my body is
an increasingly frail
cage.
But the thing within
knows not what it is
outside of the bars
and the bounds
where it lives
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?
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
flaring
"Your nostrils are flaring," she gasped,
We stood close. Far too close for anyone
or two, who had just met
expectation - well, yes.
They are.
My skin
is palpitating as well. My eyes
are hyperventilating.
my vision
has become, and
the hair on the back of my neck
is desperately reaching
for air. In short, I
am a good foot taller than I was
just eight inches ago, but
I'm not really the slightest bit
self-conscious now, now should I be?
Oh.
You
are
substance
to this recurring dream
that I've been
having
to lie to myself about, saying:
no, no,
no.
We stood close. Far too close for anyone
or two, who had just met
expectation - well, yes.
They are.
My skin
is palpitating as well. My eyes
are hyperventilating.
my vision
has become, and
the hair on the back of my neck
is desperately reaching
for air. In short, I
am a good foot taller than I was
just eight inches ago, but
I'm not really the slightest bit
self-conscious now, now should I be?
Oh.
You
are
substance
to this recurring dream
that I've been
having
to lie to myself about, saying:
no, no,
no.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
becoming un-
the surge has turned into inertia
we could be unstoppable, now at our best
I'd like to see something or somebody try
to get in our way - just to put up a test
we started up slow
but we've steadily gained
every moment momentum increases
no strain
we are straight on creating an infinite line
and there's more force that's building up
hard, from behind
Any person or thing that comes crossing our path -
the direction we're heading is getting the wrath
the immovable object - there is one, they say! -
better
hurry
its
ass
to
come
stand
in our way.
we could be unstoppable, now at our best
I'd like to see something or somebody try
to get in our way - just to put up a test
we started up slow
but we've steadily gained
every moment momentum increases
no strain
we are straight on creating an infinite line
and there's more force that's building up
hard, from behind
Any person or thing that comes crossing our path -
the direction we're heading is getting the wrath
the immovable object - there is one, they say! -
better
hurry
its
ass
to
come
stand
in our way.
shit for brains
shit for brains
is a good exchange
if you find someone willing to
take your shit
but a person like that -
their brain is apt
to be worth less than what
you paid for it.
is a good exchange
if you find someone willing to
take your shit
but a person like that -
their brain is apt
to be worth less than what
you paid for it.
sealed
our dreams have turned to dust,
my love.
so sprinkle them
upon these forms of ours. So still,
so pale we lie now side-by-side,
our lives struck down by bites
of apples known to us: forbidden fruit
of knowledge, life, and sudden death
with candy coat - enticed to stick
in lovers' throats
Enticed by love, we bit. Enticed
by sweet, our lips and corpses lie
in state - so still, so pale! In rich,
brocaded robes
we wait.
we die
since your kiss is the only one
true kiss, true love, to break my spell -
and since my kiss is your spell's key,
I'll lie here helpless, next to thee
our dreams have turned to fairy dust
so sprinkle them my love, dear ghost -
and think of wonderful, good things
struck down by fate,
we'll wait in love
on hope
my love.
so sprinkle them
upon these forms of ours. So still,
so pale we lie now side-by-side,
our lives struck down by bites
of apples known to us: forbidden fruit
of knowledge, life, and sudden death
with candy coat - enticed to stick
in lovers' throats
Enticed by love, we bit. Enticed
by sweet, our lips and corpses lie
in state - so still, so pale! In rich,
brocaded robes
we wait.
we die
since your kiss is the only one
true kiss, true love, to break my spell -
and since my kiss is your spell's key,
I'll lie here helpless, next to thee
our dreams have turned to fairy dust
so sprinkle them my love, dear ghost -
and think of wonderful, good things
struck down by fate,
we'll wait in love
on hope
toast
let's drink to all the reasons
that we absolutely "can't"
let's drink to all the reasons
that we're never going to work
let's drink to all the reasons
that we'd be fools, or that we
will be fools.
