On Divorce and Mormonism (poem)

On Divorce and Mormonism

She was only twelve

When we left,

Hatcheting away the bindings

And loading remnants of life

In the black Chevy Cobalt.

Within hours

Her sweetness, no more the child of God,

Started saying “fuck”

Fuck this and that

Fuck everything

She spewed the word I couldn’t say

And I cringed,

But I understood

Because I fucking felt it too.

©Christine A. Evans 1.9.16

Poetry Stew (poem)

Poetry Stew

I retreat to the kitchen

To whisk metaphorical roux

Savory meat added for gusto

And those colorful vegetables

Only little words

Absorbing brothy flavor.

The spooned sample, hot

Guarded beneath by cupped hand

“More salt”, you say.

©Christine A. Evans 1.7.17

On Noise (poem)

On Noise

The highway is quiet

There’s ice out there

Making me wish

It would stay

But here comes the sun

And the traffic’s gibberish

©Christine A. Evans 1.6.17

Dark Alley Drugged (poem)

Dark Alley Drugged

Encountering dark alleys

A swath of focus

Leading to unknowns

Seemingly imploring bystanders,

By-readers

To a virtual rescue

A path of persuasion

These wide-eyeds call out

©Christine A. Evans 1.5.17

A- Everything (poem)

A-  Everything

Once again

With the rules;

Non participation

Gets me walled off

From the prescribed party

Oh, the fury,

The finger-wagging,

The disappointment

I have become.

©Expressions by Christine 1.4.17

Orion Boots (poem)

Orion Boots

She climbed
The naked walls
On a black and buckled
Mission to him.
Erotically pausing
On corners
Unforgivingly coy,
Teasingly whispering
Her intentions
To wrap her silky-stocking legs around him
And interlock the heels

(c)Expressions by Christine 11/14/08

Plucking Delicious (poem)

Plucking Delicious

Leaning ladders for carnal climb
To seize the fruit that's most divine
This sweetness teased from honeyed peach
Plumpness dangles beyond our reach

Balanced in precarious stoop
To snatch a taste of juicy drupe
Open-mouthed and yearning dribble
Archbacked for a meager nibble

Til handfuls plucked with frenzied glee
Hoarded from our laden tree
Are mingled for a spinning fusion
Twirled on tongues in swirled delusion

Licking flesh and smacking lips
Wasting not a wanton drip
Yesses hiss in guilty pleasure
Mouthed ear to ear for sated measure

(c)Expressions by Christine 8/20/08