Poetry: Claudette Dying from David L O’Nan (Before the Bridges Fell)

Claudette Dying

In a funny hat, walking down to conduct a band.
With Claudette dying playing in your mind,
With all the stones tossing from heartbreaking to blind.

She was always your muse, a mother, your left shoe.
She seemed to be the walking stick in your endless travels.
Speeding around the curves, imbibing in all her clues.
That she was nothing like you, you’re just a shadow.

Claudette talking to the walls, her
father’s photo, and the broken glows.
The wind is so cold beginning to cherry the tip of her nose.
But she keeps drifting deeper into the storm.

In and out of the darkened walls. She carves spirits into the multiverse.
Where the fireflies become her magic carpet.  
Where the sun dimmed to a full eclipse, and we began to cut it through shields
of wind.

Our utopia is in a barbaric stoning, and
Claudette, she shook it off with a broken teeth grin and a shattered jaw.
She was always accident prone, especially around the invisible and violent men.

Oh, can we save her? I am not quite sure.
Our dull jokes or superficial support.
Sometimes words are best unsaid.
Sometimes it is more comfortable to 
have the magnum against the head.
And tease the psychopath to come up with a new riddle.

Claudette watched a holocaust from her bedroom,
the burning towers from the shadows sleeping in the moon.
She watched divinity become soft and washed out.
The bricks of her foundation began to crumble, hypnotized into
the fluid of the eyes of a new ghost lover. Who lived a cult, 
more than in a faith of loving.

The funny hat man can do nothing more,
than spread his song to all his students and the core.
Everyone just wanting to belong.
He’s just as miserable as Claudette, yet he floats around in the majestic roars of love.

His Claudette is a lost case…
A ziplock on a burning brain.  Let us hope she’ll
meet a warm hand during her exit.
Out of town to trick herself out of the present.

Bio: David L O’Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana. He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and an upcoming one inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers” “The Cartoon Diaries” & “New Disease Streets” (2020). A compilation of 4 books “Bending Rivers” a micro poem collection “Lost Reflections” and new book “Before the Bridges Fell” (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & “His Poetic Last Whispers” (2022) David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire. Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof  Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group . Facebook Author page DavidLONan1 and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan

Poetry: A Centipede in a Blizzard by David L O’Nan

A Centipede in a Blizzard

 
Paralyzing tracks in the stacks of snow
A centipede in a blizzard
Dragging broken legs, frozen and falling off
As the wind is full of laughter
These shadows have sucked up the kill,
my venom
Now, the picnics are a funeral
My dreamscape is now a graveyard
In which you stare to the heavens
Sitting by my tombstone
You watched me wither like melting butter
I am not a saint, but I was washed into purity
Yet, you sit as an eternal witch
Can you take the falling of the black rubies?
Can you drink the toxins from the fruit?
Do you feel the long breaths begin to putt… putt…putter?
Are friends beginning to suspect you of all these fires, baby?
You wake up to a crawling, cold spider dragging to the floor
The phone keeps ringing
like a haunting stain of air
In ways I have always been your skeleton
A Strong, calcified soul
that you could always see thru
Forget your infamous night
The prayer for a rebirth
A limping leg and a heartbreak of whistling wind
The clearing is nearby
Forgiveness to pale fires
Is rebirth the cure?
Evict the liars bell-toll
No soul, a rebirth of a savage
Watch for the tumbleweed



Bio: David L O'Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana.  He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies "Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and an upcoming one inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press "The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers" "The Cartoon Diaries" & "New Disease Streets" (2020). A compilation of 4 books "Bending Rivers" a micro poem collection "Lost Reflections" and new book "Before the Bridges Fell" (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & "His Poetic Last Whispers" (2022)  David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire.  Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof     Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group .   Facebook Author page DavidLONan1   and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan 

Poem: By the Almond Tree by David L O’Nan

Picture

Robin Kuusela CC

(first published in Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine August 2021)

By the Almond Tree

By the almond tree
There lays a skull under leaves,
Under many brown almonds

Decayed in taste
Rain-weathered leaves milked-in
Chipped stones like clipped fingernails –
Scattered by the wind.

The bleeding wings.
In love with the heat of this sidewalk
That cooks the dinner,
That severs the wedding bells.

The almond mush, but hard like bone.
Broken bones wave in like spinning glass –
From the impact of a car wreck.

Our weather,
Feel the snow’s breath nearby
By confused thunderhead
Create the flakes from God’s palms
Over the wires of sticks,
Bent like arms at a 90-degree angle.

To sprinkle little wet blankets over almonds
Forgetting our soldiers burial or,
Our fallen that breathes out the last loves.
When the stars dysmorphia ripped the sky –
Like millions of popped balloons.

