POEM: poison, fear me

I eat black mould and I thrive
poison, fear me
bears and snakes, don’t come near me
behind the wheel, but I can’t drive
the dream’s a dream of when I was alive

spiders know that I won’t kill ’em
the dentist gets bitten if he tries to fill ’em
nice girl that I used to be
met you, which was nice for you
’cause it meant you met me

bleach from the cupboard in the old toothmug
cum on the seat someone’s been giving it a tug
and I roll up in foisty blankets
phone in and use up some love
on a move in the game today

 

Warlock Wishes

And if I had

magic power that could

I would not enchant your heart

Would not even think to start

Would only let you know I would

Not even do it though I could

Preferring means of sweat and work

write you poems !¡! — like a twerp

Honest courting, tried and true

Yours the power, up to you.

And if that didn’t work, perhaps a teensy little charm.

© Alex Ankarr 2015 All rights reserved

Image Anna Irving via Creative Commons licence

u believe

in order and method

bully for you

i believe

in a last-minute reprieve

in incredible strokes of luck

in wing it like a bird

© Alex Ankarr 2016

Image Jeff Sharp, public domain.

shopping list

rice, haddock, M&Ms

new boyfriend socks and friends

pay the rent

call my mother

make pie

listen to my sister cry

not sure I have the funds or spirit

to tick off the whole list

but I’ll get on it

© Alex Ankarr 2016

Image Bruce Turner via Creative Commons

…meet, cute

rushing to be funny

blushing when you stutter

you search for one excuse to linger

he needs change for a buck

you’re due back at work

he’s such a cute stranger

here’s where destiny hits you like a truck

on the other hand maybe just a really great —

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Image Andy Miccone, public domain.

billable hours of a superhero

tough gig, man, no-one understands

the paperwork’s a bitch when you shoot lightning from your hands

getting paid by angry clients is no easier it seems

and then there’s the spandex ‘cause it fits with people’s dreams

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but you go home to the boyfriend

if not the same time every night

if you’re lucky, he understands

you have to fight and fight the good fight

(even though dating a lawyer or a cop

you’d think they’d know the drill

the bad guy don’t go home and shut up shop

just because your guy has needs to fulfill)

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yeah, a gay superhero has it hard

but count it up at the end of the day

the grateful appreciation of the populace

and a mundane boyfriend with super-powered cuddles

go a long long long long way.

– Alex Ankarr, 2016

 

Photo credit: gunner111, https://www.flickr.com/photos/moto101/

Creative Commons

 

Poem: prescription strength of love

“Your prescription now is stronger,”

My optician says to me

He only means to give the dimming

Fuzzy world a clarity

You, I’ve not explained to him yet

He has not asked that I do

Only wants to know my headaches

An alphabet recital too

Think you I’ll love you less dearly

If I see you sharp and clear

If I see your flaws my dear one

Once I excused myopically

It’s not the case, although it should be

I love you not for fuzzy glow

For radiant halos stemming only

From faulty curve of lens, I know

I love you for your faults, you bastard

And when I see them close and sharp

I’ll pull the hornrims off my nose, dear

Vowed haloed angel, sans specs, mit harp.

© 2015 Alex Ankarr.

 

Image – Zuukuo Wuu public domain.

Poem: …star corsage

 

a bouquet of roses,

of diamonds and baby’s breath

a few stars thrown in

to confuse over scale

and Satan peering from a black black hole

deep, deep, deep in the vase

a bouquet of roses

roses, foxes and diamonds

diamonds and baby’s breath

breath, and a few stars

the scale is confused

and Satan’s in there too

peeping out a black hole

gravity in the vase

down deep, deep

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Vaughan’s Seed Company; Henry G. Gilbert Nursery and Seed Trade Catalog Collection, no known copyright restrictions.

Poem: …matrimony and the man II

Doves shot upwards

Snowfall in reverse

Confetti burst

the groom, and his groom

fine handsome catch

every bit his match

waiting on a promise,

all dolled up and fine

forever be mine

Vows are made

Doves are flown

Fizz all downed

Rings exchanged

Dance in dreams

flowergirl screams

(Too much cake. Allowed a sip of fizz

Parents, parents, why d’you do this?)

hand in hand and

husbands now

one last vow

wedding day done

cake’s crumbs,

Listen, grooms:

It begins now.

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Ludovic Bertron via Creative Commons Licence

Poem: …dandelion

pleased with pleb vitality

contempt for hothouse blooms

I was a dandelion, she thought

from under tons of concrete, tons

broke anyway

through a hundred metric tonnes of rock

a smiling flower at the tip

poking through

© Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Orest Ukrainsky, public domain