Trinkle Tinkle

for beachie mae

During the Bob Bashara trial,

it was revealed that some women

like the quiet of dungeons/

like the tickle of rope because

each palpable universe, each sex

is a pronoun we turn loose with a finger flick

in a dark English love poem.

Mother, drama and red pepper sending her

pressure reeling, sees no reason now

to own a  computer.

"What you put in, others

can get out" she says.

I sit dumbfounded by the precision

of her philosophy, as she slumps along

after Matlock

and sleeps.

Reviews

[kmartell]

nice conversational and with "after Matlock and sleeps" is a good ending.
dumfounded by her precision" etc good
words all relate well to each other. they all ride the bus to the end of the poem without arguing. a believable feeling to this. thanks

[The Twin Arenas]

Ha. Sex, age, the future, and the past. And the Bob Bashara trial.

I like the broad strokes, Dana. There are big dark pits in this for me to fall in and they are full of wide universal themes and feelings.

Great stuff.

[Emily B]

there is a poem bubbling in some dark place, i am afraid to let it out, it may be bigger than i am, it may gobble me up and spit me out and then what wll they say, she was eaten by her own poem? what a bad end for a poet