Mimi and Mona's Poetry: Our Morning-After Existential Chemicals

©Our Morning-After Existential Chemicals

Mona Arizona

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Your eyes reflected how I radiated life;

you said that once.

I was lost in your arms and

became a different woman

with each whispered word

of possession and lust

that rushed over the cliffs

of mobile, kissing lips like

a torrent waterfall, and I couldn’t breathe.

My fingers traced patterns on your skin

and I thought

if ever there could be a

moment in time I could freeze,

this would be it... dear G-d,

this would be it. Then,

you Chapter Sevened my love—

you took all of it. Everything!

So, what were you thinking, man?

What were you saying to me?

I needed practice holding my body

against someone new?

Hey, Prince Charming;

I didn’t shampoo my hair

for other men to sniff.

Did you believe me out of my mind?

You could have been the

amalgamation of my dreams,

but you were forever a man

of few words that were just out of reach.

You’ll never be able to cop a feel...

your brain will be as limp as your cock,

sucker.

The tarmac

fell away from the plane,

teardrops fell away from the sky,

and the fall with two broken wings...

no, it wasn't you, it was me...

Your electric cereal bit you back, huh?

Smile, bone daddy, because it will be

the only bite you will get in

this least favorite part of my life...
my life without your feigned love.

Your words transformed,

became weapons with the capacity to

rip me in half, but

before the sun set on your last sentence—

remind me to call you—

I understood they and

your kisses held a million deceits

during our amassed years; and

fighting the ghosts of

our history meant only

you must stay, I must fly.

I won’t be the last woman

you will sweep off her feet

with heart-racing speed.

You will always have this reminder...

I will be flying high, you will not;

and the lifetime of a love you lost

will fly high and free with me.

Last night ended forever

in a bitter-sweet memory.

Today’s rain washes away

our morning-after existential chemicals

like a bright sunrise

in a wide-angle lens.

I’m free. I’m smiling

and flying high, and I’m free.

Mimi and Mona's Poetry: ©Trapped in a Pearls-vs-Men Marathon

©Trapped in a Pearls-vs-Men Marathon

Mona Arizona

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the moment we first set

sight on each other,

I knew I was in for

an adventure.

your hat slanted over

to one side in a

rakish way opposite

your straight-laced self.

your outstretched arms embraced

me a bit longer

than those in the lobby

wanted to observe.

the angel in your eyes

became devilish

and your crooked smile was

a wicked grin.

the softness of your lips

pressed hard against mine

and your tongue maneuvered

into my mouth.

you could have been scabrous

but I’d have been blind.

are you capable of

more than pretense?

I arrived trapped on the

wrong side of cool

like a prop in the lobby

of your folly

Now, in the hour of our lust,

there is more of me

in parts of you than a

gutsy psychosexual landscape

And, I know that I am

cast before the swine of

gluttony— that we are

trapped in a pearls-vs-man marathon

(Malcolm Liepke, The Embrace, oil, 52 x 40 in.)

Mimi and Mona's Poetry: Bringing Sanity To Clarity

No one dishes happiness up on a silver platter. 
It's an illusive notion to believe happiness is something that can be acquired from an external source
—it's a fantasy.
Happiness in an inside job.

©Bringing Sanity To Clarity

Mimi Wolske

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You stripped me down

dropped me in the cold

and then watched so

you could say shut up—

you just wanted

to get rid of me

I’m unable

to make decisions

with a full moon

shaking hands across

my dizzy eyes

and my love-stripped heart

You never dreamed

I’d refuse to wear

your coward shoes—

I know you’re lying

sandwiched between

someone else’s sheets

I wish I knew

some other language...

never wanted

to discover you

under another’s

sunset embracing

You are the one

living in bondage

and her baked goods;

does she know you are

erasing her love

with every fuck

Tomorrow’s tide

and yesterday’s smoke

screens don’t move me;

your keypad grin and

pixilated lips

can’t distract me

You walked away

pushed me from your life

without a word

while I gathered heat

from burning bridges

left in your wake—

I don’t need proof

no explanation

just vitamins;

I will survive...

bringing sanity

to clarity

Mimi and Mona's Poetry: ©Scourged

Mimi Wolske

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Have I dissolved in a fever

or is this some dream that pours

from my mind like bitter grapes

and devours my countenance?

In a world gone dizzy and grey

from an annihilation of pathos,

with false bravado, I stand

naked before many judges.

Unlike the nude on the painter’s

canvas, my nakedness is my vulnerability

and my defense against the accusations

whipped across my broken flesh.

The accusers don’t close their eyes;

with eager desire, they observe every

inch of bleeding bits of meat rip from

my body and soar like the wind’s slave.

If only I could unzip

this coat of torment and pain,

this ignominy before the rain

erodes all memory of who I was.

Mimi and Mona's Poetry: A Congress of Distress

With a little humor, poetry becomes not only fun to read but can encourage the reader to desire to read more.

Enjoy

©A Congress of Distress

Mimi Wolske

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if there's no Holy Haluski in heaven,

then your heavenly touch

may well ignite my mashed potatoes

and my gastro innards will

never perform their growling symphony