3 kilo-watt Flash
In the early morning of a joyful day,
I awoke looking for mischief
And I found it.
In one single instant, I jolted the entire household
to screams of a shocking lesson
as blue sparks erupted from tiny shears.
This makeshift arc welder brands infinity into my mind.
And the Alarm forever lectures 88:88.
I was always there to help
patch a father's countless injuries
always wondering at the unsuspected
broken bones broken hearts
Surgeries help restore a broken body
Broken hearts need mending too
Presently, he recovers
Hospital at Ten
It started with a spark
and turned into a fire
spreading fast and worrying the firemen
They tried using water
but the smoke morphed into curtains
So they brought in an EMT
The EMT chopped sinus three times
I still recall infection
can be so draining
Hot and dusty, tightened collars,
Idolistic relic altars,
Zombies in the parish
Maintain the quo, stay in your row,
While Archfiend carries on below,
Zombies cannot perish
Spinning on a tire
tethered to a blossoming tree
rooted in this world
thoughts swirl in my head
flying free forever longing
to remain in this surreal state
The earth comes rushing back at me
With blackness all around
someone stitches thoughts in place
Instead of Thee
A way of fun and sadness
My words spoken to page
Full of crazed madness
In my final age
Seven times I would try
And seven more would fail
The rub of my flight
Would have but short tail
A subject intro tore my heart
But how could I flee
A mental tie of letters
Left me with "teh"
One Life, One Love
One long pass from a beloved teammate
A sprint too fast—a sacrifice for the team
Every sound resonates in my head
The whistles, the horn, the sneakers on the floor
A tear, a twist
The gym floor suddenly meets my face
The perfect orange sphere
Was my world, my earth
The game is over—at least for me
stripped away in an instant
One aching knee and an even more aching heart
One life, one love, torn.
The Butt Crack
I was out by the pool
and out of the blue
he gave me a slash.
I didn’t know what to do.
The cut was so deep
the blood flowed so fast.
My attacker determined
to make the scar last.
On with the needles
the needles, a shot--
all of them hurt.
They hurt me a lot.
I kicked and I screamed
until they were done
I did all I could
but the doctors soon won.
Then it was wrapped
and it wound it was numb.
For the next couple of hours
I forgot what had been done.
Now the cut is all healed
from that glass attack
but my toe still resembles
a tiny butt crack!
Ode to Sukany
Going into college, I never saw what I had coming.
I began to get nervous about how it might be.
I walk into English and whom I saw almost had me running.
As I walk in, there stands my professor in room 243 .
He seemed so innocent or at least that’s what I thought.
He spoke of such things like "coloring" and "games."
And when he spoke of cake doughnuts, he had us all bought.
Little did I know, I would NEVER be the same.
I should have known better that this was too good to be true,
Through the stories and papers, I found myself in distress.
I soon realized his sole purpose was to color me blue.
As a matter of fact he succeeded, more or less.
Although I realized this man has taught me very well,
He most certainly saw it necessary to put me through hell.
Name: Todd Sukany
Three times a week
He was not meek
Fifty minutes a class
Words and letters by the mass
Games that were a deadly sin
There was no intention for us to win
He really loved all of this
And it is something I will never miss
Bugs in Unexpected Places
The words “Go home” rang in my ears
For some kids it seemed to be a mini vacation
No homework to fill the head
No teachers to dread
Isolation in my bedroom was no celebration
To me it was social humiliation
Confined to my room
No friends for a week
The bugs were as dandruff
My hair it would suffice
The Fast Lane
I was one head short of a shortcut
and Impatience had conquered me
I made a pass and was flipped off
Short cuts can be dangerous
Straight routes to completion
Without any of the hard work of course
Failure was destined to tag along remorsefully
hindering the way of one's path at times with its
deception and lies, pleas and cries of "only if I."
Telling the traveler to turn here, or to
stop and go back the other way, often
influencing one to do so, a blacking to one's eye
It was like a thin sheet of paper to a soft hand
not a lot of bleeding but painful
effort was awfully absent like always
a reminder of the years that I once lived in
school, I guess some things never change.
Watching the Wax Melt
Watching this winter show from the window
the Amish life becomes reality
as daily conveniences disappear
Rain becomes glass
on fragile branches that fall to the ground
causing pops and snaps, crunches, and crashes
Seeing nature’s destruction
fills the mind with thoughts
that the darkness will take over
Then it comes, as the clock ticks
Cooking over an open fire
Plug-ins become useless
Growing tired and impatient
being entertained by only
the flicker of the candle’s flame
The lights stay off all day long
Forgetting what it is like
to see a light bulb illuminate the room
Then, finally, a brightness warms the darkness
The silence is broken
Candles are put away
Technology resumes progression
How quickly we return
to the “simple” way of life
Ever have a dream
In which you were nude
And it’s not your fault
Sailing through the air
Beginning to shake
Feet turn red as they hit the lake
The water is cold
And so are they
Laughs, fingers pointing, eyes a stare
The laughs get louder
The pointing begins to pierce
Your heart is pounding
Why are they still laughing
They’ve had their fun
You worked so hard
Next time, breathe deep
Tie them up tight
And take the dive
What is Love
All your dreams come true,
Is what you call Love,
Everything you want,
A misconception of the heart
But once you achieve the highest,
What you feel,
Is it love?
