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Best Poems From
DONNA QUESINBERRY
(06/05/1957)
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Gurgling And Choking His Eyes Reddened And Swollen
the deal of the century
involved a young christian
male delivering a new ride
to a man in a suit without
desire to know or care about
the overnight excursion of a
youthful soul trying to impress
the leige of quasi-corporate
types who sent him to trevail
a snowstorm with ice abounding
free of the wreak of pot lashed
youthful bliss, touting a bible
and engagement ring. he toiled
through the day to the dusk to
the darkness, nearly home
to reunite with an engagee
anxious and abundant as only
a youthful man is for the woman
or girl he professes love to. off
the road over blackened ground
and ice to air of 50 feet landing
in forest, without airbags,
suspending his brain in a torrent
of spin cycling. wrongfully treated
by 'the man.' and left to dry out
brain devoid still conscious in
a frozen land far to the north.
exalt the auto-stave the human.
Donna Quesinberry
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Ivory Twists
laying a dress on the mattress
she shakes wrinkles away.
rippled feminine hands
smooth remnants of drifting chiffon.
a sash is placed close for review.
she dolls up the frivolities,
somber movements apparent.
a sparrow lands on the sill, he
pecks her glass-as only males will.
she stops, she grins-
marbled glass muddles the reflection.
returning to the dress, she notes
satin heeled shoes with ivory twists
and looks under her knees to bared feet.
no visible abrasions, no resident obscurities.
ungartered stockings hang silken like
ties-made cheaper with modernity.
across the hall, he sits. in sight.
papers being quietly reviewed.
head does not lift.
the mirror says shes beautiful.
Donna Quesinberry
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Jon's Faire
Twine and cord
grappled with it all day
walked the dog
remembered-
mothers reproach
an echo
permanently captured porch
then ledge.
Steaks thawed.
Dual dining
with singular exclamation,
no appetite will
go undone-
he's unleashed.
Focused on Sony Playstation
moment of
the gift.
Mary's acid played
an Oasis tune on repeat
twenty dollars
hard and worked savings to
count on. Mary, mother.
Calls-rings-busy.
She leaves a message
someone else's line handles the blame.
Pledge-dusting done.
Plaque reads: good son
grandma rests next door.
Grass blows sweet
anchored with salty water
oak leans close.
Sony people linger
view new neighbors
readings
names, dates, history.
Warning them to go easy
bringing clouds down
sending their son home.
Donna Quesinberry
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Mulholland's Ghostette
an obscure setting
where keystrokes
are the new reality.
Generation Y, X, or E
tripping over wires and
thornberries. in cubism.
random memes shoot
through electric waves
in fashionable rhetorical
panderings. missing the
bucket.man, that love
the infinite someone who
sequestors random emails.
did he get that one? did
he care to ReAd it. was
a smile retrieved in secret?
Donna Quesinberry
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