I dug my grave
there was nobody in there
I waited around for awhile,
then I left.
I can always come back again later
and check
but just to be safe, I left some flowers
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
show you progress
I'm a gentleman scientist
readying the world step-by-step
for my incredible discoveries, doing all
my level best to insure that panic
does not ensue
when I break through:
I will say: "Good evening.
How do you do?"
And after a courteous pause,
I'll correct the answerers,
and I will tell them all how
they will all
thenceforward
do.
readying the world step-by-step
for my incredible discoveries, doing all
my level best to insure that panic
does not ensue
when I break through:
I will say: "Good evening.
How do you do?"
And after a courteous pause,
I'll correct the answerers,
and I will tell them all how
they will all
thenceforward
do.
except evidence
don't believe in anything
except for evidence
Evidence doesn't prove anything
but it used to.
you sent the world away
but the world wants to stay
keep you cradled up inside it,
coming up with the same sane answers
that everyone does. The world wants you
to do the same. You stopped
but the world went on. Without you,
your life stopped as well, but not
in the same place.
You can't see it
Evidence doesn't prove anything
but it can be used to. It can be used
to prove whatever it wants to, and if
you are nice to it, go easy on it,
you can turn it in all different directions
and watch it sparkle
watch it sparkle so, that
you won't believe
in anything but that gleam
and nor should you: soon the
things you wanted most to see
in yourself, in the world around,
in the ones you want most to believe,
everywhere you used to see all you wanted to
see, soon
you'll note the distinct lack
of evidence
backing you up
backing you up, on
your heels, there's a wall
somewhere behind you but you haven't struck
it. You believe there's a wall, but your eyes are
stuck
staring forward, at everything you're backing away
from.
You'll become, you'll become, you'll become, you'll
become what the evidence most strongly suggests.
You can guess, excellently well but why waste your time
on your old talents now? When you've pared it all down
to the basics. Here's how: believe in nothing
except evidence. Evidence doesn't prove a thing,
but it can be used to.
except for evidence
Evidence doesn't prove anything
but it used to.
you sent the world away
but the world wants to stay
keep you cradled up inside it,
coming up with the same sane answers
that everyone does. The world wants you
to do the same. You stopped
but the world went on. Without you,
your life stopped as well, but not
in the same place.
You can't see it
Evidence doesn't prove anything
but it can be used to. It can be used
to prove whatever it wants to, and if
you are nice to it, go easy on it,
you can turn it in all different directions
and watch it sparkle
watch it sparkle so, that
you won't believe
in anything but that gleam
and nor should you: soon the
things you wanted most to see
in yourself, in the world around,
in the ones you want most to believe,
everywhere you used to see all you wanted to
see, soon
you'll note the distinct lack
of evidence
backing you up
backing you up, on
your heels, there's a wall
somewhere behind you but you haven't struck
it. You believe there's a wall, but your eyes are
stuck
staring forward, at everything you're backing away
from.
You'll become, you'll become, you'll become, you'll
become what the evidence most strongly suggests.
You can guess, excellently well but why waste your time
on your old talents now? When you've pared it all down
to the basics. Here's how: believe in nothing
except evidence. Evidence doesn't prove a thing,
but it can be used to.
mountain house
we went to your big mountain house
spread out and empty inside, it was only
the roof and the sides were pushed out
that made it big, too big
to hold so tiny a life
which was how you preferred
to live in it: spare,
but with me there, I was
out of place
which was fine by me.
- that was only for the moment,
I was only there to help
only there to help lend a shoulder,
or two, my arms and back -
something,
you said
needed lifting
I was only there to help you
not fit in
spread out and empty inside, it was only
the roof and the sides were pushed out
that made it big, too big
to hold so tiny a life
which was how you preferred
to live in it: spare,
but with me there, I was
out of place
which was fine by me.
