My worried hair – Cary Briel

Posted on Oct 17, 2010 in Poetry, Writing

Is it acid
or just the void—
from the coffee
or perhaps the noise?
Is it apathy,
indifference—
is it love
or am I smitten?
Should I know?
Should I care?
Black or white,
my worried hair.

Your cute feet – Cary Briel

Posted on Sep 5, 2010 in Poetry, Writing

Your cute feet I planted in the rows of my garden
between a radish and squash.
I’m planning to pluck them and make a nice salad,
but first your toes must be washed.
When I see your white ankles I’ll know that your ready—
I’ll take out my best silverware.
But I’ll not likely pluck them or dare ever eat them,
but I’ll sit all the day and just stare.

Truth or dare – Cary Briel

Posted on Sep 5, 2010 in Poetry, Writing

Look upon me with lifted up eye,
replace all my devils with yours,
for I’d much rather live in the fire with you
than to live in a room without doors.
Strip off your clothes and skip through the coals,
it burns off all of our hair.
I knew you’d be game for the dream when I asked
if you wanted to play truth or dare.