Springboard

Written 2/25/2016 by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

Springboard
I launch off you to achieve my own unhappiness
Thank you for the inspiration

It means so much not to be alone in this world
I’ll show my appreciation by
Insulting your cooking in all sincerity

To what do you owe your success I’ll smile
While planning in darkness to use your answers
Against you in clever ways

Volley
You have no need to do the same
But find other ways to play

Your scorecard is kept in your back pocket, next to your phone
That you pull out when I’m telling you
This story about our future

I love this modern game of love, don’t you?

Note: “I usually like my poems to stand alone but I feel like this one needs an addendum, only if because it’s not ready to stand alone. It’s the first one I’ve written in a while, freeform as most of my poetry is. It just spills onto the page without much direction from me. After a while, I get better at it. Forgive my floundering efforts (like this one) while I struggle again to find my rhythm.”

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Green and Golden Snake

written 6/26/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

eye closed

The green and golden snake is hanging

Upon the basement stairs

It whispers to me softly

I can take away your cares

I’m the end you’re seeking

The hollowness you’re feeling

Can’t affect you here

Underneath the stair case

Between the spider’s webs

Near empty cans of paint and

Forgotten dolls with no heads

I push away the whispers every time I go

Down into the basement

To stow or fetch my clothes

But the wear begins to show

Perhaps I should relocate

The green and golden snake

So he no longer bothers me

But that would be like losing

My best company

Insipid Thruths

written 5/9/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

What’s that I should gather

From your inflections

Your insipid connotations


Cough sneer

You can thank me later

You laugh and slide closer

Further away

At my side only when convenient

More often worming ahead

Drafting me like a piece of flotsam

In your wake

Wake up I tell myself

Daily, heading my advice

Only when the chorus of wails

Around become unbearable and I drown

Them out and my own

Incessant whisperings beseech me

And I can listen peacefully

You stare listlessly beyond

Focusing on a pale spot near

My left shoulder, livid eyes

Never look toward me, only past

Tendrils of once savored feelings

Now soured and rotten

Bind us still

Here together

Your words keep slipping past me

Enticing cloying honey

Vivid bright surfaces I’m meant

To understand but

Hidden truth surges under

Tipping up, striking through

Dark strong currents, forceful rancor

Iced over masked with concern


Here take my hand, you say

And I know I shouldn’t

But I take it anyway

Eight O’Clock Sharp

A banker’s commute

Written 5/7/2015

By Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

Intermittent clouds

Play games with the sun, cut grass sings

Like the vibrating cords of a supplicant

Torn loose from his god

Bringing sweet scent to the air

Birds twitter away

Oh how I wish I could be included in the

Revelry

Their secret lives

The joke’s on us I suppose

A cat stretches, bites at hidden fleas

Bolts sudden from his ambush site, sight

Runs from mine

Behind trees

Alarm calls explode around

Screeching sirens pierce like blades

That settle suddenly on silence, pregnant

With expectations of horrible things

With a hesitant, dare I say brave?

Single sharp sign

The chorus begins again

I walk on

Passing lovers holding hands

And kissing, oblivious to the

Scene transpiring around them

Onto the crosswalk

I pass a thin man, lit cigarette in hand

A gecko tattooed on his exposed wrist

Out of the park, back to the cubicle

At my desk for eight

O’clock sharp