- that was only for the moment,
I was only there to help
only there to help lend a shoulder,
or two, my arms and back -
something,
you said
needed lifting
I was only there to help you
not fit in
Monday, January 25, 2010
"all okey-doke!"
there's
no thing going on,
you've done no wrong
at least, by me!
nor made me
sad, uncomfortable, or
irritated in my soul
with anything you've said,
implied, or left unsaid, or
undenied
you're pretty much
the only one I know
who's clear and free.
no thing going on,
you've done no wrong
at least, by me!
nor made me
sad, uncomfortable, or
irritated in my soul
with anything you've said,
implied, or left unsaid, or
undenied
you're pretty much
the only one I know
who's clear and free.
shoulders
she shoulders heavy burdens,
words and murmurs, implications,
weighted actions, freighted glances,
she's our servant, our salvation
thankless wonder, struggles under
evermore she's taking on
upon her shoulders, worlds
are settled - with yet more
worlds waiting patient
to climb on.
words and murmurs, implications,
weighted actions, freighted glances,
she's our servant, our salvation
thankless wonder, struggles under
evermore she's taking on
upon her shoulders, worlds
are settled - with yet more
worlds waiting patient
to climb on.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
at the end,
I see us forever,
arm in arm, life in life
and there are consequences implied.
I don't want us to die.
Not early, not an accident. Though
at least we'd go together, I don't want
to end in pain, fear, screaming
and I don't want to be cut short
Of course, I don't want
to end at all
I want long years to savor this
I will not be able to believe what we have found,
not until I've been able to rub my face in it,
in its sweet fragrance and warm sleek press
and damp caress, and cold morning gooseflesh,
and warm growing-into, and learning
each the other, right through, and
through again, for ages and ages,
a long, long time
- and then only then,
will I believe my luck.
All of which means:
natural causes, most likely.
quite harsh, still
"Forever" is a hollow joke,
in lives like these, a world
made to be temporary, made
to end, and
to be over
I'm just going to blurt it out:
at the end,
...
I don't want to go first.
I don't want to think of the branching ways
you could go on from there,
I can't bear
to think of you drawn,
despairing, your life
gone forth from the world,
me cold in the ground, or some dull,
well-earned urn.
With a small plaque on it, that says
something sarcastic - I made you promise
to put on there
you honored,
though you knew I was only kidding
one last misguided attempt to lighten the pall
as I lay with your hand squeezing my withered hand,
with your hand squeezing the last of my blood
instead of my heart
and then you, so full of life, let it drop
and follow soon after,
too soon.
our threads are intertwined, but
I don't want my death to cut yours short,
to be the blade that cuts yours
But almost worse than that picture - me
so selfish, me
so jealous - to picture you waiting
the requisite year, then - your heart lighter,
you pick up and move on...
I don't want that either! What
a hard, cruel, I know - a selfish, selfish
man. And I know my ghost would only want
to follow your every step, just to feel the pain
of not sharing in
to be by your side in pain -
a pain to be preferred to heaven
Darling, please, while we're young
let's agree - you go first
for I know I won't last,
with you gone
I will follow before you can even think
to miss me
arm in arm, life in life
and there are consequences implied.
I don't want us to die.
Not early, not an accident. Though
at least we'd go together, I don't want
to end in pain, fear, screaming
and I don't want to be cut short
Of course, I don't want
to end at all
I want long years to savor this
I will not be able to believe what we have found,
not until I've been able to rub my face in it,
in its sweet fragrance and warm sleek press
and damp caress, and cold morning gooseflesh,
and warm growing-into, and learning
each the other, right through, and
through again, for ages and ages,
a long, long time
- and then only then,
will I believe my luck.
All of which means:
natural causes, most likely.
quite harsh, still
"Forever" is a hollow joke,
in lives like these, a world
made to be temporary, made
to end, and
to be over
I'm just going to blurt it out:
at the end,
...
I don't want to go first.
I don't want to think of the branching ways
you could go on from there,
I can't bear
to think of you drawn,
despairing, your life
gone forth from the world,
me cold in the ground, or some dull,
well-earned urn.
