Elan Mudrow
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Cold Floor
Posted on November 11, 2020 by Elan Mudrow
Cold Floor The dust scurries, moves, hides My fingers take the pulse of linoleum Wax, dirt, desire, finish, surface, sealer, room Remnants of a shine, dried bugs, skeleton specks We were the warmth, the life, the struggle, the stumble Lying there as outlines of… Continue Reading “Cold Floor”
Last First Day Back
Posted on September 30, 2016 by Elan Mudrow
In the first day halls arise slight scents Of layered floor wax, student nervousness Static new shirts, cotton combed jeans And hair blended with The rising cost of chemicals. After the blurred search for a room number, We open the same books We’ve always… Continue Reading “Last First Day Back”
Hair Yell
Posted on June 24, 2016 by Elan Mudrow
It’s ok to use a little hairspray To keep it out of your eyes Glue it down, rearrange it Before you lose your mind And yell at the mirror Blaming your cowlick On that worn pillow You named Mr. Flattie Throwing aside Pregnant Betty… Continue Reading “Hair Yell”
Shaking Glass With Hammers
Posted on June 3, 2016 by Elan Mudrow
You have held lovers Planting your curly soul Within their shaking innards Deep Where you felt they Wanted to be shook. Then Vibrating back at you, You became shaken Hiding the trembling Heat and pulse. Thoughts of fragility Make you wonder If we’re hollow… Continue Reading “Shaking Glass With Hammers”
Category: PoetryTags: Blog, Heartbreak, Human, Life, Love, Poem, Poet, Straight Forward Message?, Writing
The Freeway (Portrait #7)
Posted on May 15, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
We were underneath, before it crossed over the river. Tires sizzled above us like a new form of electricity. These were sounds of an alien world, our planet. Our arms glued on to it, tentacles. Yet, we couldn’t follow it. The kid was… Continue Reading “The Freeway (Portrait #7)”
Beanies Are Babyish
Posted on March 16, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Hairnets keep things in place Caps are con artists Indecisive little shits, who Don’t want to be pinned down Derbies are dumbfounded Stovepipes are bearded with warts Stocking caps muffle their words Then get lost in the snow Unless they have a tassel… Continue Reading “Beanies Are Babyish”
Distant Trees Know No Names
Posted on March 13, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
The look feels the distance, travelling Upon waves of heat, blurring perception Future weeks are lost in the haze I am the lost street, blocks scrape my skin And cannot be disconnected, unplugged I am only electricity, a time excuse For the… Continue Reading “Distant Trees Know No Names”
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Compassion, Forest, Lost Love, Love, Lovers, Modernism, Passion, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Relationships, T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, Trees, Writer, Writing
Earthen Heart
Posted on March 9, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Sacrifices are in plentitude, fruits are abundant, mist will always hang on highest of ranges. But, to promise another your heart indefinitely takes an acceptance of the ground, feet steady, smart eyes, and a heart like earth.
Flannel Likes Your Grandma
Posted on March 6, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Comforters are insecure Blankets hide in between secrets Muffling the truth of the matter Pillows make lewd suggestions To any side of the head That happens to take an interest Sheets are cold at first Until they warm up to you King, Queen,… Continue Reading “Flannel Likes Your Grandma”
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