There’s a bit of that good ole Catholic guilt today, as couples and aspiring copulators across America gather hand in hand over forehead for what’s coming in the name of their Lord.
(They say no one likes a martyr, but money’s on it that here’s at least some that do.)
Seems lots of people enjoy easy, disposable poetry. Well, we here at FOR YOUR EYES TO EAT have a better idea for the consumption of that pile of words that accomplishes feelings by way of imagery & sensory evocation! I, Frank, present to you: Doodles With A Clever Line That You Relate to But Maybe The Subtlety Is A Bit Like A Brick Holding A Door Open & You Trip On It But Forget You Ever Did!
Enjoy! More to come!
(Limited to, but not limited by, Such Exciting Things : Doodles With A Quick Poem That Makes You Realize You Won't Go Out of Your Way for Milk and Honey!)
sequels to ghost stories
that one little boy who learned his lesson
after it was presumably too late
but he redeems himself
after that someone else might
learn from his mistake
as they make it on their own.,
he may have wanted to
be the flowers on his mother's grave,
or whisper on a prettier boy's neck
on a crisp night
that breaks the summer heat
for the winter to come,
but he was always wrong
and that is how we come to the ghosts.
We expect that
what comes after
must be the impression of
what came before,
that we might not finish
what we started
will become another's problem,
and how we treat the ones we should love
will determine how we see them
again and again.
Sequels to ghost stories
always tell us
something else had happened
or was missing,
but they don't expect us
to read into that.
The narrative is supposed to make us
feel what's not there
or else tells us it was missing.
I want to write a ghost story sequel
about how ghosts can't see one another
in ways that even the living don't:
a concerned look
might be the windows shatter,
loneliness expressed as a tub flooding over,
and mourning the murder-suicide
of a wife & husband
means the chairs are thrown
across the room,
but each time the paranormal occurs
as quickly explained away
by common sense,
by another moment
silenced by the arrival
of another moment.
I think that my ghost story sequel
would be about how lonely it is
to live with your mistakes
and in the end I would teach someone
what those mistakes are
and then I could move on
to sharing everything I did right
and how that makes other people