RWP prompt #116

a photo prompt from Read Write Poem. You can see the photo here.

Winding Down

After running, I lay myself down
on the throw rug, belly floorwards,
and listen to the blood's beat slacken.
The throb untangles and draws out
to stillness. Recumbent, a heat
flushes outward and there’s a trance
of the mind in abeyance, the body unwinding,
the snag of inertia that follows exertion -
a feeling not to tease into thought
until the run is over.

Like a tunnel emptying at both ends,
I feel myself lengthen with each exhalation.
It is strange to observe the body
close down, like letting a clock do its work,
deciding nothing. I press the heels
of my palms against my eyelids.
I turn my eyes back into my body
and see there’s nothing in there,
nothing and no one.

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rwp prompt: s*x in strange contexxxts

Digits

I never do the math
when we sleep together.
I let desire run into the triple digits.
I let lust, that dumb slut, multiply like toes,
little piggies eating roast beef, getting fat
and round at home, till I am born
to your ten fingers, which fuss
like snouts beneath my clothes.

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wordle prompt

Verities

The scofflaw will plunder any orchard, come autumn.
To conform, I must girdle my hips and my bottom.

Love is to clover what matte is to smatter.
Should your head itch, not thinking, but dandruff’s the matter.

For a lack of affection there’s no known remedy.
At the sushi bar she ordered plum wine, same as me.

On paper, love triangles are always obtuse.
The light of the lime isn’t lime, but chartreuse.


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(hat tip to ron hardy!)

eavesdropping poem #1

these poems will be less than terrific, so i'll be taking them down after a day or so...

Café Mokka

Among the manicured, straight-pin
executives, I nurse a coffee near the window.

Inside it’s jazz
and plush red sofas; you’d think

the whole town was built with wool and lipstick.
At each table, noon dissolves
like sugar in the dark.


POOF
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Buffett Sees Poetic Justice

woes are justice designed

and sold, gone sour,

billionaire irony crashed

bearing much of the fallout.

It's sort of a little justice

the people that brewed

this toxic Kool-Aid found

themselves drinking a lot.

In the end the turmoil

rocked months, imbued dumb

money, of which

there was plenty.

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this was my news headline poem, an erasure. Here's the article from which is was sifted -

Warren Buffet Says Bank Woes Are “Poetic Justice”

The woes in the U.S. financial sector are “poetic justice” for bankers who designed and sold complex investments that have since gone sour, billionaire investor Warren Buffett said. Speaking in Toronto, Buffett, one of the world's wealthiest people, appeared to see irony in the fact that many of the banks who marketed complex investments which have now crashed are bearing much of the fallout.

“It’s sort of a little poetic justice, in that the people that brewed this toxic Kool-Aid found themselves drinking a lot of it in the end,” said the CEO of Berkshire Hathaway. Buffet added played down worries about a credit crunch by saying that recent interest rate cuts mean low-cost funds are readily available. But he warned that the U.S. dollar will continue to slide unless the country can rein in its trade deficit -- the “biggest factor” behind the decline. Still, he said, the U.S. economy will “do very well over time.”

The billionaire investor also said the turmoil that has rocked the U.S. economy in recent months has imbued the markets with a healthy degree of caution but despite this, recent interest rate cuts mean low-cost funds are readily available. “I wouldn’t quite call it a credit crunch. Funds are available. What has happened is a re-pricing of risk and an unavailability of what I might call ‘dumb money,’ of which there was plenty around a year ago.”