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07 Sep 2020

The president with gold-plated teeth (poem)

A poem by one of my heteronyms.

The president with gold-plated teeth

President chews thru DC's cherry trees
Senate shits pits
Congress learns to use bidets

President gnaws down Washington Monument
Senate drools marble-dust mud
Congress passes gallstones & resolutions

President masticates moon
Senate vomits seawater & mouse bones
Congress repeals male periods

President tears out God's throat
Senate crucifies everybody's son
Congress bakes communion wafers

-- Ian Erinson


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30 Aug 2020

Rain Ghazal (poem)

Rain Ghazal

A child, I dreamed of squeezing clouds, guzzling rain.
A homeowner now, my nightmares flood with rain.

The trickle of mouse-paws inside the walls
gushes louder the longer it rains.

The clown king crowds children's cages and hospital wards.
We all get worse the longer he reigns.

A kiss in bed in a season of hate:
a match lit in drenching rain.

I weary of warm rooms, dry clothes, being grown.
I think I'll run around in the rain.

I'll shiver, I'll drip, I'll ruin floors, but I'll know
the secrets clouds whisper in rain.

Better dry and foolish than wise and wet:
that's the lesson I learned from the rain.

-- Carl Bettis


Image info: Age of Reason, copyright 2020 by by Carl Bettis, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

26 Jul 2020

Apocalypse Lost (poem)

Apocalypse Lost

Cicadas newly emerged
tasted the air
and returned to bed.

Squirrels stopped games of tag
mid-summer to grub up
hoarded acorns.

Polar blisters burst.
Mountains leaked away.
The sky peeled off.

The last trumpet hissed.
No one arose.
No one returned.

-- Carl Bettis


Image info: World of Ghosts, copyright 2020 by by Carl Bettis, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

08 Jul 2020

Nav (prose poem)

A prose poem by one of my heteronyms, Basil Cartryte.

Nav

I have forgotten who everyone is & no one despises. I thought that was me. Naive hauteur of the half-educated trickles across corroded circuit boards to power itself. I can't recall how to judge the germinated against the grafted. Deep roots' gaudy blossoms draw rancorous bees. Their honey is sour. What shade does our singing raise? I don't remember what space time leads us to, but we missed all the turns. Especially crossroads swollen with pollen, intersections of hands, & the ways marked with mossy cairns. I used to have a map, but it got lost. Everyone is here but those who are found. They have our reasons.

-- Basil Cartryte, 7/8/2020


Image info: Until Then, copyright 2020 by by Carl Bettis, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.