Let's drink to all the reasons
that we're such a bad idea,
until the shadows overcome themselves
in your glow, in your glow
well we're never going to work
- we'll be millionaires, as well
our prenuptial agreement shall state:
that each will get the other's.
And the mansion that they build for us
in hell, will be technically heaven
due to something involved, with zoning
laws - an error on the devil's part. Oh,
but we won't
move in.
We'll be gone - over
open seas, far gone.
We'll tie three sheets
together for a sail,
and you'll lie out naked
on the deck
in the sun.
Now let's drink
to all the reasons
that we can't
fail.
that we absolutely "can't"
let's drink to all the reasons
that we're never going to work
let's drink to all the reasons
that we'd be fools, or that we
will be fools.
Let's drink to all the reasons
that we're such a bad idea,
until the shadows overcome themselves
in your glow, in your glow
well we're never going to work
- we'll be millionaires, as well
our prenuptial agreement shall state:
that each will get the other's.
And the mansion that they build for us
in hell, will be technically heaven
due to something involved, with zoning
laws - an error on the devil's part. Oh,
but we won't
move in.
We'll be gone - over
open seas, far gone.
We'll tie three sheets
together for a sail,
and you'll lie out naked
on the deck
in the sun.
Now let's drink
to all the reasons
that we can't
fail.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
splashsplashsplash
I never mind you skimming me
to find the places to delve deep
my surfaces are there for you
to skip across with sidearm toss
until your smooth flat stone finds cause
to slow its path, some eddy swirls
and fascinates with gravity -
I'll pull you in with something,
girl
to find the places to delve deep
my surfaces are there for you
to skip across with sidearm toss
until your smooth flat stone finds cause
to slow its path, some eddy swirls
and fascinates with gravity -
I'll pull you in with something,
girl
Monday, December 20, 2010
lady miss monstress
she ate the girl next door
and moved in the week before
and then prior to that I saw her
more and more around downtown
she kept trying to catch my eye
and when she did, the shiver ran
straight up my spine, into my mouth
I coughed, and spat it out
it shook, and
died.
and moved in the week before
and then prior to that I saw her
more and more around downtown
she kept trying to catch my eye
and when she did, the shiver ran
straight up my spine, into my mouth
I coughed, and spat it out
it shook, and
died.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
seasonal affective disorder blues
my body does that stupid thing
where it gets sad without the sun
I'm waiting on the solstice, now
dot dot dot dot
...days, get long
where it gets sad without the sun
I'm waiting on the solstice, now
dot dot dot dot
...days, get long
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
kit
I would have put you together
oh,
just exactly like this:
how you fit
where your lines and your curves converge
and your opposite surfaces merge
sliding up and down together into
this pretty little
urge
why,
if I had assembled you from a kit
that I myself had ordered out of a catalog
you could not possibly be any better a fit
for what I need
or for
my eyes, or
my fates and destinies, for
what I would have envisioned
if I tried.
Unfortunately - I didn't.
You came complete, as-is
straight off the line
and into my life. And I
had no part
in putting you together
so perfect, such art
I must concede
your virtues and faults
though they are just as I'd have chosen - had
I chosen - they
are not due to me.
I can't take credit for you
who I only managed to stumble onto
absolutely by chance
and snare
and I don't know why
but I kind of care
because you
are so perfect
for me, and I never knew it. You came true
where I never wished.
When you deserve
a lifetime of me wishing
and picturing, waiting for you -
to lead up to this
oh,
just exactly like this:
how you fit
where your lines and your curves converge
and your opposite surfaces merge
sliding up and down together into
this pretty little
urge
why,
if I had assembled you from a kit
that I myself had ordered out of a catalog
you could not possibly be any better a fit
for what I need
or for
my eyes, or
my fates and destinies, for
what I would have envisioned
if I tried.
Unfortunately - I didn't.
