Elena Carter

Elena Carter

 

You are bright and warm-stop!
That is for the sun. Don’t go
stealing that away.
Your laugh bounces and rings
and wraps and cradles
like a remarkably pink atmosphere,
blinding and cloudy,
perfumed and wrapped like a pretty bow.
Your grin is certainly blue. How beautiful your lips
look thinning before stretching back and back
until showing your pearly whites.
Like waves coming to shore again and again.
I found it wonderful how your eyes connect
with your nose that connects
with your smiley mouth that clicks with green
when you sing Rainbowarriors by CocoRosie.
You should do that more often.
Because your voice stretches and pushes
until it holds. Everything you say is honest. 
So why then did we not realize
that you meant it when you said,
"Some see too much beauty in life
they end life,"

 

and grabbed a gun
to end yours. 

 

Character poem

Elena Carter

 

You are bright and warm-stop!
That is for the sun. Don’t go
stealing that away.
Your laugh bounces and rings
and wraps and cradles.
It's remarkably pink.
Your atmosphere is blinding and cloudy.
Perfumed and wrapped like a pretty bow.
Your grin is certainly blue. How beautiful your lips
look thinning before stretching back and back
until showing your pearly whites.
Like waves coming to shore again and again.
I found it wonderful how your eyes connect
with your nose that connects
with your mouth that clicks with green
when you sing Budding Trees by Nahko.
You should do that more often.
Because your voice stretches and pushes
until it holds. Everything you say is honest. 
So why then did we not realize
that you meant it when you said,
Some see too much beauty in life
they end life.

 

And grabbed a gun to end yours.

 

carterelena

I cannot get you out of my head.

Do you dream of me ?

so a couple nights ago i woke up from a nap. i had a very interesting dream that I was somewhere snowy. For some reason I figured it was Norway. i got on to this round boat like aircraft. it was strange- Brenda, was there and so was Ronaldo, Amy and dad. brenda had heels on so she wasn't allowed to step on the aircraft because she could have punctured it. we were taken somewhere and we got to look at the landscape and the towns and there was a giant bridge. we saw the tiny people like ants crawling to and fro. then we came back and boarded somewhere. and then a lady dressed in white came out and tells us, "now you get to choose," as we are presented with four syringes and we are told to choose one..... we're not told what they are. i chose. and she tells me i chose love. as to what the others were.. well, i only remembered one in my dream. happiness. and the last two I didn't pay attention to. in my dream I started laughing hysterically like a maniac. i yelled, "love? i chose love? for happiness!?" and I woke up suddenly. were we going to only feel love if we chose love? to what extent? and when I chose love does that mean I'm not happy or that happiness does not exist within my capability of love?

strange dreamin'

trigger point

treating myself to a massage every two weeks starting today, February 13th.

Dan Siego

We're coming for you👣

Real subject poem

There's the story of me sitting in the grass in the dark
five thousand four-hundred ninety-five miles east
wondering what we would want in this moment
if we were thousands of miles closer
a peche lambic, s'il vous plait- in broken French
our thick accents cause curiosity,
lighthearted laughter, genuine kisses
a Belgian boy and an American girl
five thousand four-hundred ninety-five miles
our orbits collided like that of meteors.

Place poem

Königswinter

On top of the hill
engulfed by sycamore maples
sits Schloss Drachenburg 
Pale blue spires, mahogany bricks
and flourishing trimmed lawns

All like an icicle it seemed,
so tapering and cold
The rigid rain spit softly at us
as we found refuge
at a hole in the wall diner

Kaffe bitte, in shivering German 
as the raindrops trickled down the stained glass
like tears of a travelor
leaving their foreign land behind

Your cobbled streets
prosperous pear trees
and doors that push, not pull
is what I adore
of that German town on the Rhine

2-04 line break poem

Perhaps I am somewhere
patient somehow- kind
Perhaps in a nook of a cousin universe
I've never defiled
Or betrayed anyone

Here
I have two hands
the hollow of your back to rest
my cheek against your voice
my assiduous fears to cherish

red, yellow, green

Green light
go, go, go, go -------