Biography of Sandy Player
Been writing since Sept.2011; cut me some slack...
Sandy Player Poems
It tastes sweet, A syrupy figure of strawberry juice Spiralling like a typhoon in the glass, Tastes sweet as I kiss the rim
Left Alone for Another Lifetime
I give my eyes to the stairs as I ascend, They seem not to be steps, steps, steps, steps, But one sheet of inclined metal Willing me to misplace my left foot and slip.
Why do I ask where to go When caught like the wolf Who licks an eskimo's sword?
Down the Drain
I seem to spend my life Dangling the bath-plug over the hole; Moving it up and down Like I'm teasing a rotweiler.
They lead him on, Black wool lamb up the brown-green stepped hill To the crookèd tree that Bends with broken body.
My faint white wardrobe Opened with two scarlet handles, The clothes are on the inside, Cotton, some silk, housing legions of you.
Doctor's Smoke Jar
They've put me back together again. Staples and paper making up for skin, Each perscription another dry and thin sheet.
The Children make a change of clothing; Tightening up red scarves And displaying hats as if helmets. Their grandparents stay inside as they gear up.
My Love Is a Red, Red Pool
My love is a red, red pool. Sanguine infact. Not a puddle, but a pool, Something that you can immerse yourself in,
A Tree Can't Sing
A tree can't sing; They say mice go 'squeak' And fish go 'sploosh' But a tree is renowned for
I lay my head down soundlessly And watch my will trickle Down my wedding white cheek Until it is absorbed into the aphotic pillow.
Long Sable Torch
I hold a long sable torch, Currently dead to energy, And put a stare into the mirror Concavely doming the bulb;
In The Graves
Round a bend on a cracked path As old as the bone chits that are pressed in Six feet under, I stand to the side
You, my bed, Four legged minotaur Soft-bellied gestapo man, I am your running gypsy
The Children make a change of clothing;
Tightening up red scarves
And displaying hats as if helmets.
Their grandparents stay inside as they gear up.
Perhaps another tea for now,
Bought with more silver, steel and Chinese blood.
Iron petals of snowflakes fall like an industrial revolution,
Overnight the land is levelled wearing the same rich bridal dress