4.17.15

The prompt today was to write a "social media" poem, using snippets from tweets, posts, emails, and the like.  I did some of that...I also stole lines from a brochure about energy conservation, from the "drug information" sheet for my daughter's current antibiotic, a couple of warning labels, quotes from my two-year-old, random commercials on the radio, and got permission to blatantly jack the last couple lines of the poem from a friend's novel-in-progress.  This one was fun.  :)

Spring Fever

Non-drowsy tulip time

may cause dizziness and white blossoms

in periods of peak demand, the broad open

crown of storm damage denies a fever.

A secret love talks, the tripwires in your head

twang in April’s baby laugh attack.

Can I eat the sky?  This is non-toxic,

do not drink, not a food item.  Small creatures

place flowers on each other’s front doors.

A lot happens between now and the end.

A man gives himself a horrible Pokemon tattoo

while drunk.  Feed it. Silver bullet or

divine secret, the best time to plant a tree

was twenty years ago.  White flowers

and small green foliage filter sunlight, they turn it

up, they shut up and dance with me.  Feed it. If

you have any questions about the end of this manhunt,

please talk to your provider.  No one knows why, no one

knows why.  Crawlspace, basement, floors, walls,

attic, sky.  If you’ve ever stood on a roof in spring,

know this: irises, dry ice, smart chicken, wet dog,  water wells

burrow deep below winter’s frozen bones.  Feed

it.  I turn my face to the sky

and scream.