Week 496 (December 29 - January 11) Poems Topic: Last Page

[C.P., Windrunner]

You have until the 11th of January to post a poem and from the 12th to around the 18th of January, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: last page

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

[Garrison]

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: We Love You, Alejandro Cherrystone
GENRE: Traditional Poetry
RATING: PG-13 for violence, language, and sexual content



Every last page of his love letter collection
Breathed new life into his bloody erection
“We love you, Alejandro Cherrystone!
We can do it in your cell or on the phone
We know you’ve skinned your victims raw
We know you broke a prostitute’s jaw
We know you mutilated neighborhood pets
It doesn’t make us lust for you any less”

Every last page of the dirtiest magazines
Is filled with beauty nobody’s ever seen
Long black locks and androgynous lips
Tight black Speedo clinging to his hips
A six-pack that he worked hard to sculpt
Smooth legs that could start his own sex cult
It’s easy to forget his towering body count
Even when formaldehyde assaults your snout

Every last page of the stenographer’s notes
Crushes every baby girl’s romantic hopes
A heart like his could never be warm
Neither could his corpses left out in the storm
A life behind bars is what he so deserves
Not to be sexed up by the youngest of pervs
Not to be a wet dream for teenage queens
There’d be no debate if he looked like a fiend

Every last page of his death certificate
Makes claims of innocence insignificant
Stabbed to death with a rusty shank
While making a deposit in the sperm bank
Shower water washed away his blood
And the mess left by his supermodel butt
Never mind leaving flowers on his grave
Unless it’s necrophilia which you crave

Every last page of his docudrama script
Now smolders in a pyromantic abyss
No glory for killers, no cinematic thrillers
But compensation for his victims’ tear-spillers
They don’t have to forgive for Jesus’ sake
If Alejandro was alive, he’d continue to take
Never giving back to the world he bloodied
Except for hybristophilia to his favorite honeys

Rest in piss and we’ll see you in hell
This is the only story we should tell
Until the next killer casts a horny spell
Until the next cult forms, oh fucking well

[M]

Postmark

I heard what had become of her.
Her letters, in a graceful hand,
evoke a youth of waves and sand,
of office jobs time left a blur.

The ink conceals a helpless rage.
As moonlight glints on stems of wine,
she laughs; again her hand seeks mine,
the summer of the torn last page.

[Anne]

Title: The Writer

On and on she wrote
Words both trite and true
A ritual's slave
To honor a pledge.

Sentences newly formed
By fingers cramped
Tell a tale
Of joy and pain
Homage to the past.

Paragraphs bounce 'round
pages worn
with changes made
and cast aside,
It hones her skill.

The very last page
Brings a sigh of relief
To eyes blurred with strain
And mind numb and weary
So to honor her calling.

[Ryan]

The Journey Home

She tells me her pain is a squall,
sudden and vicious, like a flash
storm whipping in from Bass Strait
to batter King Island.
Do you remember our Island, Garth?

Her doctors build shelters; nurses
batten hatches, but this tempest
won’t blow over. She says her pain is a vulture now,
circling the desert on threadbare wings.
A glass of water if you please, Garth?

With beak and claw, it slashes and rips
nerve endings, drinks color from her eyes.
The pain is no longer squall or vulture,
she whispers, but the final page turning.
One last story before bed, dear Garth?

I don’t tell her that I’m her grandson—
not her brother Garth, stolen by war.
She’s a thin sheet stretched over an empty
bed; a gull’s cry on the wind.

~ R ~
first published at Eunoia Review

[M]

Beautifully written, Ryan, and unsettling! Very effective use of images.

[Ryan]

Thank you, M. Very kind :)