With a small plaque on it, that says
something sarcastic - I made you promise
to put on there
you honored,
though you knew I was only kidding
one last misguided attempt to lighten the pall
as I lay with your hand squeezing my withered hand,
with your hand squeezing the last of my blood
instead of my heart
and then you, so full of life, let it drop
and follow soon after,
too soon.
our threads are intertwined, but
I don't want my death to cut yours short,
to be the blade that cuts yours
But almost worse than that picture - me
so selfish, me
so jealous - to picture you waiting
the requisite year, then - your heart lighter,
you pick up and move on...
I don't want that either! What
a hard, cruel, I know - a selfish, selfish
man. And I know my ghost would only want
to follow your every step, just to feel the pain
of not sharing in
to be by your side in pain -
a pain to be preferred to heaven
Darling, please, while we're young
let's agree - you go first
for I know I won't last,
with you gone
I will follow before you can even think
to miss me
less from you
what I need
is not
what you need to give me,
dear,
I can do with less
I'd rather have less
from you
than any amount
from another
less from you
or whatever you can give
balanced by whatever you can't
whatever you can
is fine by me
give freely, give free,
less from you
is fine by me
is not
what you need to give me,
dear,
I can do with less
I'd rather have less
from you
than any amount
from another
less from you
or whatever you can give
balanced by whatever you can't
whatever you can
is fine by me
give freely, give free,
less from you
is fine by me
to eat my words
I'm always prepared to eat my words
- that's one of my favorite dishes.
If I'm wrong, pass the fork!
they're so tender and choice, well -
what could be more delicious?
- that's one of my favorite dishes.
If I'm wrong, pass the fork!
they're so tender and choice, well -
what could be more delicious?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
calculation
does calculation
mean it less? you
want so much, to say
it right - the best
you can. It means
too much
some times the words just
tumble, rush, and fall
assembled perfectly
you catch your breath, and
think "wowee! Just what I meant,"
but other times, it's hard and takes
up all your mind in effort, sweat
and bad mistakes just barely missed
by effort you put into it - by artifice,
and measured weight, and tone, with care,
you calculate
mean it less? you
want so much, to say
it right - the best
you can. It means
too much
some times the words just
tumble, rush, and fall
assembled perfectly
you catch your breath, and
think "wowee! Just what I meant,"
but other times, it's hard and takes
up all your mind in effort, sweat
and bad mistakes just barely missed
by effort you put into it - by artifice,
and measured weight, and tone, with care,
you calculate
Friday, January 22, 2010
perils of eating out
I went out to get vietnamese and slipped
ended up at the cambodian place
well my instruments must have been misaligned
they had to capture me to save face
it caused an international incident
the State Department claimed they didn't know
but that didn't stop them from asking,
"hey man - bring us back some amok, to go"
ended up at the cambodian place
well my instruments must have been misaligned
they had to capture me to save face
it caused an international incident
the State Department claimed they didn't know
but that didn't stop them from asking,
"hey man - bring us back some amok, to go"
a full retraction
I was
unelectrocuted,
when you pulled the plug
then you cut me down
from where you had me strung up
and unstrangled my neck, where
the reddened rope burned
You pulled the bullets out by their holes,
then you turned me over
and over, you looked for all signs
- for poison, you pumped antidote,
then opened my mind,
turning squishy little dials, flipping switches
OFF / ON
I'm perfectly alive, you say
but
something's still gone
unelectrocuted,
when you pulled the plug
then you cut me down
from where you had me strung up
and unstrangled my neck, where
the reddened rope burned
You pulled the bullets out by their holes,
then you turned me over
and over, you looked for all signs
- for poison, you pumped antidote,
then opened my mind,
turning squishy little dials, flipping switches
OFF / ON
I'm perfectly alive, you say
but
something's still gone
Thursday, January 21, 2010
First,
First,
fall
and question then:
acceleration, cross
wind current, friction
spend itself against
your skin rubbed raw
by air
descend
to one straight line
you were born for:
to die
but first,
hit this one high
fall
and question then:
acceleration, cross
wind current, friction
spend itself against
your skin rubbed raw
by air
descend
to one straight line
you were born for:
to die
but first,
hit this one high
certain words
certain words
that I first heard
from you, it's like
you invented them
like "earbuds"
god, I love that word!
it's cute as all.
