August 2022 Poetry Showcase from Elizabeth Cusack

L.A. re-imagined from another photo

Impulse

And they are empty
Their hats are small
It’s just me now

No reason to fake or crawl
There’s nothing to fight for
Let them take it all

We live on in a string of threads

Impulse is a strong motivation
Be aware of consequence
It is the primary cause
Of inconsequence

I feel so irrelevant
One minute to the next
That’s what’s so interesting
About the internet.

Georgia O'Keefe

We will set up two studios
With lots of pleasurable things

In between
We will walk into the night
And gaze at the stars

If I had a brave companion
I would gladly live
And combine with the spirits
A rifle by my side

I am loaded but living free

Like Georgia O’Keefe
This world is not for me.

He Phones

He phones me when I’ve lost my phone
For a second I almost remember
What I dreamt last night.

I wash it down with alcohol
And go to sleep again
I really nail it today
For the petit bourgeoisie.

I was the best thing
Which is why we met
When the world goes black
We’ll cuddle again.

I finally found my white wand
And the circle of light to banish it from
One foot away is where we’ll stay.

You may not enter here
All things are possible
Except for happiness
Those who want it have it least.

You Shot Me

Still, you shot me last night
Thought we were better than that
We aren’t living long, are we?
I am the thing called death
And I’ll see you after a while.

You hold my heart with your trigger
This thing they call love
And no dreams
Nothing  left
But memories of what used to be.

Stay with me—
Tonight I don’t recognize the name of the poet
The signature, the annotation,
None of it
It is mine.

Mother

Mother comes in dreams
Offering me skirts
I would never wear
Short skirts
A-lines in bright pink or navy blue
She says, “Now you’ve put on weight,
They’d look good on you.”

She must fix me somehow
Her Cinderella
So we are she
Wear her clothes
And have her body.

Gall

We’ll see you every once in awhile
On a lonely street
I hold the golden  fleece
Empty drinks
Empty sinks
Empty bars
A small hill to keep in place
A cleft on a sharp chin
No one except one old used to be
Somewhere there’s a paper with my words on it
They’ve got me
They’ve got gall
Ready to fall
The men at the other end
The men on the other side.

Outlaws

I lived underground
Then went somewhere
And started over again
I had a voice like a sedative
Things turned out perfectly
The bars stayed open
I could drown out cars
I could crease my cheeks.

Someone would find me
We’d align like planets
We were practiced outlaws.

The moon falls and the world wobbles
But we get the plot
We beat them to the draw
We’re high on the chain.

Thread

I lose the thread
Pretend it’s not happening
I slather on paint
All this frivolity has gotten to me.

There’s a plane to catch to eternity
Jokers confess alibis I’m willing to believe.

Futures

I predict futures when no one is listening
I predict futures all of the time
This is what happens when no one is listening
The future surprises the deaf and blind.

You don’t need absolution dragging around
But if you do, it’s the same old sound
There’s just so many ways to brutalize the empty
I distil frequencies – it’s not as easy as it sounds.

I Love You

Another delicate breakdown
Another reason to laugh
No need to disillusion me
Never explain anything.

I love you.



Bio: Elizabeth Cusack is a recovering actress. Ever since playing Rhoda Penmark in “The Bad Seed” as a child, deservedly, she has endeavoured to keep up her end of the bargain. Elizabeth has been blessed with the best of teachers over the years, mostly from the school of hard knocks. She has championed and performed in fringe theatre in America. Elizabeth edits her favourite poet while not otherwise inspired by her muse to write. 













By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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