Poetry: Remembering Carol Andersen from David L O’Nan (Before the Bridges Fell book)

Remembering Carol Andersen

A girl we used to know on a beach, the former beach bunny
Carol Andersen was her name, and we knew she hated fishing.

When young she had all the old perverts with tongues wagging,
from Port Macquarie and everywhere else she said she was from.

She was a lost soul, yet who would ever really know?
She was a beach poet, with hearts in sand, and blades hidden in the castles.
She wasn't the only one, many young, many too young for the button-down Bukowski blokes that looked at a woman and never wondered more than what they could provide them.
A painfully shy star bred from the Tropic of Cancer, and often reading the "The Great Gatsby" by the waves, trying to avoid the invasions.
Remember Carol Andersen, confused, quiet with a debilitating grasp of heart, can she trust the creeping shadow bearing gifts?

Unknown followers in flower shops, tying themselves to her lips.
They gaze at her hips. And they slide away into a beach wave and smile.

Over a martini she hides in.  In the prayers she fades away in.
They glance over her cup, to watch if she drops a sip.

Rebellious longers, siphon the gasoline, attend the beer festivals, joining Ponzi schemes, and use her for amusement.

I was held away from the spine of her book. Her name and image to my heart. I would bleed my prayers over candlelight hoping for her hand's touch.

Carol was here, in the sand, a shy smile, a flirtatious smile.  
Then she went away. So now I’m hunting Bukowskis down with bottle cap bitten teeth and long mopped hair.

They all want to be the respected, unkempt island scholar.  I can read their fake identities and watch them slide into caves and braid their sociopathic caskets.   

The beach hops with sounds of bells, melted metal, and smells like Sour Mash Bourbon and shoes that have plastered manure soles.

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 Hard Rain Poetry Anthology U.S. Link https://tinyurl.com/2p938cy8 International links on this page. https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/23/hard-rain-poetry-forever-dylan-anthology-available-today/ Before the Bridges Fell is on Cajun Mutt Press and info can be found https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/03/before-the-bridges-fell-by-me-david-l-onan-poetry-book-is-out-today-on-cajun-mutt-press/ to buy a copy here is the link https://amzn.to/3KQ3tfx

An Ode To Tessa While in New York by David L O’Nan (From Before I Turn Into Gold)

The juveniles gathered around your blinds
They studied your silhouette to memory
Dancing like Ann-Margret around the room
The candles burning around a 1985 waterbed.

On New York city nights
one of the college boys in the alley
Looking for a clue and a view
You'd walk out slightly drunk,
smiling at crowds of boys
with eyes that were up to no good.

Riding a green bicycle to the Jackson Hole
your scent of sweet cigarette smoke and perfume,
leads the path to a perfect follow
Maybe I will come down and have a drink
While you chat about the news to some hipster folks
I see you flirting with them all. 

Everyone laughs until we bruise
my heart just jumps like a petrified fish.
I have to walk by and say a hello
Although, there were more handsome faces in the shadows.

I hope to at least be more hypnotic than the stained spoons -
in this diner.

You say "I am Tessa, but I believe you already know that"
I introduced myself, she said "I've always liked your artsy hat"
We drank coffee 'til our stomachs bled.
And I was as shy as a detached bubble.

You carried the conversations, lead my hand
Picking flowers out of the cracked sidewalks near Brooklyn
Lead my hand, as we joined silhouettes
As the other jealous hustlers sat in the rain.
Lead my hand, through other diners with scent of burnt coffee.
Drinking our time away we would be catty, flirty & bitchy
Tessa, you really enhanced my greed and need 


In nights I swayed with you
Nights we cried into each other's chest
Nights we drugged ourselves to nightmares
Nights we laughed until the extra strangers left
Now, in New York here I am
Long distances between the walks in all the boroughs
All the pigeons, drink at cold waters
the Statue of Liberty looks plagued.

Since my needs are old
When you lead my hand, to the bars
You lead my hand, by all the Harlem diamondbacks
You lead my hand, to you breathing your last breath -
on the back of my neck.
You lived your life for many,
but to yourself you hid away all your suicides.


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 

Hard Rain Poetry Anthology U.S. Link https://tinyurl.com/2p938cy8
International links on this page. https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/23/hard-rain-poetry-forever-dylan-anthology-available-today/

Before the Bridges Fell is on Cajun Mutt Press and info can be found https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/03/before-the-bridges-fell-by-me-david-l-onan-poetry-book-is-out-today-on-cajun-mutt-press/  

to buy a copy here is the link https://amzn.to/3KQ3tfx 


Poetry: The Parody King’s Castle by David L O’Nan

The Parody King’s Castle

I'm a troubled man.
I've got snakes in my head.
Persecuted for living out of my bed.
I've got nails in my hands,
from the day that I got crucified.