I picture a duck!
somehow, with ears
he wears those things
to hear his tunes
throughout his day
how do they sound?
what do ducks like?
I think: like you
duck tunes sound
yay
that I first heard
from you, it's like
you invented them
like "earbuds"
god, I love that word!
it's cute as all.
I picture a duck!
somehow, with ears
he wears those things
to hear his tunes
throughout his day
how do they sound?
what do ducks like?
I think: like you
duck tunes sound
yay
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
unestranged
you, meet me
and me, you
and I
have to say
"well how
do you do?
what say you
my love
you are mine
I am yours
oh, my love
we forgot that somehow
all the chores
and appointments
we made
of our love
left undone
fallen through
'til we sat
there with nothing
to do
and few words
to be strung
on the line
we hang loose
between us
to communicate through.
Well, you
meet me
and I'll
meet you
and we'll see
who we are,
again
before we're
through
"
and me, you
and I
have to say
"well how
do you do?
what say you
my love
you are mine
I am yours
oh, my love
we forgot that somehow
all the chores
and appointments
we made
of our love
left undone
fallen through
'til we sat
there with nothing
to do
and few words
to be strung
on the line
we hang loose
between us
to communicate through.
Well, you
meet me
and I'll
meet you
and we'll see
who we are,
again
before we're
through
"
transubstantiation
her legs have too much design
and her knees are too far from her hips
but the moment the strap slips down,
on her arm
all is forgiven, her lips, oh her lips
sing a benediction
and I am the blessed
and I'm the beloved, dear brethren
yes
and I am the choir,
she'll preach
call amen!
in response
sing the hymn
hallelujah again
in a congregation of two,
we begin
and she is the celebrant
all rise
and join in
and her knees are too far from her hips
but the moment the strap slips down,
on her arm
all is forgiven, her lips, oh her lips
sing a benediction
and I am the blessed
and I'm the beloved, dear brethren
yes
and I am the choir,
she'll preach
call amen!
in response
sing the hymn
hallelujah again
in a congregation of two,
we begin
and she is the celebrant
all rise
and join in
no place like
this is where my life used to be
I drove these roads
blind
straight like a shot
every time, found my way
to where you used
to wait
now,
blinded by street signs
I used to know
I followed your old way home,
'til I couldn't find mine
anymore
because there's no safe
right place
at the end,
anymore
and that's fine
she doesn't live here
any more, and
what are you looking for?
I've never looked for anything. But
now,
I will.
go,
look
- slow,
not a race.
I want to be home.
I've never been home,
it sounds like a wonderful place
I drove these roads
blind
straight like a shot
every time, found my way
to where you used
to wait
now,
blinded by street signs
I used to know
I followed your old way home,
'til I couldn't find mine
anymore
because there's no safe
right place
at the end,
anymore
and that's fine
she doesn't live here
any more, and
what are you looking for?
I've never looked for anything. But
now,
I will.
go,
look
- slow,
not a race.
I want to be home.
I've never been home,
it sounds like a wonderful place
rights reserved, vs. rights deserved
my copyright prohibits derivative works
explicitly but that makes me a hypocrite, see?
Each and all my works are derivative. Originality
is a cross I gave the other guy to bear
explicitly but that makes me a hypocrite, see?
Each and all my works are derivative. Originality
is a cross I gave the other guy to bear
delicate
I didn't stop caring,
I just stopped crying
my eyes had no more to give
my hand kerchief
got tired of drying
tears,
my eyes dried, un-
bleared,
I honked my last
big honking blast
from my sore, red nose
and I threw it in the trash
The hanky, not my nose!
it was all stained and smeared
from the tears you made me cry
and big snot honks!
I'm a delicate guy.
I just stopped crying
my eyes had no more to give
my hand kerchief
got tired of drying
tears,
my eyes dried, un-
bleared,
I honked my last
big honking blast
from my sore, red nose
and I threw it in the trash
The hanky, not my nose!
it was all stained and smeared
from the tears you made me cry
and big snot honks!
