love needs an explanation?

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Café

We pick up from the streets, words
and skin stretched
thin over
mother’s lips.
Dumpster love along the spillway, free;
sunshine through the way. She
dances to the jukebox,
a knife in back of cowboy lust
to celebrate the waitress.

Open sign askew a door
of rust and nails of regret
scratchandspitandspew
coffee dust.

from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days


heyyMichele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

gas station dialogue

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Found Mister D #7

no problem-
have a good night
tires are washed out
clutch is sticking
dr pepper, not much
else is clicking
their dad needs his lotto cards
pays with a roll of quarters
he goes back in one more time
the sixth


heyyMichele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

love

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soon my teeth will fall out
and the broken glass on the floor
will get cleaned up
how on earth can a mind be unrest
while dealing in such certainties
i walk the dogs
i prepare a meal
things are folded without nary a thought
i’ll cradle this one little word until i die
even if it kills me


heyyMichele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

Vlog No. 1: This is serious. #winter

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the science of breaking up

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taken down by you

removed from the planted feet
on shaken ground
but i was at steady
and there you are with your pinholes
irrational, sweet little desires
that they are
a worked-over poem can be good
but can it be honest
i wish i could speak of the stars
or a hummingbird, landing it fierce
and new on your ears, still
saying something…
weighty.
the words would be of sinew, sinewy
and yet there is no meat
a connected emptiness, related
this dissipated space to the next
don’t you know you fall through such tangles?
don’t you know nothin’ at all


heyyMichele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

midnight prayer

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the truth is

you’re all a bunch of horrible animals

i come home tonight after many drinks
with friends of like mind
and still i am not consoled
and still i want to google
and use
“how to make a molotav cocktail”

maybe fear the people like me
with some semblance of how to use the language
to effect
but good luck to anyone counting on thaT–
i’m not.

if you haven’t a two for one special,
fuck off.

they will speak of admiration
and the oh so cute with your revolution
but listen here girlie
there is a better way…

thank you, i am quite practiced
at the grin that gets me through

of all the things i fake upon the universe
this is the worst

i will keep telling my children–yes,
you can. demand it.
i will keep telling the poets, yes–
the world needs you.
the world fucking needs you!
and secretly hate that i am lying.
secretly hate that there is nothing
literaly not a thing you can do about it
but rock on with your bad self.
PLEASE
PLEASE
PLEASE
rock on with your bad self.
FUCK! if absolution is what you seek,
let me pull out my big white power of knowing what it means
to be an American–the only true
and native son
of an empire set on eating its young.
once again, GOD BLESS US, EVERYONE.

but he don’t know what it means

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it appears like nagging
this unrestrained desire for more
give me
give   me
give
     me

the setting is a room
with soft white walls
a flowered plant in various
stages of bloom, delighting in all
from ripe to waning …
fresh air, billowing
the curtains into your space,
knocking things over and
snuffing out the candlelight

if one could direct the flow of energy
would not one shut the fucking window?


heyyMichele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.