A misconception of the heart
We search so deeply for a fulfillment unknown
Only to be hurt by
A misconception of the heart
Our tears burn brightly
Pain glows through in our body
But we still expect
A misconception of the heart.
Crescendo to Disaster
the roar of the crowd
whistle ringing in my ears
blinding lights, energy builds
3,000 people first of the season
now ready to march onto the field
on the field 150 pairs of eyes burning
something’s wrong, goes quiet around me
except the sound of my heart now in my ears
mistake made like a nightmare I wish was over
led the band ten yard lines over too far DISASTER
--- D Dick
Out of the Ordinary
A crumpled grey stone
thrown to the side of the road
The car is unrecognizable
an unexpected turn
sharp, to the left
the car flips
end over end
end over end
end over end
if this were a movie,
the windows wouldn’t be shattered
the car wouldn’t look like a ball of metal
coke cans wouldn’t liter the road
no one would lose an ear
no spine would be fractured
the shrill of the sirens
brings me back to reality
broken glass, mashed metal, injured bodies, weathered love
As my shadow
the residue of my fear,
becomes warped behind a towering
flame, echoes of screaming charge my pulse.
My blood boils, melting my face with sweat, revealing the innate beast within me.
my beast carries life
out of the burning monster,
stealing satisfaction from disfigured jaws.
The 9th floor was silent,
until my heart pumped, "
Dizzy and dazed
my vision blurred;
two black and yellow figures
floated in the distance.
They approached rapidly and caught me as I fell. They sacrificed all to save my simple soul.
Rely on God
Two suitcases for each person
One full of El Evangelio de Juan
The other, clothes, toothbrush, deodorant, tennis shoes
Juan arrives in
He wonders why he is ignored
He has all they need within his pages
A different language but the same power
If only they would read him
If only they could see
He has been there all along
Something with no name,
swallows him whole from limb to limb.
He was sneaky and greedy,
only wanting the upstanding trumpeter.
A monster from head to toe,
his joking like an evil jester,
his angry teeth still gnawing,
attacking the rest of the musicians.
Remembering what happened,
the monster sits and waits yet
for that trumpeter
quietly walking among the halls.
with No Name
Torn Apart from Knee to Heart
The pain, piercing
Walls, closing in
The snap, so loud
The snap, so loud
Did anyone else hear it
It’s getting cold on this hard floor
Am I laying down
Am I that clumsy
I’m the best
This can’t happen
Not my knee
Yet they’re pulling me up
I can’t believe I fell
Did I get caught in the net
I’m the best
This can’t happen to me
Not my knee
The sun awoke to my starving stomach,
I rolled off the covers and began a mission.
My frosted fruit pastry triggered a place
That could not be touched by any cornflake.
No matter how much my mom continued to buy
The whole grain shredded wheat, I will ever return
To my berry-filled pastry crust.
Sister watches as I reach for my final fruity delight,
A thwack thumps my dome with alarming force.
My legs give out; she doesn’t think twice.
Arriving to the doctor’s office barely awake
To find prescription for a minor concussion.
Suddenly I realize I never got my precious brunch,
‘Cause while I was out, all she did was munch.
On My Knees until the
Oh Night of unsurpassed darkness
Please just let me forget
Grass and blood awaken my senses.
A sustaining horn hurls me to a harsh reality.
too mangled to escape.
Little brother’s legs wave to me.
I try to pull them but all I do is color them red.
His legs speak, trying to calm me,
but it is no use because blood alarms me.
I search for the source,
and find somber reality in the touch of raw meat.
but a stranger consoles me, leads my escape out into reality.
Thankfully I am not alone,
sheltered by a community of souls.
The Smell of Ice
On the first day,
we had hamburgers.
On the second day,
we had hamburgers.
There are not thirteen
ways to fix a hamburger.
Soon I smelt of them,
of meat, ketchup, and mustard.
looked like a hamburger.
The surrounding mountains
the bun, businesses the meat,
Houses the cheese,
snow, the ketchup, and ice, mustard.
Soon a napkin restored
and I did not have hamburger.
As the yellow bus makes its routine stop
I caper onto the sizzling asphalt,
The air is still within the arch of the clouds.
I storm home,
Only to see the destruction those May days bring
Hearing the annual moving news.
Memories pass and friends' faces slowly fade
Skies open up with torrential downpour
streaming down my face
Picturing myself on another lonely yellow bus.
A lazy Sunday morning,
awakened by an unexpected ring,
I commute to Cox ICU.
Blood-shot eyes and heart-felt hugs, the stench
of rubber gloves and ill patients sicken me,
and gel sanitizer dries out my skin.
My stomach becomes queasy,
and uncertainty clouds my eyes
as I slowly approach his room.
Beep, beep…beep, beep.
Shock, sadness, and questions.
What were you thinking?
I squeeze his hand,
hope for a return
but still, nothing.