I can sleep with no worries.
Now the day has come that I've passed.
I look a lot better now.
I look years younger now it seems.
I feel a deep calm.
I feel like I've unlocked the chains.

I burned away the evil demons that were attached to my soul.
I caught a burning thought and saved it for my own.
Beware of my skin,
I've grown very thin.

I'm wasting away,
My bones are all that is left from my sins.
You wonder where I went
You thought that I went away,

Never imagined,
I could fall all the way down.
The path of hidden resentment to the world that took my crown.

I was living in a shallow tomb.
The weight was too heavy to shake loose the closing casket.
So, I just let it close, unpursued.

The mind being sketched over.
With images of the lies, the cheating.
Connected the dots on my skull with a pen dipped in the filth,
The sorrows in the soil.

Memories being erased, questions I must ponder.
Childhood electrocuted out of my cranium.
I am only a child in my heart,
The heart is growing smaller,
And more porous from the holes that has been cut by the lies,

the cheating.
The long fingernails emerging from air, vanishing
Then sinking into our internals.
Prayers to find my inner self
Prayers that were unanswered, my inner self decides to yell.

I was yelling out of the sands of a lost September day.
When I had unity, feeling free, no worries, no decay.
Months passing, unity split, new fears.
Fears of betrayal,
The ensuing betrayal with clarity of manipulation.

It wasn't me who took the first bite
You were hungry, hungry for new blood, new skin to run across your own,
The new man to make you scream,
To make you feel fine.
Leaves you banging at the door and begging for more.

Laughing down onto you, over your natural being.
Eyes beaming for that certain glow.

Are the tears real, are they mechanically grown?
Caught up in the rapture, 
the thrills of seeds being sewn.

A cold, cold man now
Ears tingling through series of codes
Will I screw up this, will I screw up that?
I'm sure I'll pay a price
Standing at the gate, leery of gatekeepers.
They are begging for one more slice.

Now here I am with frosty breath moving slow motion across my lips.
Feeling so cold laying in this dirt.
I've got serpents and insects crawling through my new lair.
I bought this new kingdom for the price of a lost soul.
It was cheap considering the condition the body was left in.

Now fly away to the unknown, or to a Heaven?
Let the birds and angels bring your wings.
So that you can carry on as someone who wouldn't dare to have known hate.
Try again, 
never trying any harder to never choke.

In reluctancy of caring after the thoughts are permanently blinded.
The relaxation is now for grief
Everyone can now leach onto the stinging release.
Time will go on, hell may not.

Falling away, black hole.
Wet muddy tumbling ground I fold.
Leave me with a lullaby as a chaser, relief of doubts.
A new day brings life to some of us, 
the lying, the cheating

To a crownless king it brings one last sleep.


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 

Hard Rain Poetry Anthology U.S. Link https://tinyurl.com/2p938cy8
International links on this page. https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/23/hard-rain-poetry-forever-dylan-anthology-available-today/

Before the Bridges Fell is on Cajun Mutt Press and info can be found https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/03/before-the-bridges-fell-by-me-david-l-onan-poetry-book-is-out-today-on-cajun-mutt-press/  

to buy a copy here is the link https://amzn.to/3KQ3tfx 

Poetry : A Castle Melts by David L O’Nan

A Castle Melts

We watch the world burn while sitting in the fire. 
The gasoline drips down quick and slick and the predators with the fake yells for peace begin to peel in the air like scorched skin. 

Should have learned to talk to a savior and less absorbing in your diamond mine of flash drives and creepy corner voyeurism. 

Smile at the camera. 
There are lightning bolts built for burning the sheds of the sinner.

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 Hard Rain Poetry Anthology U.S. Link https://tinyurl.com/2p938cy8 International links on this page. https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/23/hard-rain-poetry-forever-dylan-anthology-available-today/ Before the Bridges Fell is on Cajun Mutt Press and info can be found https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/03/before-the-bridges-fell-by-me-david-l-onan-poetry-book-is-out-today-on-cajun-mutt-press/ to buy a copy here is the link https://amzn.to/3KQ3tfx

Transferring by David L O’Nan (from Lost Reflections book)

Transferring

  
As a dream
Thunderclaps
Raining sheets
And blinding wind whipping through my chest
Through misery, love, torture & sin
The needles, of screams ripping through the indentations of my skin
I’m coughing out my spirit
Swimming through a tornadic spin
Eyes swallowing
Transferring of breath
The storm kissed my mind
But ripped off the head


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 

Hard Rain Poetry Anthology U.S. Link https://tinyurl.com/2p938cy8
International links on this page. https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/23/hard-rain-poetry-forever-dylan-anthology-available-today/

Before the Bridges Fell is on Cajun Mutt Press and info can be found https://feversofthemind.com/2022/06/03/before-the-bridges-fell-by-me-david-l-onan-poetry-book-is-out-today-on-cajun-mutt-press/  

to buy a copy here is the link https://amzn.to/3KQ3tfx