Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Stiletto


Oxblood leather with gold
cap toes do not sway
a sharp and jarring gait.

Urgency can indeed be
felt through the soles like
a surprise microphone
in front of millions.

She sees she is
a tempest on thorns
attempting to pierce concrete -
knowing her heels
could double as
weapons.

Once a woman under-
stands this spindle of
influence, her walk be-
comes staccato flashes
of lightening.

After a trip down un-
carpeted paths, she
knows the fury sound –
that thwap – thwap
pulse like the beginning
of a disco anthem - or
impatience.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Cease and De-Cyst


It’s not like cancer left
the lump on my wrist like
some malleable fleshy super
ball.  Instead, this annoying
knob is purely courtesy of
neurons refusing to communicate
and years of shelving
heavy Engineering journals in the
library.  I’m sure Shakespeare Quarterly
had nothing to do with this benign
bump. 

The doctor remarks that it used to be
common for people to smash the
swelling with a Bible.  Convinced
only a King James version could drive
out such a painful protuberance,
I inform him that broken bones and
surgery will not be necessary.  Besides,
after spending considerable time waiting and
squishing my little ganglion cyst in the
fluorescent front room, I scanned all
coffee tables only to find that even The
Gideons forgot this
office.