Sunday, May 5, 2024

Sacred Spaces

 Sacred Spaces

The trail is full of rocks
and the brambles
tear both skin and shirt
No one has been here
in a while except
Goat, Bear and Pika
There is something spiritual
in this remoteness
among the wind shaped pine
A storm growls
in the distance
and lightning sprites dance
The wind grows colder
and the mountain seems to groan
it is time to go down.

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Monkeys with Typewriters

 We poets are all Monkey’s with Typewriters



In cages of flesh,

with fire of thought,

We tap at keys,

by instinct or whim.

A game of chance and rhyme,

An epiphany scrawled,

or gibberish hurled?

A Shakespeare sonnet ,

or monkeys' world?

Each word falls,

a puzzle laid,

A world created,

at our fingertips beat.

Poets write

because they have to.

Happy for bananas,

or praise

though money wouldn’t hurt.


Monday, February 26, 2024

The Break up

 The Breakup

I thought Winter  had left me, 

with her cold-hearted ways,

cutting me to the bone.

I was happy to see her go.

now the snow is falling

and the windows are rattling.

Looks like the bitch is back.

                                       ch2024

Saturday, October 21, 2023

Red’s Leather and Velvet Bar

 Red’s Leather and Velvet Bar



It was the kind of bar,

that makes you happy

to give it all your money.

A classic 1950’s speakeasy

architecture, long seductive bar

with a back lit display

of rare and expensive booze.

The waitresses wore more ink

than tight mini-skirts

and the skirts were tight.

Tight enough to show

they had nothing to hide,

especially the one who climbs

the ladder to the top shelf.

I fell easily under its spell,

and ordered a Communist.

A gin martini with a cherry

and hammer and sickle,

made out of hot sauce,


Sunday, July 23, 2023

Background character

 

Background Character


Lost in my morning coffee,

I watch the hipsters

dominate the street.


I feel like I’m just a character

in the background

a nameless face in the crowd


A place filler in a masterpiece.

I’m sitting at a table,

working on my first novel.


The gendarmes are patrolling the streets.

I’m worried that they will chase me away.

Move the vagrant along..


If the artist had given me a chance,

I could have been someone.

Instead I’m just a character

in the background on someones canvas.




Saturday, July 15, 2023

America is a Big Box store



Big Box Store

Visit a big box store and see America.
There’s too much skin and too few teeth,
More Ink than a copy machine.
Spandex stretched
beyond its normal limits
Four kids in a shopping cart
at least one diaper is overflowing.
An associate is directing people
to the wrong Aisles out of spite.
People are lined up
for lottery tickets
and buying smokes in bulk.
Tweaking for nicotine
and chasing the lottery dream,
before the social security runs out.
There's an Alzheimer's victim
in the toy section, looking for her dolly.
Her husband is in the beer aisle,
looking for an escape.
A couple assholes are harassing
the gay computer tech
in the electronics section,
while the high school prom queen
shoplifts a pregnancy test.
Out in the parking lot there's a dog
slowly dying from the heat,
in a locked car.
Some guy in a flag-waving pickup truck
is doing laps, Playing Lee Greenwood's
“I'm Proud to be an American, “and muttering
about all the dark-skinned people moving into town.
A couple families have been car camping
for the last three weeks
because they can’t rent a place to live.

This is America in a box
Chris Hoagland 2023