Universal Piggyback

Posted on July 16, 2022 by M. Ashley

A very wise Indian fellow, or an Indian fellow we are supposed to think is wise, got awfully judgey when he said it is a terrible misconception that the governing force of the Universe is love. I mean, how sappy could we be? But the thing is, I know the Universe, have met it in a her/him person many times, and I can tell you for certain she is love-powered. She especially loves group hugs and jumping on your back for a piggyback ride. She giggles and sometimes covers your eyes as you run and run and run.

-M. Ashley

Memoir Poem, Poetry

Eau de Summer Camp (poem)

Posted on May 9, 2022 by M. Ashley

The base note has something to do with
sunscreen—a fair haired girl’s
most important piece of camping gear
next to bug spray
which is the sharp second layer of the scent.
The whiff of stiff, chlorinated towels,
unwashed and hot from the top
of the waist-high chain link fence
they were draped over to dry
completes the first perfumer’s chord.

For nuance, a drop of happy sweat
from happy children come to wash
their hands and faces with pink powdered soap
from lime green metal dispensers
hung over shabby sinks
on which daddy long legs perch
each rolling their eight dull eyes
at the rush and frivolity of the new generation.

-M. Ashley

Humor Poem, Poetry

Ravens Are Self-Aggrandizing Assholes (poem)

Posted on May 1, 2022May 1, 2022 by M. Ashley

A raven would
Literally have to scream
Nevermore in my face for
Me to know the difference
Between him and the
Crow over whom he has
Elevated himself

Largely by having once
And famously screamed
Nevermore
In this other poet’s face.

-M. Ashley

Tweets by WeirdSpiritPod

Misc Poetry, NaPoMo, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

NaPoWriMo: We Prostitutes

Posted on April 30, 2022 by M. Ashley

We don’t look down on
each other here. This one forced
this one willing, this one forced
by force, this one forced by
circumstances, this one forced

and not knowing it, thinking that she,
in her non-stripper shoes, in control of
the chess board, receiving presents
is above it.

We all cry into the same
sweaty pillows.

-M. Ashley

NaPoMo, NaPoWriMo, Nature Poem

NaPoWriMo: This Crow Right Here Though

Posted on April 29, 2022 by M. Ashley

Low and lazy
The swagger eye
Pumped up in the gutter
At sunrise

Fly?
Fuck you. I fly
When I want to fly

So high, motherfucker
You’ve never seen so high.

-M. Ashley

Humor Poem, NaPoMo, NaPoWriMo

NaPoWriMo: Worst Poem Ever

Posted on April 19, 2022 by M. Ashley

I trace your ribs
In cerulean ink
Dewdrops of blue
On the skin
A connect-the-dots
That somehow
Resembles a unicorn
In calligraphy lines
A unicorn with the stripes
Of your bones
A child of myth
And the Serengeti
A mythical zebra with a horn

They must have had unicorns
In the Serengeti too
And your ribs
And my ink
Must have been
What their pelts looked like
On the walls of mythical hunters

If they had pottery
In the mythical Serengeti
And this cerulean ink
Would stick
I would trace your ribs
On the pottery too
While you are sleeping
The rise and fall of your abdomen
With your sacred breath
The reason the lines would be blurred
Not my tears, my love
Not my tears

-M. Ashley

Misc Poetry, NaPoMo, NaPoWriMo, Poetry