Garden, or: Eden

Poetry Partners #91

‘Morphine Drip’, a poem by LaToya Williams of ‘mentalnotes1’

For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
To let the sun dry me up
And run healing through this broken cup
But there is no sun in October
And the weather is always better after the rain
The atmosphere is clearer
But the environment stays the same

For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
And sip on tomorrow
And lend out me
And get back things people have borrowed
I want to empty this drip
And let go of Eden that holds on to me with a death grip
The Garden of Eden was not a place
But an atmosphere
And things are not always as beautiful as they may appear

For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
So I can crawl backwards through my veins
And nod sluggishly off into corrosion

Mixing this chemical with the rain
I want to be a morphine drip
To plunge into this open rip
Keep me filled to slow this painful trip

Drip into this wrought
And saturate every
Contaminated
Delusional
Unclean
Thought

Drip until you can only see the whites of my eyes
Please don’t touch me
Because everything that enters me dies
So keep me planted in this metaphoric drip
Because October will soon be gone

‘Variety of Thunder’, a ‘blitz poem’ by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

Garden of Eden
Garden variety
Variety store
Variety is the spice of life
Life of the party
Life and death
Death and taxes
Death wish
Wish upon a star
Wish away
Away with the faeries
Away from it all
All for the best
All good things must come to an end
End of story
End of the world
World class
World of hurt
Hurt for you
Hurt like the Devil
Devil in the details
Devil and the deep blue sea
Sea legs
Sea serpent
Serpent on the pole
Serpent's tongue
Tongue in cheek
Tongue oil
Oil and water
Oil of angels
Angel dust
Angel of Mercy
Mercy me
Mercy's sake
Sake of argument
Sakes alive
Alive and kicking
Alive and well
Well begun is half done
Well on your way
Way of the world
Way of all flesh
Flesh it out
Flesh and blood
Blood will have blood
Blood and thunder
Thunder across the sky
Thunder past
Past
Sky

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!


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