Change up

Breakin' Loose
By GC SMITH

Wha?

Change my poetry?

Think?

Do sumptin’ different?

Ol’ stuck
in the
lowcountry
pluff mud
me?

Gotta be kiddin’.

Not write
of estuaries,
of shrimp,
of crabs
of fishin’ poles
an’
of Boston Whalers.

Not write about
blue skies,
hurricanes,
nature’s treachery,
green marsh grasses,
tall pine trees,
mistletoe way up there,
live oaks,
resurrection fern
an’
SC palmettos.

Not write of
of wood storks,
of hawks an’ eagles,
of ibis,
of heron an’ egret
of painted bunting
an’ of
Carolina wren.

Not write
Of Gullah-Geechee ways,
of Frogmore stews,
of Oyster roasts
of Seafood gumbo,
of Savannah red rice
and
of the
laid back life.

Hell no. I can’t
change.

’cause
I’m mired in
Lowcountry lore
not to mention
quatrains
and
iambic pentameter
and
lettered rhyme schemes
and
all sorts of
crap
like that.

I don’t know
how
to break
the mold;
to do
neato
new stuff
like
free verse
with
jarring enjambment,
loose structure,
whoopsy-daisy
rhyme schemes
or no rhyme at all;
with
all the
accompanying
unfettering
of the
muse
that goes with loose.

I think
it may
be
too much
for
me.

Nope,
I don’t
know how
to break free,
no,no
not me.

but
then again,
maybe
just maybe
I managed
to do
just that.

Yum

Menu if You’re Feelin’ Neglected
by GC

Get yourself

some
comfort food
meatloaf, gravy
mashed potatos

Get yourself

some
comfort food
shrimp and grits
in demiglace

Get yourself

some
comfort food
pasta fazoole, crusty bread
good red wine

 

Get yourself

some
comfort food
rich buttery
pound cake

Get yourself

some
comfort food
bananna split
with a cherry

Got yourself

some
comfort food?
indulge, 
get comfortable.

Don’t get on a scale

Sibylline

She Knew The Future
by GC

I don't know how
she knew
that
our fortunes
would be
entwined
though when
I made that pass
she said,
of course,
I thought
you’d
never ask

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A Fairy Tale (fractured a bit)

The Princess and the Pee
by GC

Herewith is a story that takes place on a dark and stormy night. A princess lay atop her nine or so eiderdown mattresses listening to the downpour and thinking I have to pee but it's hell to clamber down from here. So she held it in, hoping that morning would come and her chambermaid would come with the chamber pot and save her the trouble of clambering down and going to la salle de bain (princesses have bathrooms with fancy French names) by herself. Still, the dark and stormy rain intensified her need to pee. And it came to pass that before the chambermaid appeared to tend her duties a prince appeared on the scene. He was a very tall prince -sort of Wilt the Stilt like- and his head was way above the level of the nine or so mattresses. He was also sort of an intellectual prince -much given to reading books- and so it was whispered throughout the kingdom that he was a prince with his head in the clouds, or that could have been just because he was so tall. Anyway he bent down and kissed the princess, which stimulated her bladder and caused her to turn into a frog. She hopped down from the nine or so mattresses and went and peed in a pond. Bladder empty, she lived happily ever after -on a lily pad. There was no word on what may have ever become of the Prince.

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"I've always been crazy, it keeps me from going insane" `Waylon

Bad Moon Rising
By GC

New moon
waxing crescent
waxing gibbous
full moon

There,
the full moon
the the cluprit moon
roils grey matter

Waning gibbous
waning crescent
relieves the pressure
till the dangerous moon returns