Entrails & Innards

City dwelling must be
the most absurd
and costly way of choosing to die:

 

The hunt
for just the bare bones,
and the extinction of one’s soul
pits men and women against
reflections of themselves
in the most vile and vulgar
competitions
for glory and supremacy;
all the while
each ignorant to their shared
dwelling
at the bottom of a gutter
into which
an invisible man continues to piss
away their imaginations

 

A heat wave of envy stews,
the awful and telling stench of death
and failure
reminding citizens to seek and find
what gaseous validation they can
in constantly complaining
about the weather.

 

copyright Ruth Nineke 2013

 

POEMS

Clearing Out The Third Eye

Spellbound

Until Tomorrow

Win For Losing

Something Extra

The Man Who Looks Like You

Honey Darling

The Due

Get Lost

Kitten Does Not Know Best

This Man

Summer’s Fall

Michael J. Fox

I Can Go Out Further

You’re Welcome

Satisfaction’s In The Reaction

Cloudy Blue Skies

Dyin’ Nice Us

Every Artist Has A Vice

Candy Striper

Entrails & Innards

Breaking Beauty

The Sex Poem

Heavy Hearted & Light Headed

Pink and Dissolving

Possibility Is A Girl’s Name

The Cold Winter

EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

Johnny, Come Quickly