NaPM April 26 2015

[rayheinrich]

Supernova

Today, my navel outshines me,
for today, it is a dying star
huffing its last desperate breath.

The immense pressure of gravity's hands
ever-squeezing its fiery core
at last compounds its basic elements
into a heavy hole in time.

Its shell of gas and light erupts
into a splendid rainbow of dust,
of carbon and oxygen and iron and nitrogen,
of water and earth and wind and flame,
of all the material elements.

And this great cloud of stardust scatters
throughout the arms of the black cosmos,
beyond the world of my humble body,
beyond the womb of mother earth,
beyond the weirs on heaven and hell,
to continue their master's brilliant legacy
by filling the gaps of the puzzle of life.

I told you that burrito was a mistake!

I know we're not supposed to offer criticism here,
so I won't mention that last line and how it ruined
an otherwise majestic piece.

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Injun Bread

North Rim Grand Canyon Indian Bread:
large round fired adobe oven:
big round loaves to match,
scooped out with big wooden paddles.
My mother brought home
the recipe and made it every week,
because I was half Indian.
It mattered not to me
that I was half Seminole
and the bread makers were Hopi.
The only Injuns I knew were from TV,
where I sat eating Injun bread
and watching my heroes the Cowboys.
Only the white man need wear a mask,
no one care about the Injun.  
Hi-Ho Silver and Away!  
And off I would go, riding the broom
through the house to the tune
of the William Tell Overture
and the smell of Injun Bread.

Erthona

©2015

I really enjoyed this one Dale. The whole piece feels like red clay. Takes me back to a time before the PC movement, when you could watch a western on Saturdays without shame. When it was just the movies.

Good enough, but your last poem "Peckerwood" was much better.

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Not really sure where this came from but taadaaa?  Graphic warning


Next

You bring me
love on the half shell
opened and raw.

I add hot sauce
because my life
must be redder.

I swallow you whole
gagging on the lies.

I look in your eyes
and wonder how long you'll stay
once you've cummed.

And here you were making noises about not being up to the level
of the rest of us here. With creativity like this, you stand head
and shoulders above the rest of us. I bow to your capabilities.