I'm a delicate guy.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
what used to be water
Christ is coming
around again, not
Sunday this time,
or Saturday. It's
Tuesday. Christ
is waiting,
before the door.
Right on time,
like a thief
in line for the next
teller.
He has not knocked.
He awaits at the door.
Who then shall answer?
Well,
it's my fucking house, so
I guess that's me. Hello?
"Peace be with you. Do
you have some time today
to speak together with
me about God?" Sure thing!
Come in, sir.
Sit down.
"No need
for the sir," he smiled.
"I'd like to tell you
a little about my ministry.
It won't
take long"
- just cut it right there,
please. Miracles! Buddy,
cut to the miracles
, says I.
He sighs.
Soon enough I'm regaled by
wonders, and rolling on the
floor from the parables.
He's turning fish into stones,
juggling loaves of milkhoney bread
telling stories like the pharisee
and the samaritan
walked into a bar
and I'm all stocked up
on gallon jug jars
of what used to be water
I love that guy!
He can come around anytime
around again, not
Sunday this time,
or Saturday. It's
Tuesday. Christ
is waiting,
before the door.
Right on time,
like a thief
in line for the next
teller.
He has not knocked.
He awaits at the door.
Who then shall answer?
Well,
it's my fucking house, so
I guess that's me. Hello?
"Peace be with you. Do
you have some time today
to speak together with
me about God?" Sure thing!
Come in, sir.
Sit down.
"No need
for the sir," he smiled.
"I'd like to tell you
a little about my ministry.
It won't
take long"
- just cut it right there,
please. Miracles! Buddy,
cut to the miracles
, says I.
He sighs.
Soon enough I'm regaled by
wonders, and rolling on the
floor from the parables.
He's turning fish into stones,
juggling loaves of milkhoney bread
telling stories like the pharisee
and the samaritan
walked into a bar
and I'm all stocked up
on gallon jug jars
of what used to be water
I love that guy!
He can come around anytime
Saturday, January 16, 2010
an answer
you see, I pray a lot
I mean no, I don't pray a lot
I don't know if I pray or not
it's more thought,
on the infinite topic,
a talk
yes of course - a bit one-sided, I know
have I seen, heard - a vision? a voice?
thank God no! I'd be pleased not to be
blessed quite so much as that
I like my miracles flat
but every long once in a while
that talk
hits a snag that I can't see
to work free myself
- it resolves itself to a plea,
to a prayer.
and last night I asked you
to help.
you were there
I mean no, I don't pray a lot
I don't know if I pray or not
it's more thought,
on the infinite topic,
a talk
yes of course - a bit one-sided, I know
have I seen, heard - a vision? a voice?
thank God no! I'd be pleased not to be
blessed quite so much as that
I like my miracles flat
but every long once in a while
that talk
hits a snag that I can't see
to work free myself
- it resolves itself to a plea,
to a prayer.
and last night I asked you
to help.
you were there
Friday, January 15, 2010
pickup or delivery
anxious
someone is on their way
waiting,
will the change be right
will the right change be there?
for the right tip, and tax
have I checked for that?
an eternal suspense
I have never ordered
I never placed the call
I never told anyone what I want, but
I cannot shake the feeling: somewhere,
there is a pizza coming
there is always a pizza coming
the feeling is always in the air
as the front porch light stays lit, waiting
for it,
and I get up and pace
and I check the face in the mirror
and I try to remember
the last time
I ever even placed
an order for pizza delivery.
been years, surely
it can't have been me who called
who is coming to see me
and what is going to be on it?
the pizza has been coming for
as long as I can think back
- and I'm starting to think,
it will never arrive
never land
never reenter
the timestream, the world
of reality, of "ding-dong!"
of "just a minute!"
of "here you are -"
"- there you go,"
no.
This is one pizza that will never show.
But when it does,
it will be so damn piping
fresh
and hot
I will not
be able to believe.