You came complete, as-is
straight off the line
and into my life. And I
had no part
in putting you together
so perfect, such art
I must concede
your virtues and faults
though they are just as I'd have chosen - had
I chosen - they
are not due to me.
I can't take credit for you
who I only managed to stumble onto
absolutely by chance
and snare
and I don't know why
but I kind of care
because you
are so perfect
for me, and I never knew it. You came true
where I never wished.
When you deserve
a lifetime of me wishing
and picturing, waiting for you -
to lead up to this
a girl named E
her name was an Epiphany
in fact, that was her name
that's what her mother named her.
She said that it just came to her
and no one could explain
in fact, that was her name
that's what her mother named her.
She said that it just came to her
and no one could explain
supply
you
are
an
endless supply
of the best
there is.
You're an endless supply
of what life should have been
from the moment of born
and through each moment since.
You're exactly what we all lost faith in -
now, I'm re-convinced.
I was right all along! - kind of,
sort of, I was. Here you
come along now to prove
everything does have a purpose
and point
you won't ever deny
you won't run out on me -
you're an endless supply
are
an
endless supply
of the best
there is.
You're an endless supply
of what life should have been
from the moment of born
and through each moment since.
You're exactly what we all lost faith in -
now, I'm re-convinced.
I was right all along! - kind of,
sort of, I was. Here you
come along now to prove
everything does have a purpose
and point
you won't ever deny
you won't run out on me -
you're an endless supply
wide
my increasingly-dizzy intellect
has been open
to poke, to engulf,
to inspect,
every perfect and imperfect
theory and thought -
I don't know, if I could
close it now,
or if I ought
has been open
to poke, to engulf,
to inspect,
every perfect and imperfect
theory and thought -
I don't know, if I could
close it now,
or if I ought
Sunday, December 12, 2010
with fingers crossed
you and me is
a bet
I refuse to hedge.
If it comes in,
I am set for life
punch my ticket I am gone
like a lottery recipient
If it doesn't
then
there never was a chance
for me to be as happy
as I now
finally
know
I can be.
a bet
I refuse to hedge.
If it comes in,
I am set for life
punch my ticket I am gone
like a lottery recipient
If it doesn't
then
there never was a chance
for me to be as happy
as I now
finally
know
I can be.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
by no stretch
this world is finite,
but, I'll bet -
we can fill it with the infinite.
- and it will fit
but, I'll bet -
we can fill it with the infinite.
- and it will fit
spout
The hand-soap dispenser
hair-trigger, spat out
a jet-force shot - splurt
off the palm of my hand
and now I've got an eyeful:
in the mirror, I can see my shirt and tie,
stained with a wet, pearly pink ribbon
of sanitizing, chemical-scented jism
curling and dripping. So: maybe
I pulled the lever too fast.
But come on.
They
really
need to look
at re-angling
that
spout.
hair-trigger, spat out
a jet-force shot - splurt
off the palm of my hand
and now I've got an eyeful:
in the mirror, I can see my shirt and tie,
stained with a wet, pearly pink ribbon
of sanitizing, chemical-scented jism
curling and dripping. So: maybe
I pulled the lever too fast.
But come on.
They
really
need to look
at re-angling
that
spout.
Monday, December 06, 2010
the fist
from now on
anyone who fucks with me
gets this
(holds up fist)
from now on,
this is my answer.
People talk and talk about how
"violence doesn't solve anything," but
it is a fact that violence
has not solved much. In terms of problems. But
it is a fact that violence
is rarely given a chance
to solve a problem! Most problems -
violence is never given the chance
to solve them.
How is that fair? To judge violence
and to give it a poor grade
for problem-solving
on problems it was never given a chance to solve?
from now on,
this is my answer.
the fist
anyone who fucks with me
gets this
(holds up fist)
from now on,
this is my answer.
