vagrant observations

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West Coast Notebook Re-Entry Poem

if only all days
were the ways
in which
the rainbow propagates
into jumbo mouse ears.
wrought iron fences shaped to
hold the childhood in.
what sort of wicked porn
turned this into
a busty lustful waterfall moment
a wife-beater
wet w/ sweat moment
the are you joking me
about the avocados moment.
only in the absurd
does absolute purity
dine on skin flick

the center of the country pretends these margins do not exist
while they’re ogling all over it
while they’re licking the sweat right off!
it’s an interesting slice of pie


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.

sometimes i forget i have a blog

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cityscapes while sitting on a cold, cold stone

it’s been a full day
business + reminisce,
lake shore & shoreline.
the city-
it costs to walk the streets here.
unnoticed is unpaid…
not everyone has a dream beyond
a warm meal and a safe bed.

street gospel thaws a pedestrian
every 6 or 7 turns.
that’s not too bad
but it’s not too good either.

can you tell me where the yellow brick road goes
when unaccompanied by
red sequined shoes?

bitch, ain’t nobody
got time for that.

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.