Half Drunk Muse Poetry


Cold Skillets by Janet I. Buck

Loving you these days
is like trying to cook
in a cold skillet.
Ain’t no grease,
ain’t no truth,
ain’t no heat.
Sailing on an even plane,
smooth and sanded,
polished, dusted
of its grit—
living in a goblet’s stream
with goblins patted
down like dogs.
Glass for eyes.
Nostrils pinched
by etherizing archery.
Suspended in
a foggy pocket
above the ruts,
beneath the joy.
I need a home
where tears are
kosher waterfalls.

View bio for Janet I. Buck Published in All Poems 1999-2004

About HDM

Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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