things I think about while comatose

This 14 stanza poem, “things I think about while comatose”, is about things I think about while comatose.  Here are stanzas one, four, six, and thirteen:

a hospital is worse than a bad neighborhood

a hospital is a bad neighborhood

vampires aren’t always devastatingly good looking

I try to bruise my garlic clove heart to keep them away from my blue pipes

they hemorrhage like Susquehanna and Allegheny Rivers bleed into the Bay and Gulf

~~~

I don’t ask my 5th grade bus-stop friend why she shaves her eyebrows

my morning screams wake me

but nobody hears

I see smoke

flames

but nobody sees

the inside of a guitar case resembles a coffin

plush like this bed

I know that fire isn’t real

but it looks really

real

~~~

I sit on a swing

watch the sky electrify the woods

hear air growl

break boulders

when I die

I’ll return

to my baseball cards clothes-pinned to my bicycle spokes

~~~

I still don’t know how long I’ve been here

I should end this

I can’t move

can’t stay

can’t leave

I only breathe

© 2 December 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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ghost lady

The first and last stanzas of “ghost lady”:

yesterday

she was a rickshaw

dragged through the city

her over-burdened wheels splayed

pebbled street-cracked spokes

tomorrow

she’ll stare as people pose

tomorrow

she’ll be stoned

tomorrow

her sisters will make her a statue

where rickshaws pass

© 29 November 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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no one knows

Here’s the third stanza of “no one knows”, a Pantoum poem, about a secret lover.  Sort of dark, don’t you think?

 

I discover his deceit

I can get away with murder

no one knows he has me

I point and pull the trigger

© 2 March 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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table grace

Here are a few lines from “table grace”:

I miss my favorite meal Mom used to make

I want pork chops

and cauliflower, a cheese-dripped wrinkled brain

now that Mom’s in Afghanistan, Aunt Sally tends our garden

when the house is quiet, I’m just a scared little girl

I know I’m the only one awake

most nights, I listen to the cuckoo clock strike

ten, eleven, twelve

I think it’s 8:30 tomorrow morning in Kabul

one o’clock my morning is the last I remember

© 31 May 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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Simon says

I’d like to share the eighth stanza of my ten stanza poem, “Simon says”:

Simon’s sister saw her psychiatrist this morning and was told she isn’t any better

Simon’s sister tells her psychiatrist:

there’s this one fence post

it stands by itself

not another fence post near but it

has barbed wire wrapped around it like

it used to connect

like

there used to be a fence

© 13 December 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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