I asked my followers on Tumblr to give me topics and I would write poems around anything submitted.
Here they are.
The map led to a blighted plaza
And the was a hint of the familiar.
I was thirty miles out of my way
On a trip 200 miles too-far
I’d come to this shop
I’d read Flash and Bone and Spider-Man
I discovered Wizard and Dragon Dice-
But Never Spawn.
Odin’s still stands,
Though the nearby pizzeria is gone
Odin’s trucks on, handing out
Magic and flight.
I’d made my pilgrimage
To the place where Superman died.
I left with a stack of Green Arrow
And sweet potatoes from next door.
I told the man at the counter
What his shop had done
I told him about the small, awkward kid
Who now came back to call.
There is a cat.
The cat sits
on the dark stool
in the dark room
where we curl on the floor
puffy, half closed,
Watch the cat as she watches me.
If my pupils were black holes
If my arms were infinite
A thousand times they’d wrap around her.
But distant she watches
And in that silent, feline way
(In which Pharaohs must have been enthralled)
She judges, and I know.
God sent angels to sit on our shoulders
left and right.
Some one sent a cat
to sit in my heart.
”I told you so.“
You bastard, blanched and blighted cur!
Be ye broccoli, or be ye cabbage?
Be gone, whichever, mongrel, sir!
Heed me and my new-minted adage:
Cauliflower, wickedest in the garden
Plaguing man since fifteen hundred:
Causes babes to weep and hearts to harden,
Thus drive it out, lest lunch be sundered.
The tides and tolls of seas and bells
Ring and wash the particulars.
“This night, or that?” we laugh,
“Was he there, or…?”
The forgiveness known
Between two so separated
Is deep, and simple.
The purity of simple joy
Makes each reunion a holiday.
You find me,
I lose you.
Months go by.
But sometimes I am lost and lonely in some warm corner of the world
And I know you’re not thinking of me.
But I also know
I walked into what room you are in-
Or should you into mine-
The night would last ‘til dawn.
Two cups between us,
Two long books of unspoken words.
The cups soon were emptied,
And while much was discussed
And many words exchanged
Those two books sat empty,
Scarcely a prologue uttered between us.
We finished our coffee, we finished our dialogue.
A heap of change rattled on the counter
The bell on the door jangled softly.
Two turns before me,
Two roads my car to take.
The highways soon were emptied,
And while miles & songs fell away beneath me,
And more coffee flowed to guide me,
I found myself no closer to answers,
No destination on my map.
I finished my wandering,
Turned my back on that horizon
Your words rattled in my thoughts,
Your passions echoed in this writing.