March 2018 IBPC entries

The follow 3 poems will be representing Babilu in the March 2018 IBPC Competition

Congratulations to poets Kenny, Jim, & Don 

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by Kenny

The seams of the baseball #41 
found in the gutter of Mexico 
Avenue beside Utah Park 
the first day of Spring are 
stitched tightly in red darts that
hold together two figure-eight
pieces of sensitive blonde calfskin
like infinity encircling itself. 

The number is handwritten in blue ink
I think of the Nazi found hiding
in Argentina, his thin translucent
lampshades tattooed with blue numerals.
Perhaps as a reminder, a memento. 

My insides wind tightly like 
those of the baseball.

I wonder how many baseballs
can be made from one calf skin,
how many are needed each year
to replace those lost beside the road.

I worry about the calves
those poor naked calves 
alone, in the fields, 
in the cold Montana winter. 


by Jim

You promised transformation if I bit 
the apple of your lust. We would be 
together, your dark trunk's cool coil 
dry against the wetness of my sable. 

You promised a tongue not forked, 
but one to flick, flick at the bud 
buried in pink, as your black eyes 
blinked at the quiver of my heat. 

You promised a new living 
beyond the flat bright world 
he and I came from. Day after day 
sameness, eternity's torture. 

I promised to light you up, illuminate 
your coiled darkness, but I lied.


by Don

The snowshovel
waves like a feather
and the cold white powder
gathers and tosses
puffing through the air.
The neighborman
dances, holding the
snowshovel's hand.
And when he 
nears the end of the song,
a friendly door behind him
opens and a woman's face appears.



  • Posts: 0
    Glad to be in fine company-good luck Don and Kenny!

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