Audy's Awkward Adventures

a chat and a riddle

the crow will croak at the spoon.

X reasons why I never write you:

Reason 1

we are the great fling of a frizbee throw
like how you used to call me Cookies
and I would launch you back a pout
these games we played delighted Day
but spinning heads could not have saved
what came failing on after

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Day was my calculus professor some, some years ago P: X is my best friend, and I'll be writing poems for and about him.

X reasons why I never write you:

Reason 2

dare I welcome you back to Georgia
the red back pines the rolling hills
the lazy summer days horseback
mottled flies dart perturbed by
humidity sweat drenched creeks
children playing in woods sink sand
stories of ghosts between the barks & banks

you lived out in the boonies with the sheepdogs
held your hand out to me scaled and rough
with cotton puffs stitched in
the need to protect in those limbs
I see your Jamaica in those eyes

I see myself too—
those brown molasses pools
shown in the negative

when I'm there writing you
is writing that hole inside myself

Oh, Reason 2 was lovely ^^ I could really identify with it, being from the South (assuming you're talking about the American state, and not the Middle Eastern country). I love poems like this. It seems to me like the last two lines are kind of irrelevant and unnecessary, but maybe that's just me. Favorite line(s): stories of ghosts between the barks and banks, and I see Jamaica in those eyes.

^ TY so much C:
Yeah, I wasn't sure how much I carried across. I might later revise:

those brown molasses pools
where I'm dipped in the negative

and end it thusly. Thanks <3 ^_^

Reason 3

i wanna be a modern day femme warrior nomad
because i find funny the way your expression says
i could've axed off my knees instead

but didja know
the American <<ow!>> first derived from the core of cow
heavily processed and shoveled to citizens
intestines and inners going down like stones
scraping narrow gullets?

the Spanish want for none of that
they prefer the pain of <<aiiie>> battle cries
of the one-eyed pirates of the Armada who stuffed cannons
like how we popped pills

Japan of east mark <<itai!>> times over the kiss
of a samurai sword swiped clean of entrails
and the whistle of boiling your rice by tea

the Brits are a more sophisticated bunch
let loose all <<interjection nonsense>>
for swap of poetic !@#$&0 phrasings

i told the nurse
the trouble with not knowing where you're from
is not knowing how to express your pain
all you end up is the hung open silence
of an O tongued fish

Your poetry makes me really happy inside. XD .-. <3

I told the nurse
the trouble with not knowing where you're from
is not knowing how to express your pain
all you end up is the hung open silence
of an O tongued fish.

I like the ending of this poem. I want to connect to the places in deeper ways to really feel like I miss them in the end.

^ Thanks everyone C:

Reason 4

thumb pressures turn
red to white and back again
kaleidoscope of touch
if this is skin, i cannot help but wonder
at the aurora of souls.

Reason 2 is wonderful and I agree with your proposed re-write for the end! It's probably my favourite, though Reason 3 is close.

<3 Thx. This next one's a bit rough on the edges, but I'll work on it some time.

Reason 5

we're in a skybox
above carnival scapes
dangling by wires, a straight away zip

yet somehow, I'm back home
at my mother's clothesline tending old laundry.

I used to take the clothespins off,
feel the wooden prongs
the spring coiled fresh for the bite

The game was to stick them at the edge
of nostrils, the tips of ears, whatever
flap of skin wanted sacrifice most,
and endure.

Endure until you're the last one standing---
broken face wide, but I won everytime.

The trick is to close both eyes and smile
smile so that your face morphs another person
so that you're teeth plays push-ups
with each twitch of a muscle
so that the tears pour
forth closed lids so that the monkey smiles break
hyena laugh, and feel the dimples fold in
each cheek, tighter, tighter
until all shapes contort, until your body breathes quivers,
and nostrils sneeze
the face off.

When we're back on ground, you asked
how I enjoyed today, by now
I'm such a pro, I don't even need clothespins.

April 6th
A break from all my Reasons.

An acrostic meets a multiplication table? CX

I love love love love love that poem.

"mea[broken]sures." <-- That is asdfghjk awesome. <3

A/N: It's been a busy, but I'll press on.

Some Stones


I grow a little fisherman
each day, who waits by
the bay's hide
and tries to hold on tight to
the line,
leash up my spine,
and strike,
strike until the water's fine.

He's in my soup at night forgetting
to eat - so
I forget the eating and invite
whomever,

just

come by 'cross the line
and take me
places, talk about going
and meeting faces, then talk
about the comfort of our living
homes. Our bodies tracing
skin and sundials
phoning for shadow's kin.

Later, we'll rent some cartwheels,
or better!
Some stones
to pepper the lake.