Speechless Words need to be said yet since birth I have had a dog’s collar wound tight around my neck, choking each syllable into a cough, sigh or gasp unable to say the word – love. Thus my churning intestines are tightly bound round, twisting my innards out, where there were no words, only sighs, …
236,000 CommandmentsIt’s in all the cannot’s – That I am all knotted. © SB Joy, 2022
Big Bang My whole urinary tract went haywire. I pissed until I flooded Asia; – I exploded into a zillion-billion stars becoming religion. – What I truly longed for was the sharp pain from a good kiss. © SB Joy, 2022
Evasive Ways A man lost in a dust storm. Eyes blinded by grit and sand. A crunch to my bite. A parched swelling to my speech. A tongue on fire. A burning madness to my… hair. Lost in direction. I am a compass gone astray. © SB Joy, 2022
Prickly Things I am fond of dredging a vintage cabin cruiser across the Sonoran desert where my hands became blistered and rope burned, my back crooked and hunched forward, my skin burnt red as the anchor sways port and starboard mesmerizing the stars as a caliche wake marks my every misstep as a hardpan furrow, …
Catch I’m a catch, if you’re fishing for a barracuda. © SB Joy, 2022
Another Junkie Peach, blue, orange, red, white, apricot vanilla bean, egg wash. Yesterday’s CNN headlines tout the benefit of egg wash, then the news is followed by the not news… gun sales at the fairgrounds; car chases; bank robbers wearing yellow custard scarfs, selling Yoplait banana cream; then the lights go out, the t.v. too, …
Tender A little girl grabbing at the waves in her father’s fingernails, surfing her tiny hand into his, becoming an ocean of twined fingers that lap into his lap as her tiny brown eyes widen with wonder and asks: “Daddy, where have you been all my life.” © SB Joy, 2022 Have you ever noticed …
Flying My belly is full of a million flies anxiously flapping transparent wings. I am beguiled and weightless. I call to God, he’s busy, picking up after himself. © SB Joy, 2022
Abandon Books The Emotionally Abusive Relationship, Men Who Hate Women, and The Women Who Love Them, The Manipulative Man, Don’t Call It Love, Abandoned books stacked on the coffee shop table waiting – waiting for her to return. © SB Joy, 2022 True story from many years ago. SB Joy
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