The Bard of Liminga

haiku 13.51 — gargoyle

I see the sad face
of a gargoyle — my heart rolls
like a mossy stone

This poem was featured last week at Mad Swirl dot com’s Poetry Forum.

I’m lying on the couch
listening to This American Life,
wearing Ira Glass’s glasses.

They’re talking about climate change
and the fires last summer
in Colorado, in Fort Collins

where we used to live,
a shimmering wall of fire
a mile long and 1000 feet high.

There are too many people
who refuse to believe, the skeptics
and the deniers and the godfearers

who might be wiser to fear man,
but it’s easier to ignore the facts
until it’s their house on fire.

I love you like Jerry Lee Lewis
loved his 13-year-old cousin.

He was reviled in America in 1964
so he played the show of a lifetime
in Hamburg, goodness gracious!

If you gave me one night
I’d play you like a piano
in a honky tonk joint, pounding
all your ivory keys.

I was burning up
in the yellow fire of dawn –
pinioned to the stake

of my own passion.
Three geese flew by — honk honk honk –
broken car alarm.

when you said goodbye
it stopped me like magazine
ad watch hands — 10:10

I have a poem on the Mad Swirl poetry forum. I had forgotten about it, a nice surprise.

Do you like it? Tell me what you think.

Thanks, Mad Swirl Editors.