I hear tires outside
someone is on their way
waiting,
will the change be right
will the right change be there?
for the right tip, and tax
have I checked for that?
an eternal suspense
I have never ordered
I never placed the call
I never told anyone what I want, but
I cannot shake the feeling: somewhere,
there is a pizza coming
there is always a pizza coming
the feeling is always in the air
as the front porch light stays lit, waiting
for it,
and I get up and pace
and I check the face in the mirror
and I try to remember
the last time
I ever even placed
an order for pizza delivery.
been years, surely
it can't have been me who called
who is coming to see me
and what is going to be on it?
the pizza has been coming for
as long as I can think back
- and I'm starting to think,
it will never arrive
never land
never reenter
the timestream, the world
of reality, of "ding-dong!"
of "just a minute!"
of "here you are -"
"- there you go,"
no.
This is one pizza that will never show.
But when it does,
it will be so damn piping
fresh
and hot
I will not
be able to believe.
I hear tires outside
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
out the door
the room has no air and I
walk, heatless,
through it
expecting every eye
upon me as I
hit the door, pulling,
swinging through
- fulcrum, lever and me
smooth in one motion. I'm
a perfect machine
for getting the hell out
but as I breathe again,
- treading on tree shadows,
cutting through the gap in the hedge
shooing spiderwebs - the eyes
still seethe
upon my ever-retreating
back
walk, heatless,
through it
expecting every eye
upon me as I
hit the door, pulling,
swinging through
- fulcrum, lever and me
smooth in one motion. I'm
a perfect machine
for getting the hell out
but as I breathe again,
- treading on tree shadows,
cutting through the gap in the hedge
shooing spiderwebs - the eyes
still seethe
upon my ever-retreating
back
Sunday, January 10, 2010
fine then
It's either fine how it was,
or it's better now
and I don't care which
just as long as it fits
you can write whatever end
of the story you want,
or technically I guess,
set the sequel up
if you finally think you made a mistake
here's a last chance to make it right
it's either over like it was,
or else we move on
I refuse to let it drag
on longer like this
in my heart, I mean
- you have no idea
there was anything but over
between us at all
you knew what you had to do,
and you went ahead knowing the cost
but if you finally think you made a mistake
here's a last chance to make it right
and if you still think what you did was right, then
here's another chance to cut the loss
but if you finally think you made a mistake
here's a last chance to make it right
or it's better now
and I don't care which
just as long as it fits
you can write whatever end
of the story you want,
or technically I guess,
set the sequel up
if you finally think you made a mistake
here's a last chance to make it right
it's either over like it was,
or else we move on
I refuse to let it drag
on longer like this
in my heart, I mean
- you have no idea
there was anything but over
between us at all
you knew what you had to do,
and you went ahead knowing the cost
but if you finally think you made a mistake
here's a last chance to make it right
and if you still think what you did was right, then
here's another chance to cut the loss
but if you finally think you made a mistake
here's a last chance to make it right
Friday, January 08, 2010
I have a mole on the inside
I have a mole on the inside
that doesn't tell me a thing
and I can't reach it to squeeze
for information or gently scratch
as a reward stimulus, it's too far
beneath the skin
it's on the inside
and it doesn't tell me a thing
that doesn't tell me a thing
and I can't reach it to squeeze
for information or gently scratch
as a reward stimulus, it's too far
beneath the skin
it's on the inside
and it doesn't tell me a thing
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Cute As Boots!
you're as cute as a new pair of boots
that you bought half-a-size too small
just to have them at all
snagged the very last pair
will you wear them around?
will you wear them at all?
they pinch don't they, oh
will they get comfortable
after you break them in?
they're so cute with your hair!
and your outfits and jeans
after you break them in,
- do you think you will, though?
after you break them in,
bet they won't mean a thing
that you bought half-a-size too small
just to have them at all
snagged the very last pair
will you wear them around?
will you wear them at all?
they pinch don't they, oh
will they get comfortable
after you break them in?
they're so cute with your hair!
and your outfits and jeans
after you break them in,
- do you think you will, though?
after you break them in,
bet they won't mean a thing
dialogue
youth is wasted on the young,
who can't appreciate the fun
- but wait, that's dumb! Of course they can!
just what did you mean there, old man?
who can't appreciate the fun
- but wait, that's dumb! Of course they can!
just what did you mean there, old man?
