“The Finish Line” by Roz Levine

 

 

Our 46th wedding anniversary
And we’re sick in bed
Sick in the head
Sick of being sick
The two of us tied
To matrimonial vows
Till death do us part
Affixed to Darwinian thought
It’s called survival of the fittest
Those born to

Adjust

Adapt

Acclimate

To hoops and flares
On the rock and roll shores
Of the Galapagos Islands
With red footed boobies
Blue footed boobies
With my boobies on the sag down
But in our bed on heart to heart
We jump through hoops
Walk the trapeze line
Flame through fire
With our hands curled
Under electric blankets
My small fingers tucked tight
To the rough and tough of your hands
Because what can you say
When it’s all said and done
We made those vows
Forty-six years ago
To hang in there
In sickness and in health
To the final finish line

Roz Levine

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

“Till Death Do Us Part” by L. K. Thayer

I made it through high school
hanging out in art class
the art teacher’s getting married
so I go to her wedding

I didn’t know weddings made me cry
And I drink too much at the reception
And I can’t stop crying to save my life
cause they all look so happy

I think about the bride and the groom
the life they’ll share together
and I know I’ll never have that
cause somehow I don’t trust it

the ritual of the white dress
the exchanging of the vows
the tossing of the flowers
and the throwing of the rice

the empty cans tied to the bumper
it’s the happily ever after
that spooks me
the keeping of that promise

not to grow apart
till death do us part
how can I chain myself to that
when molecules are changing

and atoms are splitting
and it’s a woman’s right
to change her mind

and men stray

and so do I

and I couldn’t stop crying

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

“Venus Soul” by Ty Granderson Jones

Ty Granderson Jones

(a poem for my wife)

SAINT CUPID
SOARED
BEYOND
THE GATES OF VENUS
FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF HEAVEN,
SPREADING HIS BABY WINGS,
RIDING A
RED CARRIAGE
BEARING TREASURES OF
UNKNOWN TRUST,
CRYSTAL COMMITMENT,
PURPLE MYSTIC DUST,
PARTING
SWEET VANILLA CLOUDS
AND JASMINE DEW
FLOATING
THROUGH
AN OCTOBER SKY
DELIVERING THE SOUL
OF MY CREOLE
ANGEL.
CURLS
SWIRLS
LIPS LIKE PEARLS.
A CARAMEL FELINE
TRANSFORMED INTO
GOD’S ARROW
PIERCING MY HEART
MY SOUL….MY LIFE,
ON THE EVE
OF HIS BABY JESUS DAY

Ty Granderson Jones

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© 2002

Ty & Danielle