M.D. Flynn: 2 Poems

Notes on the Second String B

combed back blue cat blowing...
send it further on … the song’s undone,
play through passing yards and run free;
there in and out among the trees,
make pale white stars as winter’s come,
cut bright the notes now summer’s done,
show me the bones of honey bees,
in your hands strike faster the sound,
there in passing I too am gone,
a pair of eyes … a nose between,
close cold ‘n done, just earth become,
a stare upon staid garden gnomes,
reflecting stance, in like glass shone,
still in their boxes, still in their homes,
under a moon … upon tall grass,
stolen from light waiting to dance,
held by chance as yesterday’s pass,
so lead me; past beyond the strand,
show me asleep … show me as I am,
deep under the gathered sand,
bring me close by to where you are;
there as you fly I want to be,
sell me the honey to believe,
that during bright day - flies are not bees,
then mad blue cat, when the cool leaves,
say my name … lead me wherever,
there is the sea … still sweet the breeze.

Birth Day

Alien come
make your stand
restless soul
full
of sweet anticipation
and hope for dawn
dream
one ordinary day
dream grand
unfamiliar color
being
much like any other
stranger in a stranger land
become
without pause
a life happening
despite what people say
come
naked to this
feast of love
we will clothe you in caresses

Biographical Note for M.D. Flynn: My bio is simple. I was raised by circus folk and am currently an artist in Philadelphia.