i can’t sleep tonight
so i breathe in the beauty
of your supine sighs
in the glow of christmas lights–
kissing prayers onto your cheeks.
Author: randyribay
ho ho ho
poetrywhen i step into the evening
it feels like snow–
absent a blanket of
white–strings of light
blink silent shouts.
-_
poetryrain taps at the glass
in such a subtle staccato–
by the time we look
it’s snow.
warm but lockless.
poetrysixty-degree days
in december are as
disquieting as
pooping in a
stall without a lock.
Excerpts from a Cover Letter
poetry…I am an artistic and athletic nerd with a social conscience, who occasionally enjoys bubble baths, is organized to a superior degree, and reads poetry (admittedly, celebrity gossip on occasion) while defecating…
haiku
poetrychristmas lights left on
through the night radiate calm–
moments before you wake.
forgive me for i have edited
poetryi pictured your face
contorted in disgust
when i cut out
shit and goddamn
excusing your expletives
to protect propriety
what choice words
will your pen
spit now?
well wishers
poetrymy gaze falls downward
the dried out walls secrete dust
centuries’ sighs.
scenes from the domestic war front
poetryblack and red
hedge trimmer in hand
i set to work conquering
these unruly bushes
until a spark of
amber flame licks at my elbow
and then power’s out because i
cut off the cord in the
course of some friendly fire.
winter haiku
poetrycold bites fingers
toes nose driving us into the car
for ten minutes of heat.
hope springs…er, something rather
poetryhope sometimes
pokes it head out
slow like a turtle you
knew it was there
all along it was just
a matter of time but
every now and then
hope catches you by surprise
like a kiss in the dark.
after all the leaves have fallen
poetrythe sunlight hits the
ground in skeletal shapes
except one tree stubbornly
resists its leaves drops
of red blood shimmering
and quivering at the
end of the street staring
at you like a slap in the face.
gregory & the hawk at the church
poetryin a small
chapel with
elaborate wood
carvings we
listened to the singer
who drank beer
and rambled
between songs.
i closed my
eyes held your
hand lost myself
in the vocals
finding God more
in this than in the
elaborately carved
wooden chapel.
haiku
poetryminute ripples
in the sidewalk’s puddles
from this week-long drizzle.
bass, tone, tone, bass, slap
poetrybass, tone, tone, bass, slap
bass, tone, tone, bass, slap
i’ve got the answer
it’s in these red palms
finding the rhythm
on this taut goat skin
bass, tone, tone, bass, slap
bass, tone, tone, bass, slap
i’ve got the answer
it’s in the night air
keeping the downbeat
in this room upstairs
bass, tone, tone, bass, slap
bass, tone, tone, bass, slap
i’ve got the answer
it can’t be spoken
but if you listen
i think you’ll get it
tone, tone, tone slap, slap bass, bass
i’d be a novelist
poetryif i had a
longer
attention
span
and could
stand my
characters
beyond
two pages
or
maintained
interest in
the plot
beyond
the exposition
or could
write
more than three
words per line
i’d be a
novelist
and you’d read
my novels
keep them
at eye level
on your shelves
quote lines to
seem erudite
recommend them
to friends
too bad
the distance
between
IF and your
shelves
has already
defeated me.
democracy and starbucks
poetryif i were a true
anarchist i’d make
some hideous connection
to comment on
our culture causing you
to recoil in disgust at
the systems you’ve
bought into
but
i’ve come
to the conclusion
i’d rather call it quits
and give up coffee, democracy,
and comments about either
altogether.
fall back
poetrygive me an extra
hour two cups of
coffee and stand back
i transform into
a domestic superhero
vanquishing tasks
that have been
delayed for weeks
i slept in
mowed the lawn
cleaned the house
washed both cars
bought groceries
and it’s only 3:30pm
give me one more
hour and the world
would be mine
(or at least there’d
be a clean toilet).
the leaves turned
poetrywhen i turned
my back.
seasons
poetryi would like to retreat
like a hibernating bear:
“fuck winter.
wake me when it’s over.”
the sieve and the sand 
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