A Selection of Weird Poems

Three poems for everyone and more for members

Hello, Daylight Cloud Chasers!

Today, I’m working on living up to the name Weirdo Poetry. Before the paywall, you will find a haiku comic (and a recording of me reading it) and two additional poems with my narration. Members will find a set of ten haiku I wrote as a getting unstuck exercise. a few loose thoughts on inspiration, and a look inside my notebook behind the paywall

cotton candy clouds
and treetops reflected in
the muddy puddles

Why Leave the Flowers?

A discarded token of love lay splayed across
a white boundary line in a parking lot.
The August-colored mums in all their glory
arrayed around a mighty sunflower in full bloom, 
with a crook in its neck.

Who can tell if the flowers were tossed in a fit
of pique, the result of some revelation of infidelity perhaps,
or if the flowers were dropped in an act of ebullient
carelessness?

Why leave the flowers?
There are no crime scene investigators for broken hearts. 

Baptized in the Eye of the Dragon Nebula

Don’t tell Mom and Dad
I was baptized in the eye of the Dragon Nebula
and drank the sacred interstellar wine.
Afterward, I uttered heresies and the whole host of heaven
laughed as they cast me out.

A transfigured testament to the indifference of the angels,
I drifted in the deep dark of the cosmos.
My soul was shredded by a gravity well 
and my ambition stripped off by a wandering planet
who also took my wallet.

Goldfish aren’t immortal, but six years is an eternity.
I tried existing outside of the bounds of time but
nobody cared to hear my melancholy tale.
It’s only half finished anyway.
How long can you live without ambition or a soul?

Dark isn’t infinite. 
One prick of light sends it scampering into 
The unknowable cupboards of the Universe.
I found a flashlight in my front pocket.
The wandering planet must have missed it.

I miss the nebula, but I can’t give up my heresies.
The cost of the return ticket is too much,
going to ride to the end of the line this time.
Not well acquainted with success, but
intimately familiar with failure.

I don’t miss my ambition, but a wallet 
and a soul would be nice right now.

The rest of this post is for paying subscribers. Below this paywall, you will find ten haiku, some pages from my notebook, and some thoughts on inspiration. Paid subscribers not only get full access to Tuesday and Thursday posts, but they also get FREE digital copies of my books and zines as they are released. You can click the button below to upgrade your subscription or to get a FREE trial.