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Thursday, January 06, 2011
BUMBLEBEES BUZZ
coyotes howl. hyenas
cackle. cats yelp and
yowl with their tails
'neath a rocker.
bumblebees
buzz. crappy
cars clunk. eye
sockets pop
when they’re
bopped with a
baseball.
rats tisk. lizards
hiss. my dog
croons a tune
that sounds
like “I love you.”
-ryn gargulinski.01.06.11
cackle. cats yelp and
yowl with their tails
'neath a rocker.
bumblebees
buzz. crappy
cars clunk. eye
sockets pop
when they’re
bopped with a
baseball.
rats tisk. lizards
hiss. my dog
croons a tune
that sounds
like “I love you.”
-ryn gargulinski.01.06.11
Thursday, December 23, 2010
NOAH
the rain came
thick in tucumcari – it
tried its wet best to
drown both my goats one
stood
atop the
other – smashed her
bony back down in the
muddy flood – the bottom
goat bobbled her frail
back gave way her head
dipped quick below
the surface -- we rescued
the two to the laundryroom –
where both promptly peed
on the floor – the
perfume of ammonia
seeped deep beneath
linoleum as they
pawed hooves all over
white walls – bit a big
hole in the flimsy tin
dryer hose.
-Ryn Gargulinski.12.23.10
thick in tucumcari – it
tried its wet best to
drown both my goats one
stood
atop the
other – smashed her
bony back down in the
muddy flood – the bottom
goat bobbled her frail
back gave way her head
dipped quick below
the surface -- we rescued
the two to the laundryroom –
where both promptly peed
on the floor – the
perfume of ammonia
seeped deep beneath
linoleum as they
pawed hooves all over
white walls – bit a big
hole in the flimsy tin
dryer hose.
-Ryn Gargulinski.12.23.10
Thursday, December 16, 2010
SKATING A GLACIER
when I write I
tend to skate the
surface – I tell you
a story I even make
it fancy give you
axels, double-axels,
plié – but I fear to
scrape beneath the
glacier – it’s been
years in formation to
freeze out emotion who
knows what doth really
lurk beneath – if I poke
at such a carcass it may
unleash thick maggots or
perhaps it’s more like a
cocoon – where inside
dwells a
butterfly.
-Ryn Gargulinski.12.16.10
tend to skate the
surface – I tell you
a story I even make
it fancy give you
axels, double-axels,
plié – but I fear to
scrape beneath the
glacier – it’s been
years in formation to
freeze out emotion who
knows what doth really
lurk beneath – if I poke
at such a carcass it may
unleash thick maggots or
perhaps it’s more like a
cocoon – where inside
dwells a
butterfly.
-Ryn Gargulinski.12.16.10
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
ODE TO ALL THE ARTISTS
You will not –
hold me
down, mr.
man will not
shave off my eyebrows or
yank out my teeth or rip lashes
from my lids or chop limbs at my
knees you will not – you
cannot –
reduce me.
You cannot --
quash
my flame, mr.
man cannot piss
on my bonfire hurl
water on my torch snuff the
innate hot blaze that long makes
my skin scorch cannot hush that
spicy sizzle
in my soul – that
consumes me with
the need to
create.
-Ryn Gargulinski.12.05.10
hold me
down, mr.
man will not
shave off my eyebrows or
yank out my teeth or rip lashes
from my lids or chop limbs at my
knees you will not – you
cannot –
reduce me.
You cannot --
quash
my flame, mr.
man cannot piss
on my bonfire hurl
water on my torch snuff the
innate hot blaze that long makes
my skin scorch cannot hush that
spicy sizzle
in my soul – that
consumes me with
the need to
create.
-Ryn Gargulinski.12.05.10
Sunday, October 31, 2010
INSECT CHINESE WATER TORTURE
bugs are
smarter than
we think they know
exactly where
our eardrum is just as
we fall asleep they know
to bite the crappy
itchy spots behind our
back and knees they
know to fly through the
one single wound that
gapes in the bent-up and
dog-injured screen they know to
land so promptly at dinner atop –
a mound of pure white
cottage cheese.
-Ryn Gargulinski.10.31.10
smarter than
we think they know
exactly where
our eardrum is just as
we fall asleep they know
to bite the crappy
itchy spots behind our
back and knees they
know to fly through the
one single wound that
gapes in the bent-up and
dog-injured screen they know to
land so promptly at dinner atop –
a mound of pure white
cottage cheese.
-Ryn Gargulinski.10.31.10
Saturday, August 07, 2010
NOSES
deviated
septum turned
up like a ski slope
punched flat on a boxer
too big for your glasses too
small for your face there is so
much – that can go wrong – with
noses.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
see more ryn poetry at ryngargulinski.com
septum turned
up like a ski slope
punched flat on a boxer
too big for your glasses too
small for your face there is so
much – that can go wrong – with
noses.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
see more ryn poetry at ryngargulinski.com
PAYCHECK
I am a bug
on my back that
struggles to flip a
scarab in a sand dune that
june bug on my porch – I struggle
and wiggle to make ends meet – yet
my legs still wave fruitless in the air – when
I am finally able to flip myself upright and
breathe for a moment a fresh gasp of air –
a dog paw squarely blasts me down flat.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
see more ryn poetry at ryngargulinski.com
on my back that
struggles to flip a
scarab in a sand dune that
june bug on my porch – I struggle
and wiggle to make ends meet – yet
my legs still wave fruitless in the air – when
I am finally able to flip myself upright and
breathe for a moment a fresh gasp of air –
a dog paw squarely blasts me down flat.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
see more ryn poetry at ryngargulinski.com
GHOULS
we wondered if
the child knew he
looked like a ghoul as he
sat on the bleachers at
pinnacle peak while a wild
west with slapstick thrilled the
audience – with gunshots and
a barrel that leaked. we learned
later the kid was with a
whole ghoulish trope who
dropped by in a hearse to
sell their parties – (yet) that
did not stop the
audience from
staring – or whispered
titters pointed fingers at the
child – glaring flashbacks of
me in first grade.
-ryngargulinski.2010
the child knew he
looked like a ghoul as he
sat on the bleachers at
pinnacle peak while a wild
west with slapstick thrilled the
audience – with gunshots and
a barrel that leaked. we learned
later the kid was with a
whole ghoulish trope who
dropped by in a hearse to
sell their parties – (yet) that
did not stop the
audience from
staring – or whispered
titters pointed fingers at the
child – glaring flashbacks of
me in first grade.
-ryngargulinski.2010
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