solimentary
disposable un-rhyme un-reason
don’t look it up it isn’t
there
or here on the screen it’s
between the raindrops
behind the curtains
inside the rasp cry of lost things like
love keys innocence
you are rainbow and i jump
when you
invisible tug the chain
with invitations all flights of fancy
winged steeds hollow suits of armor
let me breathe
life into the oh no
it’s still chambered
catacombs of wax and honey
meaning nothing meaning nothing
just words of bees and symbols and
fruitless look at me-s
for i’m not here and i’m not
there and i’m not nowhere
which is the last word
to be typed
i can do this all night
all year all never forever
alone
~ Susie Hewitt, that crazy Las Vegas poet
Her Two Cents
rainbow flights of fancy
breathe life into
hollow suits of armor
between the raindrops
invitations
you and i
wax and honey
things lost behind the curtains
words meaning nothing
look it up
on the screen
i’m not disposable
i’m the last word
to be typed
