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“deep south” by L. K. Thayer

Posted on June 3, 2013 by lkthayer

aging…….

hormones a raging

can’t remember what’s up

just that it’s all

breaking down

going deep South

give me a mint julip

make that a double

sit me on a porch swing

but hey,

wait a minute baby

I ain’t ready to go

out to pasture

just yet

you betcha, not yet

stay in check

hold on, suck it in, slurp it down

get it up,

swing it over my shoulder

whatever I gotta do

it ain’t quittin’ time, see

I’m fightin’ false tooth

& hang nail

I don’t wanna give up

just cause gravity

is beatin me down

I will tugboat, this barge

up the river

paddle my

cottage cheese ass

over the falls

adopt a Southern drawl

cause this babe is just startin

to spread her bat wings

different bat time,

different bat station

time to sing,

time to dance,

time to shout

I am not down for the count

you cannot

knock

me the fuck out!

L.K. Thayer

“Puddle” by Margie Louise Goodspeed

Posted on December 19, 2009 by lkthayer

There’s an ink spot on the French tablecloth
An ink spot on the white Duvet cover
An ink spot on the ecru pillow case.
All my pens. My spots. My marks.
Squeak goes the fingernail.
Guten Morgen
Achoo
There was blood on the slip
worn as a nightgown. A little cold
water and no harm, no foul. It
dried so fast hanging on the
embroidery.
Caw
Hiddee Ho
Press skin to skin
Tom punted the football
He was in the middle of the gutter,
But good at punting. My Aunt died
In a crosswalk by a wolf whistle.
Today I’m weary. Weary like a
Puddle must be of its view.
I wish some playful child would
Stomp a saber tooth rubber shoe
Cross my thin mirror of a skin
So that I’m splattered about, collecting
Sand, petal, insect with the pull
Of gravity back to a whole, minus
A splash here or there. I’ll just
Lie here and evaporate ‘til there’s
Nothing left.