People talk and talk about how
"violence doesn't solve anything," but
it is a fact that violence
has not solved much. In terms of problems. But
it is a fact that violence
is rarely given a chance
to solve a problem! Most problems -
violence is never given the chance
to solve them.
How is that fair? To judge violence
and to give it a poor grade
for problem-solving
on problems it was never given a chance to solve?
from now on,
this is my answer.
the fist
Sunday, December 05, 2010
my twin
If I was twins
then I would have something
that no one could take away
unless I died. Or he died.
Or she.
But where would my twin be?
would my twin be back there, or
here, where I've chosen to live?
I guess
my life would be totally different, if
I had a twin. Studies would show that we
would both have become firemen
by coincidence
or she would have become
a firewoman. Or I would have
but given all that
I guess I am glad that I was not born
a twin. Yet still
it sometimes seems unfair
that I was the one with the chance to live - that he
or she
wasn't given.
then I would have something
that no one could take away
unless I died. Or he died.
Or she.
But where would my twin be?
would my twin be back there, or
here, where I've chosen to live?
I guess
my life would be totally different, if
I had a twin. Studies would show that we
would both have become firemen
by coincidence
or she would have become
a firewoman. Or I would have
but given all that
I guess I am glad that I was not born
a twin. Yet still
it sometimes seems unfair
that I was the one with the chance to live - that he
or she
wasn't given.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
forward
I want to write a book with you,
so we could have our way with words
and find new ways to keep the rules
improved by our exceptions, blurred
by lines so straight and clear, we'd draw
- then back, erase, and fill in black
with sketching chalk, and charcoal,
all chiaroscuro - bright as fact
and dark as fiction, intertwined
we'd work and weave our way
straight through.
'til story leaves the book behind
we've always had one plot
in mind
so we could have our way with words
and find new ways to keep the rules
improved by our exceptions, blurred
by lines so straight and clear, we'd draw
- then back, erase, and fill in black
with sketching chalk, and charcoal,
all chiaroscuro - bright as fact
and dark as fiction, intertwined
we'd work and weave our way
straight through.
'til story leaves the book behind
we've always had one plot
in mind
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
flexible plans
There wasn't much left when our train took off
we had two valid tickets, non-refundable, two cups
of hot, sweet coffee (black) and: two full bags
jammed cozy, snug covered by our jackets on hooks,
between your favorite magazines and my self-imposed books,
plus a couple of rags (like the Wall Street Journal, and
the free fun times weekly of the city we're about to leave)
- packed inside the tall narrow closet of our passenger compartment,
behind a flimsy lock on the inside of a sliding door,
set in a long drab-carpeted corridor
that was all pulling off,
accelerating away
You looked back to me, smiled and said:
"Let's stay!"
we had two valid tickets, non-refundable, two cups
of hot, sweet coffee (black) and: two full bags
jammed cozy, snug covered by our jackets on hooks,
between your favorite magazines and my self-imposed books,
plus a couple of rags (like the Wall Street Journal, and
the free fun times weekly of the city we're about to leave)
- packed inside the tall narrow closet of our passenger compartment,
behind a flimsy lock on the inside of a sliding door,
set in a long drab-carpeted corridor
that was all pulling off,
accelerating away
You looked back to me, smiled and said:
"Let's stay!"
the memory of demons
my demons are strong,
and they've learned to live on
they have learned to move on,
and to live without me
they've gone out in the world
I will see them sometimes
but they're not in my life
the way you used to be
when we chased them for fun
and we caught every one
we wrung each one for every drop
of its juice
when we'll see one, sometimes -
it will shriek and fly off!
they remember us well,
from those years of abuse.
and they've learned to live on
they have learned to move on,
and to live without me
they've gone out in the world
I will see them sometimes
but they're not in my life
the way you used to be
when we chased them for fun
and we caught every one
we wrung each one for every drop
of its juice
when we'll see one, sometimes -
it will shriek and fly off!
they remember us well,
from those years of abuse.
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