The flags wave in –
The sounds of the funeral.
The electricity dimming from our failing feet,
Leaves our fire to puddles of water.

Puddles of water for dirty almonds,
To sprout new life
When picked up
By infant hands and given to –
A new universe,
Or Jesus returning from impermanence.

To reshape the bones back to – 
Mechanical grenades that walk
That run.
That live.

New breathing hearts
Cooked out of sunshine
Birthed in heaven,
And fed to the giants
Under the almond tree.

The world is nude in red wash
The blue behind the flowing curtains of cosmos
Watch the cities become countryside.

And watch humanity float
Off these infertile grounds.

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with EIC of Fevers of the Mind David L O’Nan

 “Before the Bridges Fell” by me David L O’Nan Poetry book is out today on Cajun Mutt Press 

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Bio: David L O'Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana.  He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies "Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and an upcoming one inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press "The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers" "The Cartoon Diaries" & "New Disease Streets" (2020). A compilation of 4 books "Bending Rivers" a micro poem collection "Lost Reflections" and new book "Before the Bridges Fell" (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & "His Poetic Last Whispers" (2022)  David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire.  Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof     Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group .   Facebook Author page DavidLONan1   and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan 

Poem from David L O’Nan : ‘Miles Away from the Las Vegas Eyeball (Before the Bridges Fell)

Miles Away from the Las Vegas Eyeball

Two hundred miles walked
5 more miles I must walk
I will crawl if I need to
To touch the lips of the sunshine
To burn with every tear
I'll collect my thoughts
Hands catching falling stars that leap out of my head -
and spin around in the air
I have kept a secret for far too long
Is it the burn of her skin? (the touch that emits 1,000 songs)
She was ripe
She was flesh
She was beauty
Then was death
She was blinded by the cold winter's chill
She never had the Spring,
but sipped the bitter kill

All the birds sing her name into my ear
They tell me she was the one
The one in which all angels thrust in vocal rendezvous

Now all alone with curses across my heart
There is a hole
They will argue, they will bite
They will hurt, they will spite
They will kick each other down
And give into the fears
They will be a mushroom cloud hanging over the swans

And the miles have yet to be walked
To reach my conclusion
While the blackjack wizards sway the tourists in at midnight
and prostitutes and the gremlin pimps melt in the neon light.

Vegas, your eyeballs are bloodshot
Your aura is criminal while the dice are thrown into debt after debt.
I am a rundown bus riding drifter
Time to hide in my secrets
I never walked one more mile.
and couldn't crawl even when I needed to.

Live in the shame like a crying baby
As a prosecutor sends me to flames.


 “Before the Bridges Fell” by me David L O’Nan Poetry book is out today on Cajun Mutt Press 

Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren

Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now! 

Bio: David L O'Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana.  He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies "Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and an upcoming one inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press "The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers" "The Cartoon Diaries" & "New Disease Streets" (2020). A compilation of 4 books "Bending Rivers" a micro poem collection "Lost Reflections" and new book "Before the Bridges Fell" (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & "His Poetic Last Whispers" (2022)  David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire.  Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof     Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group .   Facebook Author page DavidLONan1   and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan 



The War is Like Honey in Holiday Lights by David L O’Nan

The War is Like Honey in Holiday Lights

On this Christmas,
we are in these smoking lights
In our poverty,
In our never-ending wars
Like every Christmas it seems,
Ever since I became a young man
They forced me into these hate battles
Fighting “enemies ” whose faces –
Are in family photos,
Just like mine.
The government has tried to white-out my mind
Many years ago,
Blank me out,
a dot to be eaten by the machine
Replaced me into the sticky,
Fill in the wounds with the honey,
In stitches
Cohesive, bare boned and breathing in
Last heartbeats.
There are the memories,
Pretty voices humming
In hope,
I pray to a sky
That I cannot fathom all the angels
The angels,
That supposed to be cradling us all.

As these nightmares burn in our skin,
Layer me in towers upon towers of fears.
I try to imagine,
A boyhood love of bells ringing,
Instead of missile sirens purging –
the pure from the air.

I will always have my mother’s voice
She will sing to me from the haunts
Sing to me,
In hope
As more of my brother’s fall.
I cradle in this sticky dirt in my cuts,
And hold it up,
So, my angels can cradle me

 “Before the Bridges Fell” by me David L O’Nan Poetry book is out today on Cajun Mutt Press 

Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren

Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now! 

Bio: David L O'Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana.  He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies "Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and an upcoming one inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press "The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers" "The Cartoon Diaries" & "New Disease Streets" (2020). A compilation of 4 books "Bending Rivers" a micro poem collection "Lost Reflections" and new book "Before the Bridges Fell" (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & "His Poetic Last Whispers" (2022)  David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire.  Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof     Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group .   Facebook Author page DavidLONan1   and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan 










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