Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Feasting

  Ronald Kirkland began writing in the Armed Forces Writers league in 1969 and was published in the Reader’s Digest “Humor in Uniform” series in January of 1970. Currently he contributes frequently to Connection, a Mount Zion Baptist Church Publication in the Harvest/Huntsville AL. area and in the online edited journal DailyHaiga.

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grunge girl

you know it isn’t the pictures that hurt. it’s the second you remember realisation washing over you like far-flung west coast squalls: you wouldn’t be one of those girls, with the highlights in their hair, glowing auras, faces lacquered with availability.   you sprayed peroxide & lemon juice over your dark brown curls; brassy, light at last– streaks to coat with kool-aid rainbows. your sudden curves a pale burden to […]

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Careless Arts

You called it escapist love said if we transformed ourselves we could transform the world wanted to get so far so fast hurried incessantly I always trembled treaded in the deep-end of dread that you’d teach me the careless art of leaving dreamt of finding your empty clothes still warm on the door step your body gone gone not even the scent of you lingering on the borrowed hoodie in […]

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Horology

  In the horology of us Kandinsky’s Autumn in Bavaria sings at 6 o’clock: we walk idly along it, we debate composers.   3 o’clock paints that July wedding and the two slices of cake I ate. We’re making love on both hotel beds at 3:45.   That letter to Los Angeles you never received? You are not receiving it at 8:15. Instead, you’re learning to tango/I’m reading Hejinian/you’re bicycling […]

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Unsettled

Rain taps on the tin roof and I am in an unlit room not thinking of you.   The air is cold, not like winter; it feels like your arms when they’re not wrapped across my ribs, your hand curling next to my lips, catching my more quiet breaths.   1:24 AM – the clock sits on the table next to the right side of my bed, where you slept. […]

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Swallow

I forget my reasons for staying, saying instead it’s what’s right–   wrong, again.   Again, I swallow it all: the anger, the regret. But it won’t stay down, as I do. It rises, likes the hot air you speak, corrodes the ceiling, takes my breath, leaves me gasping, choking on what you could not swallow.   The indignant, after all, have no room for their own mistakes.     […]

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Into the Depths

Kraken is the definite form of “krake,” from the Norwegian, meaning an unhealthy animal or something twisted.   I remember this as steam coats the shower glass like fog from the rising foam.   I have fantasized here countless times, Alone, my hands finding the purchase that words could not.   Not so long ago I could only imagine The cresting waves of your movements, rhythmic as the tides.   […]

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Mary/Mary

Hail Mary, full of grace, Her name was Mary, & she would have been beautiful: shimmering hair, pink bow lips. the Lord is with thee. He is not with me. There are times when the divine disappears, leaving us blind. Blessed art thou amongst women, I am cursed, or at least stranded in shadow, away from the rays of His radiance. and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. […]

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