Cinquain by Ron Sparks

  • My Tomb

    I live
    yet walk upon
    my tomb. I long to fly
    up there and escape my coffin;
    this Earth

    -11/13/15

  • Addict

    the sting
    of the needle
    brings both pleasure and pain;
    i’m addicted to getting new
    tattoos

    -09/30/15

  • Little Nugget

    little
    nugget, wide-eyed,
    hairless, with red-faced wails;
    you just ate – why are we awake
    tonight?

    -07/30/15

  • Wailing Guitars, Big Hair, and You

    ballad
    from the eighties
    vibrates my car speakers –
    for a moment I’m reminded
    of you

    -07/30/15

  • Dance with Bullets

    young men
    dance with bullets –
    spill blood and fight in war;
    sent to their deaths on the whims of
    old men

    -07/30/15

  • Hope & Despair

    disease,
    poverty, war –
    hatred and bigotry
    everywhere; yet each day birds
    still sing

    -07/30/15

  • Bullies

    bullies
    online and off-
    they hide from their demons
    by becoming monsters themselves
    in vain

    -06/28/15

  • The Muse

    lazy
    fans overhead;
    jazz guitar distant and
    smooth – poetry emerges from
    my pen

    -06/06/15

  • Whiskey Drunk

    whiskey
    drunk; the excuse
    we used to justify
    sins south of our moral compass
    last night

    -05/23/15

  • Blame it on the Dog

    oh god
    that awful smell
    can mean only one thing;
    lying at my feet, my dog just
    farted

    -05/21/15

  • TJ:20

    twenty
    long years ago
    you told me you’d die young
    I thought you were morbid, but not
    psychic

    -05/21/15

  • Irony

    amber
    nectar that burns –
    the whiskey on my breath –
    fuels my rage, my lust, but weakens
    my dick

    -05/21/15

  • Courage

    courage
    fueled by whiskey
    consumes and bolsters me –
    I’m almost brave enough to call
    you out

    -05/21/15

  • Spirit Ride

    somewhere
    on unending
    back roads of Nebraska
    I left behind the ghost of my
    cancer

    -05/15/15

  • Pittsburgh Pest

    across
    my hardwood floor
    a centipede skitters;
    those legs move with horrifying
    intent

    -05/15/15

  • My Scar

    my scar
    etiolate
    but my vigor remains
    I stand unbowed, unbeaten, and
    alive

    -08/24/13

  • Clarity

    the wind
    that hits my face
    and sun that warms my back
    reminds me that happiness is
    a choice

    -07/29/13

  • Judge Not

    they frown
    at my tattoos
    as I ride past their church;
    I think if they had stones they would
    cast them

    -07/29/13

  • Airport Gift Shop

    he is
    an Apache;
    he was once proud and fierce.
    his eyes still blaze as he wraps my
    trinket

    -07/19/13

  • Facebook Law Degree

    the trial
    is over; the
    debate’s just beginning
    they’ve all just earned their Facebook law
    degree

    -07/18/13

  • Birdfeeder

    it sways
    in dying light;
    the occasional seed
    hitting the ground, frustrating that
    squirrel

    -07/22/13

  • Poltergeist

    the man
    who lives above
    stomps, bangs his doors again
    I wish he would realize he died
    last week

    -07/21/13

  • Bits and Bytes

    her smile
    illuminates
    the room. I reach to touch
    her cheek; my fingers only smudge
    the screen

    -07/17/13

  • Humid Florida

    that fog;
    the transition
    between inside and out.
    first world problem for those who wear
    glasses

    -7/17/13

  • Zombie Apocalypse

    when they’re
    eating my brain;
    I hope they choke on my
    fears, self-loathing, and mostly my
    regret

    -7/15/13

  • A Moment of Clarity

    Given
    to me for free;
    a smile from a small child.
    For a moment, I forget to
    worry.

    -09/19/02

  • ICU

    Beneath
    the tubes and wires,
    past that frigid machine,
    you’ll see the pleading eyes of a
    human.

    -10/22/02

  • Autumn

    My years,
    draped across me,
    are the color of Fall
    and weigh heavily upon my
    shoulders.

    -09/30/03

  • Because We Dare

    They say
    that we’re running
    but we’re just migrating;
    our hopes and our dreams are out there
    somewhere

    -11/18/05

  • Breakup

    guitar’s
    wailing tonight;
    long, slow, melancholy.
    The only way he knows to say
    goodbye

    -8/30/02

  • Call of the Sea
    Ocean
    laps my bare feet –
    a dog chases the surf.
    The waves beckon as I grab my
    surfboard.

    -07/20/04

  • Diner

    Greasy
    plates and dirty
    glasses cover the bar.
    On the wall, near the ancient clock;
    a roach.

    -01/11/03

  • Diver

    Hollow
    breath in my ears –
    pressure pushing my chest.
    Swimming ten feet above me;
    a shark.

    -09/18/02

  • Filters

    Filtered –
    the universe
    distilled by six senses;
    each giving imperfect views of
    my world.

    -11/17/04

  • Discontent

    To live
    in harmony –
    To exist without that
    horrible restlessness in me
    each day

    -11/17/05

  • Diseased

    Diseased,
    sour and putrid,
    festering attachment;
    I haven’t got the strength to cut
    you off.

    -11/13/02

  • Ghosts

    She sees
    ghosts of the dead;
    they keep her company.
    In her darkest hour, they stand
    by her.

    -11/14/02

  • Goodbye

    Until
    you say goodbye,
    I can keep pretending
    that you’ll hold my hand forever.
    Don’t speak.

    -11/08/02

  • Inconsolable

    Alone
    in the desert
    of my sable anguish –
    a solitary wildflower,
    I weep.

    -01/04/04

  • Key to Happiness

    Humor,
    or so I’m told,
    is key to happiness.
    Seems every time I try to laugh –
    I cry.

    -11/21/04

  • Tao Teh Ching: Lesson 11

    vessel
    made from red sand;
    it is not your hard clay,
    but your emptiness that makes you
    useful

    -8/26/2002

  • Lost in You

    Don’t know
    where we are now;
    don’t know how we got here.
    All that matters is that I’m here
    with you.

    -02/07/2004

  • Ostriches in Iceland

    Flightless,
    antipodal;
    hyperborean chill
    forces them to squawk plaintively,
    sadly.

    -11/11/02

  • Piece of my Pain

    You think
    you can take a
    little piece of my pain.
    You can’t take it; it’s all that I
    have left

    -11/18/05

  • Premonition

    touching
    an empty mug
    with only wet tea leaves
    hinting at the tangle of my
    future

    -8/20/2002

  • Tsunami

    Bloodshot,
    dull and swollen;
    I wonder if you see
    this horrid, raging, tsunami
    in me.

    -11/17/04