steve sibra

two poems

GODDESS OF BELLICOSE FRUIT

I am patched together, made of whiskey,

cigarettes, pulp of lemon fierce

to become lime.  Sublime

in my desire to melt mountains

of blackened ice.  I am only

the beginning.  Squirming 

below the soil of your hollow

heel, there be thousands like me.

 

We are foundations,

not simple boards nailed 

to empty frames.  We lay

waste, we do not place

blame, we strike down

empires of clowns, spray

our bitter juices like urine

into exposed and ugly faces –

we vanish with no traces,

accept no shame.

 

We were born to pass

judgment, but never judge.

We were created to give

enlightenment, but never teach.

Stretch high and wide to grasp

our dripping tongues, squeeze

citrus truth to wash the skin

from your tainted bones,

we are out of reach –

you will drift and sway,

you will pass into nightfall, alone.

 

None will remember

the coarseness of your hide,

nor the willowing of your laughter.

 

 

FACE PLATES

MY FACE HAS FOUND A PLACE

pressed into service

as some lady’s doormat

while her fat and ugly cat

drags his butt across my lips

it’s a devil of a kiss –

not the worst I have endured

 

IF I HAD NEVER FALLEN IN LOVE

before, I might find this sensation

strange, or a cause for alarm

even a reason to desire change

but under these circumstances

 

I WILL JUST REACH FOR THE MOUTHWASH

sit back, brace myself, and take my chances

15 May, 2021

STEVE SIBRA is from the tiny town of Big Sandy, Montana; a town currently comprised of barely five hundred individuals but which has in its rear view mirror a gallery of current and former residents including a famous rock star, a US senator, notorious an colorful criminal masterminds, a revered concert pianist, a rodeo superstar, and a bar owner who kayaks in flooding road ditches, dodging stranded cattle.  Also Steve himself, a writer of little renown who has been published in over fifty literary journals and who has a book of poetry forthcoming, entitled "Shoes for Baby", due out from Swallow Publishing in a few months.