This week Shawn and JM made another collaboration video, because they are fun to do.
This poem’s prompt was “pickup the nearest book, go to page 29 and use the first 10 words you see to write a poem”. We each picked 5 from the nearest books. For Shawn, that was a Dylan Thomas collection, for me it was a book of Haiku about Zombies. This made for an interesting set of words.
The poem turned out to be a lesbian love poem. We are both proud of it.
Just Please Don’t Speak It, Yet
JM Romig & Shawn King
The harbor skyline unwrinkles
as the sun shrinks from a bright and brilliant gusher
into a dying glow-worm on the horizon
The city behind us settles in for the night
as the last of the working class zombies
punches her time card for the day.
On the park bench, looking over the river
we unwind, watching the smoke
from your cigarette carry
out towards the water.
You and I,
and these drugged up
dropped out zombies
of this ghost-town harbor
are all that linger
I run my fingers across your palm,
putting on the voice of a wild gypsy
pretending to divine us a future
far from this place where our pumpkin
will forever be a chariot
our gowns, never again rags in the midnight hour.
You giggle, and cover your mouth,
as if joy is unbecoming of a lady.
I smile as if to say
“Come with me,
Ditch all these antiquated ideas of woman-ness.
Lets take off all our clothes,
and run naked and honest
into the dying sun
to express our forbidden love
in the daylight of some other city
far far away.”
You let go of my hand,
and stare down at the pavement.
“You know this can’t last forever”
is what your eyes loudly express