Fancy Footwork

My name is Sabrina. I write poetry like a fortune cookie machine. Sorry about the mess. Follow my personal blog @plaza-fool

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Ad Curiositas (11/1/21 12:37am)

In the broad Sonoran you will find

Pieces of your mind thought left behind

Freedoms that which you will never speak

Learning how to perfect technique

From my home country I have run

And left all those that I have done

Everything I need I bring with me

Memories that sing me to sleep

In the snowy north I have hover

The temporary home of my brother

Scant visitings I dare obtained

Altogether more my mind has gained

Many lands I travel with my heart

Sleeved to my side and will never depart

What lands I’ll cross remain unknown

As long as they never, ever snow!

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The End is Nigh (1/3/24)

There are some, is it true

Erred not when words threw

I myself have sang the chords

So have the peasants

And so have the lords

Phrase uttered in castles doubting

Despairs, endless, ever a-counting

All voices singing inevitable symphony

Those who can only whisper

Those who cry the epiphany

Occulted perception, to know the story

The endless privilege of dramatic irony

Comforted maybe, but never assuaged

To know who lives, who dies

And who turns your page

Those at Goliad, those days past

Us today, next door, in fact

Of course, we all will join the chorus

Between little ones born this hour

And everyone that came before us

Somewhere in you, you know the creed

The justification of darker deed

The steadfast solace in the unrecovery

Said with intention, or none at all

The End Is Nigh, God Help Us All.

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The Bastard II (4/20/23)

And here I was

Shining as day

Making Chantilly

And the finest of company

And here I was

Biding my time

Waiting on you

And beginning the climb

And here I was

Dreaming of heights

Dreading the days

Where I have to take flights

And here I am

Pissed as all get out

Fury within me

Why the Hell did you never mention you’ve had a girlfriend in California for two years?

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The Bastard I (4/21/23)

Committing to plans is a molasseslike sin

Before you think your heart’s rushed in

See, unlike the brain, a heart pulses rapidly

Which, for me at least, is abjectly dastardly

Bare with me, dear reader, I was in an desert vast,

With sliding sands and sunlight amassed

And there I was, I saw my oasis

How lucky I was to have found that placement!

I thought it was right! I thought it would be fun!

Now I stare down the barrel of the gun

He was right there, right there within grasp

Mirages tend to do that, then vanish fast

Now that I have dreamt of purest water

It only can be that much farther

This is my fault, that I can concede

Not just me, but my heart and what I see!

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The Pot of Soup I Forgot to Throw Out

You are like the bowl of soup I forgot to throw out

That I promised my roommate on Monday that I would

At first you were so warm, so human, just want I wanted

I put in all of my favorite things, like carrots and potatoes, pasta and zucchini…

I put in the salt, the paprika

But once I had a taste, and experienced no flavor that I intended, I put down my spoon

And you did not change. You mellowed in my fridge where you took up too much space. You thickened and congealed. The pasta within you swelled up and the zucchini became no color that I could discern. You waited for me to do something about you.

You just sat in my fridge and I told my roommate I would eat you. I told her I could stomach the taste if I just altered it a little.

And I guiltily struggled to pour you down the drain. You didn’t ask to be made, and I certainly thought I knew what I was doing.

My guilty guilty hands.

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Anne Sexton (3/20/23)

Anne was wretched, we all know

Limited talent, limited flow

“Miserable to the end” 

All her friends penned

We’re left only to wonder what she kept hid...

I dislike her subject

I dislike her verse

I finder her morally depraved,

and utterly perverse

But tell me what’s worse

that I’m breaking scheme 

of that she did it first?

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The Day I Went Insane (3/20/23)

On the day I went insane

to silence the voices in my brain

I stripped to nothing, save a mask

And walked down the street in stupored bask

I had other duties, much more pressing

None I desired more than undressing

What must it take to have all of the attention

I’d do everything that need not mention

The sight of him burns my guilty heart

The talk of her tears me completely apart

Why am I slave to my obsessive fantasies

It brings me comfort

It brings me to my knees

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Tricky Tricky Babylon

I climbed my way to the top of the tower

Built myself an unearthly empire

My men labored for days on end

Hoping to see their loved ones again

I drank their soup, they had no tea

I utterly deprived them of humanity

I laughed behind curtains, shirked my pride

I reserved my love for the fireside

When at last work was through

Hammer and chisel cast hitherto

I marveled at the majesty, inspired,

Wouldn’t you?

