Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Summer Goodness

What'll It Be?

by Charles Clayton


Uncork the bottle. Inspiration flows.

Wine loosens the lips. Inhibitions vanish.

Poetry. Songs. Stories.

Throat chakra freed

muses pour forth

laughter

mirth

joy


Uncork the bottle. Let it all hang out.

Wine warms the loins. Inhibitions vanish.

Passion. Lust. Heat.

Sweet nothings whispered.

Release

orgasm

union


Uncork the bottle. Happy hour.

Wine blurs the vision. Judgment fails.

Stumble. Slur. Double vision.

The key turns

drive

swerve

crash


Uncork the bottle. Pain denied.

Wine masks feelings. Tears held back.

Regret. Sorrow. Guilt.

The gun cocked

trigger

bullet

brain


Uncork the bottle. Let her have it.

Wine blinds. Fists fly.

Anger. Hate. Self loathing.

The kid watches.

Mom’s black eye

trapped

patterns


Will the muse

make up for

the hangovers?


Will the orgasm

balance out

the jailtime?


Will the songs

console

the battered woman?


Will the reverie

make up for

the sorrow?


Toast Goodbye to Summer

by Johanna DeBiase


Goodbye shallow murky rivers where we float in tubes and bury our ankles in minnows.

Goodbye bare shoulders streaked with tan lines and feet cracking open.

Goodbye buttercress and favas off the vine.

Goodbye outdoor music with hipsters drinking beer on patio chairs.

Goodbye camping road trips to orange rock caverns and alpine meadows.

Goodbye grass between our toes, sun on our bellies, wind through uncapped hair.

Goodbye, summer, goodbye.


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