Inclement Weather (Avant Garde)

We are
a stream of
absent marshmallows;
wing-flapped,
vibrant in our eclectic state
too inherited to remember.

Our cradle
rubs her schillings
for the double whammy
siphoned into
life’s unwavering
pissing order.

It’s anyone’s pretense
where the hail against
rubber ducks will land
as we continue to bleed
the earth.







Pamela A. Lamppa
Copyright © 2013
all rights reserved

Fingers Doubled Into Palm

i.

I whisper your name
content to mend
bruises; feel shame
with a new sun
bright upon
fresh snowfall.


ii.

My tear captures
the metallic taste
of my blood before
it lets go and
falls into the mix
of ocean sorrow.


iii.

How different
the noon sky seems
blending with clouds
and coming rain
as night moves
behind blind shadows.


iv.

I walk between
greens and violets;
a visible spectrum
before turning oaks
as rust burns my soles
and memories.


v.

Love evaporates with
misted breath in the
hot vow of disdain
as despair wrestles
the willow’s weep
amid life jackets and
a fisherman’s net.







Pamela A. Lamppa
Copyright © 2013
all rights reserved