“Dishwear”

Rain falling on chicken wire covered trees reminds me of Christmas lights strung along each branch down the boulevard.

To say it has been a while is an understatement. I stopped writing for the public sometime in October. Life sometimes moves in a way where I learn I only have the energy to keep up with myself. Since last autumn, I ended up driving through Mexico to learn Spanish, explore, and climb Mayan ruins; soon after, I impulsively bought a ticket to the east coast and stayed in Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey. I also fell in love.

Here’s a poem I wrote at one o’clock in the morning. The anonymous prompt is great: “ennui… and maybe I like it that way”

"Dishwear" by billimarie typewriter poetry

“Dishwear”*

Grown from tree trunk husk, it skirts
silver figure eights. Syrup synapses
adorn the elephant dark
and dress electric skin for tweed.

Only on you does ennui entice
such a decorous breed
to wolf.

-billimarie
january 24th 2013

* Yes, I mean ‘dishwear’ and not ‘dishware’. Lately I have been encountering situations where my insecurities of perceived intelligence/education flare up, which is the only reason I am disclosing a note on the spelling.