Crystal Snoddon: Poetry and other Lamentations

Worlds within words.

photo credit: Crystal Snoddon

Lay Full and Sleeping

Fresh-water shore lips droop, parched. Lakes drained dry gape, cry out with hollow throats lined in rubble. Hear that sigh – memories of lush forest whistle old dappled joy squawk in brittle defiance to milky giving, to Earth’s reckoning – her essence suckled by incessant infant lust, by this craven lullaby. Babe now lays with eyes closed, full, sleeping, while Mother shrinks in wrinkled returns, her tears burn into dust.

Garage Diagnosis

epithelial cells grow in rampant riot of overlapped chromic detailing Hey, does that look like a mole? we rust with wearing tearing through thoughtless years driven with the top down to a bleaching sun

thick wiper lashes direct not protect from rain not prevent torrential downfall no matter how fast, how shy they flick I think you’re sweet, but I don’t need my oil changed today, thanks

weather makes the journey merry, go round the meridian; it’s a crazy stone you don’t want to wheel on top of She’s flipped man, she’s bat-shit crazy

stop and go, cruise too slow seize my calipers bump along life’s pot-holed roads on cartilage-free shocks We could schedule a knee replacement for nine months time. Just sign here.

how bundles and tangles of neuronic wiring ensnared by faulty webbing find themselves cocooned around the carburetor? There is still no known cure for Alzheimer’s Disease.

I want my money back. This newer model was promised to be the deluxe Limited Edition with automatic transmission. What do you mean, ‘that was miles ago’? I can’t just stop here. somebody, please – just give me a tow…