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Day 30: My Fairy Tale Days

My fairy tale days,

surfacing from sleep

under attack

from monstrous sound

 from a voice so loud

and dragon-fiery and over the edge,

that blazed and grew and

pushed me to the ledge,

where trapped, I prayed

 until it crashed and burned.

 Then father left

and I sunk back

onto my stone pillow

and wept.

 Remix. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005. Ch. 15.

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My Skin

The psychologist with 

the photographic memory 

...

I used to pray and sing

as he went 

in and out

of my skin.

Lovely and bad,

smart and sad, 

he spoke so

I could 

live. 

Day 31: Remix. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005, pg. 118.

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Day 29: 4 Haiku (Ch.20)

I.

It came from the sky.

Maybe it landed gently,

the pain of the dead.

II.

The soft blue light of the moon

stretching for miles up

as they climbed toward the stars.

III.

It was a painting.

The faces of the fairies shone

from the yellow world. 

IV. 

treated him like dog;

nice guy, very innocent,

just happens to be psycho. 

Erasure haiku. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005. Pgs. 260, 268, 269, 272.

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Erasure. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005.

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Day 28:  Fairies

The night seemed to pass

in shifting lines,

as soft and shadowy and breezy

as 

the hair of fairies.

Remix. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005. Pgs. 189-90.

Photograph by JCCournoyer.

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Day 26:  CRYSTAL WOOD STONE

Crystal wood stone,

 fresh are lovely ice maidens

imprisoned in the

laced curtains place with canopies.

 Forever further look entirely above ground.

 An afternoon to destroy artwork:  brilliance lost.

Hesitance to destroy love. To love

listening eyes looking on paintings

and carvings of

 crystal, wood, stone.

  Remix: Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005, pg. 247.

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Day 25:  Giggling

The palace overwhelmed.

 Long, marbled halls.

Desks, drawers and

mirrors lined with gold.

Bejeweled crowns.

 Clear green pools

and

a labyrinth of flowers.

 Balcony to a view

too amazing for eyes

to recognize.

 “Magnificent,” she cried—

until stopped 

by

the giggling of a troll

sounding 

as if 

he was about to throw

up.

 Day 25 Remix. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, New York: Tor Press, 2005. Pgs. 248-9.

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Day 24.  Mapping the Trip

Remix. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005, pgs. 244-45.

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Day 23:  Conspiracy of Blondes

She was off to a bad start.

     A conspiracy of blondes

     in blue jeans with blue eyes

     exchanging looks

came in.

She felt thick and dirty and wary.

The promise of a chance died.

She couldn’t play her cards:

 she had none left to play. 

     She got out before

he came back 

with a Coke and a confident,

interested 

face taken over by

a frown, wary 

as he looked

around and felt

a promise of a chance

had died.

Remix. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005, pgs. 168-170.

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Day 22:  Winter Was Hell  (Duplex)

  Winter was hell, if pretty.

The hell of it was going deeper.

                 Going deeper was hell.

               There was nowhere to sit.

 He just wanted a nice place to sit,

the furniture at odds with his type.

                 The furniture at odds with his type.

               What type of person fiddles with time?

 What type of person fiddles with time?

Six cups of black coffee is lunch.

                 Simple lunch, black coffee, six cups.

               Simple exterior, a bland plant.

 A bland plant, simple furniture,

overlooking the savior in the room.

                 The savior in the room said go deep.

               The savior fit like a glove.

               The savior fit like a glove.

Furniture was only exterior.

                 Furniture was only exterior.

               Trees and woods were only exterior.

 A view of trees and woods, out in hell.

Winter was hell, if pretty.

  Duplex, remix poem. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005, pg. 141.

Photography by JCCournoyer.

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Day 21:  Erasure 

                     Gossip

killed       shame.

We     hear     

               know

                       blame .

Got burned?

Erasure: Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005. Pg. 119.

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Day 18:  Alpha Bits From Two Pages

At __.  Brought certain deeper (explain!) food. Glass humanity

inspiration:  Just killing little mother.  (Not now!)  Offer

philosophy quickly! Randomly!  

Sat table:  Us.  Variety wine.  eXpanding U!

Zzzz....

Poem based on first appearance of words in alphabetical order in: Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005. Pgs. 218-19. 

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Day 17 Remix. Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005, pg. 187.

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Day 16:  Ghosts...

Just ordinary 

boring ghosts...

Do not underestimate!

Permission to destroy?

Not sure...

May awaken wrong time, wrong place!

They will die?

Erase!  Erase!  

Remix from: Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005, Pgs. 34-5.

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Day 16 The Poeming. Words from:  Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005. 

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Day 14 Remix. From: Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005. Pg. 144.

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Day 12:  It Gets Old

He smelled good

and had

       exquisite

          landscaping.

So I babysat

this boy

friend,

his

explosions,

no answers...

I would spill my guts

but couldn’t get

him to talk.

So I corrected,

          relocated,

                 acted

because

his expensive house

was on

an   old   block.

Remix from: Pike, Christopher, The Shaktra, NY: Tor Press, 2005. Pg. 139.