It’s time to say goodbye,
I hope you can hear me…
On a Rollercoaster
The people are like ants
opposite the expanse of the water below
but I am stuck at the top of this creature,
with no place to go.
With the steel blue giant mocking me
and the cool breeze in my face,
I think of the many terrible things
we meet, both personally and as a human race.
Praying to God for me to get down
with lukewarm tears and the setting sun,
I vow that if I get down…
I will try with every nerve and sinew
to live my life to the fullest extent,
praising God for more time…
which I promise will be most well spent.
I will cease to worry
about trivial things.
--- B Block
If we were watching
a horror movie
a knock on the window
from a man with
ripped clothes and
tousled hair would make
the girls in the van scram.
On the opposite side
of town, the man with ripped
clothes approached us slowly
the girls panicked
fear filled their eyes
and they shook in terror.
We slowly turned away
and killed that man
guarding the words
“God loves you”
An English Dungeon
I enter the dungeon, a trap with no windows.
I can barely breathe, crowded and cramped.
Where can I go from the pressure?
I can see rats and maggots crawling.
I know yet no escape.
One with the filthy rats, I feel trapped forever.
In prison I verse with Doyle and Strunk
Duane my friend is nearby and enchained as well.
The dragon’s games we must play, "Write on."
My nightmare continues around the clock.
This dragon is evil and corrupt his ADD will slay me.
I am tortured, but I have an option.
I will escape I see a way out.
I hold the key to write to my pardon.
come, the dragon is vanquished.
Sitting at my right arm
an eight-legged creature squirms
as it waits for me
Reaching for it
my nervous hand shakes
and two sticks slip through my fingers
the living creature fights
against my throat
Blue dye explodes
in my mouth like
a juicy red tomato
I gag in disbelief
as I conquer
the wiggly creature
--- M Hodges
Standing close to the edge,
she was a little bird.
Her nature was to leave the ground
below--toward the Canyons' colorful plateaus.
First, she would need to take flight.
She ran right to the edge of the rough, layered boulder.
It was too late to turn back now.
In a moment of exhilaration, her feet left the ground.
Her head was completely over the edge.
She was really flying!
Performing acrobatic circles and spins in the air,
the depth of the canyon did not matter to one with wings.
The rail lining the edge of the great monumental abyss,
acted as reality caught her waist and spun her around.
She was then pulled right back into safety by my father.
To a bird, it felt like being roped to the ground.
My sister discovered a couple of things.
She was, in fact, not a bird.
And to make the unbearable worse,
a child safety harness makes tethered flying safe and boring.
--- C Whitaker
Disturbing the Peace
Sitting in silence, honoring, respecting
Reflecting on the life of a grand friend
What is love, baby don’t hurt me, projecting
Intruding from the pocket near my rear-end
I recognized the song when it started playing
Why it went off, I could not understand
Heads whirl, eyes dart, angry and glaring
I think next time my phone will not attend
the wafer in the toddler’s eyes.
she does what she pleases
with it only to spit the wafer back out
after she has sucked all of his potential
leaving him with no hope
ruining his dreams and aspirations.
then, she prepares her next assault.
Dark grey skies loom overhead with
A gloomy sign of foreboding.
From these skies,
A light drizzle descends
Upon motor city.
Competition races on asphalt,
And in my case
On all weather track.
This meet would forever
Remain in my memories
Like a deep paper cut
Stinging, and aching in my mind.
Little did I know
My final jump
Would be my next.
My foot slips
And the sound of a shotgun
With a broken leg
Comes a broken dream.
A bronze medal
Is a dangling memoir
After months of crutches
And a blue plaster leg
I’m back on track.
Over-excited youth with their big smiling faces
Come from Wentzville suburban lifestyles
In their designer clothes
From their satisfying dinner
With their Bibles in hand
Ready to serve
Ready to reach people for God
Texas Summer day
One lonely and sad man
Comes from the streets of downtown
Trying to figure out his next meal
Ready to earn his next dollar
Ready with drugs in one hand and gun in the other
The perky youth jump onto the downtown streets
Footsteps of the two worlds
It isn't food he wants
He reaches for his gun
The youth gasp and scream
Police shove his face to the ground
Yet another soul unreached
A relationship is often a gamble
Things start out right and appear to be perfect
But something is bound to go wrong
Kings, queens, jacks
He and I mirrored their smiling faces
The joker rumored the ace
A little bend, a little push
We knew the rumors were was trouble
The other hand was a royal flush
we were just friends nothing more
there was nothing that should have made
anyone think "SCORE!"
The mirror "busted"
The rumors had won
Our game appeared to be done
We were both upset
We resolved to fold
Because of what everyone had been told
Bu we made a new game plan
We called their bluff
The rumors had made us tough
We decided to go all in
Believe it or not
We took the pot
Don't worry about me
I'm much happier now
Eat your dinner in front of the television
Watch Wheel of Fortune every night
Scream the answers
Since Grandpa is there to carry on our tradition
Cold Tree War
The branches compete
To make the loudest noise
From the fall
To see how much they can destroy
We try to duck
And hide from the falling explosions
We are scared
Of the damage they could do
They don’t care
They live to fight
The dark residue
of unhealed emotions
stalls the machine and