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Monday, October 31, 2011

For Ruth

she lies on her bed    eyes closed
covers folded neatly across
her chest   white hair smooth & splayed 
against her pillow 
her hands quiet & folded
across her heaving chest
eyes shifting behind her lids
the hint of a flinch as I
inject her with morphine 
tell me she is there   aware
i take her cold hand   fold it
into both of mine   lean in
to coo into her ear   say 
peace will soon override 
her torment   breath come easily  
the whisper of movement 
in her frail fingers
tells me she hears   believes
her body descends into 
the arms of Morpheus   
silently calling back
to me that she is safe
i stroke her hair   kiss her cheek
await her next soundless plea
© 2011 cj Schlottman

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Thursday, October 27, 2011


heavy blocks   cubes of concrete
line the streets   block after block
they show my way home   a block 
of ice waits   between my poem 
and me   shows no sign of melting
obscures my view of words blocked
by its shine
wooden lettered blocks tumble
in my head & i am one
the one with the C just blocked
by the Q   i am a blockhead

© 2100 cj Schlottman

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Sunday, October 2, 2011

Thank You, Mr. Martini, Whoever You Are

martinis are my drug of choice  
made with tanqueray   frosty cold 
straight up   garnished with two olives
not three  not fancy ones   green ones 
stuffed with pimiento   served on a 
charger   no paper napkin for 
my elegant libation
the masterpiece arrives in a 
shiny silver shaker on a 
black enamel tray   the waiter
shakes it and in a display that 
leaves me breathless   pours the elixir 
into my glass   crystal   of course
when the icy rim touches my
lips   i close my eyes and exhale
a sigh as big as montana
i caress the rim of the glass
with my finger   stir the contents
with olives speared on sterling 
silver mini-swords
i swirl a second sip around
my teeth   taste it on my gums 
my tongue   swallow slowly   savor 
the essence of juniper as 
it finishes in my nose   
© cjschlottman  2011