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
combat in the age of dream chivalry
girt in my iron pajamas
I ride fro on my steed of linen
to battle! in a wide plain of dream violence,
and my broadsword going all: whsssht! whsssht! CLANG
through the air and upon the shields and helmed visages
that surround me pretty thick.
The brute force of my sword-arm tells
to the consternation and woe of my sworn foes
fuck them
this is my dream
whatever they did to deserve to be in it
is not my problem
I SMITE THEE, SUCKA!!
whsssht! whsssht!
clang
I ride fro on my steed of linen
to battle! in a wide plain of dream violence,
and my broadsword going all: whsssht! whsssht! CLANG
through the air and upon the shields and helmed visages
that surround me pretty thick.
The brute force of my sword-arm tells
to the consternation and woe of my sworn foes
fuck them
this is my dream
whatever they did to deserve to be in it
is not my problem
I SMITE THEE, SUCKA!!
whsssht! whsssht!
clang
a fleeting season
my mouth tastes of cigarettes,
and so should yours after all
but it doesn't. It tastes
like a color, like a warm
sound, like a feeling,
like water, clear
fleeting
here for a season,
- less than that -
then drought
it feels like life
should be one long season of rains, by now
but up in the clouds, our rain dance has fallen
on agnostic ears, and we have to husband
what we've collected in buckets, in
troughs and tin cans, in
our hearts,
against this doubt
to get us through
I know
we shouldn't be smoking, but then
neither should anyone else
there's plenty of other things, as well
that nobody else should do
and so should yours after all
but it doesn't. It tastes
like a color, like a warm
sound, like a feeling,
like water, clear
fleeting
here for a season,
- less than that -
then drought
it feels like life
should be one long season of rains, by now
but up in the clouds, our rain dance has fallen
on agnostic ears, and we have to husband
what we've collected in buckets, in
troughs and tin cans, in
our hearts,
against this doubt
to get us through
I know
we shouldn't be smoking, but then
neither should anyone else
there's plenty of other things, as well
that nobody else should do
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
my ear just popped
my ear just popped
I guess I'm officially
down to earth,
not quite sea level
but grounded,
at least
For a while there
I was too high to do anything
but chew gum, and look down
in wonder
at how the lights
of cities and towns,
seen through the thin, doppled
layer of clouds
threw an angry orange glare
upwards, in my direction
making everything look like
smog and fire, and future dystopias
In places, the whole horizon was lit
by that evil glow
I just shut up, and
kept going
I guess I'm officially
down to earth,
not quite sea level
but grounded,
at least
For a while there
I was too high to do anything
but chew gum, and look down
in wonder
at how the lights
of cities and towns,
seen through the thin, doppled
layer of clouds
threw an angry orange glare
upwards, in my direction
making everything look like
smog and fire, and future dystopias
In places, the whole horizon was lit
by that evil glow
I just shut up, and
kept going
slow start
bang! the starting gun
went off
I jumped up, startled
caught me flat
oh yes, I guess I'm s'posed
to run
too beautiful a day
for that!
went off
I jumped up, startled
caught me flat
oh yes, I guess I'm s'posed
to run
too beautiful a day
for that!
Friday, January 01, 2010
new year's eve is over
one last grain
one tick, one beat
the countdown slid
to zero, we
turned and missed
our chance
for our last kiss
last year, our first
for this
this year I won't commit
to change or quit
or do a thing except
just making up that difference
and kissing you each
chance I get
upon your lips
I am resolved
so I will shave
my prickly chin
to keep your skin
unscuffed, unscratched
with kisses cool
inflamed within
one tick, one beat
the countdown slid
to zero, we
turned and missed
our chance
for our last kiss
last year, our first
for this
this year I won't commit
to change or quit
or do a thing except
just making up that difference
and kissing you each
chance I get
upon your lips
I am resolved
so I will shave
my prickly chin
to keep your skin
unscuffed, unscratched
with kisses cool
inflamed within
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