The Long Ride Home: the 99 poems of MB Quivid
By MB Quivid
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The Long Ride Home is a book of 99 poems in 3 parts: For Me, For You, For Us. This is for us, the myriad beings of the universe. This is for you, all those I’ve come across in my life. This is for me and my spirit who belong to the myriad beings of the universe.
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The Long Ride Home - MB Quivid
Part I: For Me
April May June
April May June
away in moving images
circling in my mind
and I am far away in transition:
slowly I breakdown
to be extinct;
a cessation of movement
in spring and summer
Childhood
a last will to three years given by birds coming from wire bells
pecking away inside ground fog of smoke through doors
neighbour friend and enemy she took to running under wheels laughing
no more in pain at her brother who bent to choke on sand
flesh and bones took one eye to his face under the sun with a cow
chasing red children lose with much humourless life by the sewage
they kept chants to an asylum bed open marked with truth the man who
walked on his knees used to say and sits with God staring wide
we followed a beetle song one summer long of mosquito bites and tales
of the dead till we never forget listening to every sound in the dark
school yards gone out of scratching reach like myths in his name
with money and friends catching fireflies waiting for recess bells
that day awakened to the bald and lipless in pink dress of barefoot
dirt beyond her leaving without crying first for something
that nightmare of a childhood is now a dream too wonderful to imagine
the dream that metamorphosed by waking to die one more day
or live another nightmare
Wood
there inside this girl I must stand
and be wood to stand lying
down where my head could rest
under trees drunk with water
bent back weak as stars fading within
an eye a baal a woman
with no skin left on her face but the tundra wind
my horizon is her body receding
by the hair wafting
to the inner blue off shore
Haiku
of one summer daze
shelled white in iceberg and rain
still as a child’s sleep
Highcoo
a mind sunk to the bottom of such nights
too wide and awake to screech among the bats of ruins
like nothing beautiful except the way it flies
The Marriage
darting from water to air to water to air
I’ve been here too long too wrong
the belief that one day I would be sane
stripped me naked and left me wild
I was then to be removed from the world
and shaped into a civil institution where I happily disintegrated
till death did me apart and now I pronounce you
life and men
fire and tree
sun and the sea
love and the dead
god and hell
now the eternity
After Midnight
waiting for the water to boil
at some a.m. hour
it’s always during the waiting
when every nerve, every cell
senses the intensity
of every passing millisecond
and I am left recalling
a life of waiting
waiting for the water to boil
at some a.m. hour
Blink
heaviness on my head
even the sky weighs down
so that the air is too heavy to breathe
too thick to move in
one inanimate object
staring at another
waiting for the soup to cook
waiting for the fade-out
the blink of an eye
wavering between bright and dull