Yesterdays Throwaways
It’s been one hell of a week. I wrote many too many vicious poems. Here are just a sampling of yesterdays throwaways.
Not Mindful, Not Demure -Pixie Bruner You may need to talk me down from this tea cozy, I’ve a three alarm fire in my amygdala today. The firemen are just muscle bound dachshunds and there’s hot flashing women in vintage Vegas Showgirl outfits jumping out of the windows onto trampolines, then walking down lucite staircases in stilettos, marabou boas tacked on their asses, Kitsune tails dragging behind them. Y’all might need to hold my Cheerwine, because I am chasing my feels right outta the duck blind and right into the l’orange. I can’t stop the purge today of those nasty words. I refuse to still my thoughts that are squirrel (not rat) kings right now. I am going off in every direction and dimension possible. I am pollarding causality trees with a Gurkha kukri. The only peace possible today would to be a K-hole amnesiac
The Former Other Woman Eclipsed By Pluto
-Pixie Bruner
That tall poppy was cut down.
She was not Papaver somniferum.
Another cut carcinogenic dyed poppy,
common corn poppy that cosplayed
as a hot lethal addictive red resinous bloom
men would wage war over,
even if they came home with incurable diseases.
Men said she was good luck—
to just be around her, had charm which
made you feel like a milllion bucks
She was your lucky chance,
big scarlet fever hair for big roller ballers.
Everyone loved her, queen of the cocktease
Big, glib, attention-seeking, bare feet, lipstick
she collected awards as a rom-com high risk l ingénue
as she made you lint and forgotten pocket change.
I never really liked her,
She soaked up all the sun,
pushed us shrinking violets down and away
and she bloomed and thrived, taking our lives
she sucked all the air from the room,
as she sat at the head of a table,
thick freckled stems stockinged, mean girl seam barbs,
words thorned, and chairs pulled out for her as
the spectral wives seated themselves at the other end of the table
struggling for oxygen and fading
fading
fading
away.