us the theme because it was Gay Pride Day and there were free tests being given.
Subject: “Your First AIDS Test”
Word Count: 15
Your First AIDS Test
Pass / fail tests – when do they ever get respect?
But this one cannot mean more.
This theme was given by the red-headed woman who wanted us to write about “Why am I still single?” – for some reason that sparked a conversation but no poetry challenge.
Front Yard Gardens in San Francisco
Outside, flowers that grow in light.
Inside, life that grows in the dark.
I liked doing this one.
Topic: “Can You Read My Brain Waves?”
Word Count: 23
“Can You Read My Brain Waves?”
Thoughts are a placid ocean
Life gives a stir
You ride the wave
It if crashes into me,
Only then I’ll know.
Topic: “You Said What?”
Word Count: 10 words
Shock value doesn’t double
But savoring it will.
Having just seen and just blogged about Il Postino, I’m suddenly inspired to work on my own poetry.
While I keep most of my poetry on hordlobovich.com, I have several recent poems I never got around to putting on that site.
Here’s one that I finally finished.
I want you to be my mistress for a lifetime
Because for us this hideaway is more precious
re-arranging life’s building blocks
with a goal in mind.
I don’t want to carry the weight of the world with you
That would be a waste of magic.
I want to sneak into your apartment when there is a blackout,
Where you have lit candles and sit with your cat
In angry feline regality.
Let’s spend a lifetime kissing and smoking in the
Shadows of the pillars we are compelled and disheartened to climb,
Forever telling our survival secrets
Only being true to this most real bond we won’t acknowledge
Loving that there is another in the world
Exactly like us;
We will not tolerate the sun and all that orbits around it
The useless orbiting masses
We have no use for them
And that gives us our purpose
I write this now, intoxicated, because
Intoxication is our hidden wink
We will embrace in the alleyways
And in that, create the grandeur our high school yearbooks expected.
And, awake, live in the dream world others envision
When they are asleep.