I climbed once again, finally among the stars

Felt nothing but familiar emptiness in my heart

Decades, I slaved

Hundreds, I slaughtered

But here I was,

Pondering...the autumn

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Sunlight (3/20/23)

Gold light that pierces eyes

Like the lightest suds in the shower

Enumerates my sight of this land

--Invigorates my power

And when fire flickers beyond vision

When darkness is upon us

The magic rushes within me

as does as absolute does

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Bracing for false impact

A desecration irreparable

befits a woman unarraigned

For guilty chambers she holds holy

Never unearthed with due deranged

Slumber hold occult peace, like an

eye of a storm

Yet morning brings festering hopes

Hoping for just a little more

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BB Cream

You must melt like ice cream 

at only the sight of me

 For you decided to elevate me

like wanton chantilly

For 20 years, I have

myself curated

While the world watched eagerly,

watched and waited

Now I am ready to utterly

be obliterated

Ready your hammer, and bats

enumerated

For life is a party, and 

here your pinata dangles

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I am an American (8/5/22)

I’m praying for rain to rejuvenate my lawn

I’m praying for rain to fill my decorative pond

I drive the prayer mobile to church and back

Just in time for Sunday’s ribs on the rack

I go to church so I can talk to my friends

I hope they won’t notice I re-dyed my ends

I then go home to think about what I’ve done

I pray to God they won’t take my guns

The man on TV is blessed by god

Gifted with looks and to purify the flock

I read online that he inseminated a child

Well, God will punish those who run wild.

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Action Cat (3/12/21)

Something I wish I could tell you

I wish you could have understood

When you walk among the shadow of the valley

There is someone on a mountain watching you

And though I may be in the desert array

Thousands of miles astrayed

I think of you every day now

And scrape the bottoms of decorative mall fountains

To find enough quarters to telescope you

And now that you’re gone forever

I have more grief than I know with to do

But one thing I can always say to me

I never squandered my love for you

You were always on the back of my mind

And I will forever regret not saving you.

Someone who always took care of me

But now I cannot take care of you.

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The Business Affair (2/20/21, 4:20 pm)

When I recall the view from my old bedroom

In a house now defiled by recent movers

I wonder if when I gazed in the pond,

Frogs, turtles, and fish

And watched the chain link fence fail

to render the ducklings safe

From the impassable wall of evergreen of

Pine and fir, covered with rainbow moss

Concealing coyotes, bobcats, and

the breathes of those rotting eternally

I wonder

Did it gaze back, with colors waiting?

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The Black Sesame Seed (2/15/22, 12:55 PM)

Who dare align the stars

that lead a me down here?

That broke my bones from pressure

And slam choked my fears

A friend of mine whom I

Shudder at the thought

Branched two hearts and minds

That now pulled taught apart

Random numbers on a portal

Connected me to another

A lady kind and gracious mortal

With whom I now share a feather

And once I saw black glass

Hiding beautiful wisened eyes

My newest sister gained that day

On which I gambled an appearance

Another friend of mine,

A native here but yet

Hailing from my country came

Another friend to stay

Yes, the world is based on hair thin choices

Some within reach and some beyond gate

But with these clumsy fingers of mine

I refuse to choose hate.

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April 18, 2021 (2/9/22, 12:47am)

With striping steps she strides along

Listening to the most beautiful song

Ignoring that all that’s hers has gone wrong

She glides to where she thinks she belongs

Her brain is full of rocks and stones

And cracks completely when left alone

It cannot function, it abhors sleep

The more it hates the more it eats

Now, this time, her heart is the matter

So easily swelled, so easily shattered

The heart molds the brain like an expert potter

The brain, well, let’s just say it’s a newborn

Now her stomach is in the midst

Twisting and turning itself into fits

Craving all, and rejecting none

You’d think it was disconnected from tongue

Her mind is another, separate problem

Dismal when cheery, happy when solemn

Placated with sounds, and funny encounters

You’d wish it loved something that actually mattered!

At our conclusion, let’s just say

Mind control would gooden her day

Her body strong with a mind tempered well,

Oh, you know, she would fight that like hell!

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Wicker Wonder (2/9/22, 12:33 am)

Wicker wonder dressed in black

Hand in pocket and canvas bag

Walks to class with rocks in head

Granite dust that failed an inbed

Wicker wonder chooses to eat

A fairly expensive early day treat

You should see the grades that got

And the way it happens a lot

Wicker wonder lays empty face

On a bed fitting of royalty grace

Stay very still, for if Wicker roll off

They’d never be able to fix the top.