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Friday, April 29, 2011

the glass in half

you are such
an activist
optimist
you won't settle for: any less
than the best
hypothetical
case

and you say
if it doesn't live up, then potential's a waste

people fill
an empty glass up to half, then they use it for
a personality graph - it's a metaphor, hey
but when the question is asked,
well you don't hesitate - you just laugh,
you cut the glass in half

then it's full!
there ain't no "glass half-empty" with you
you cut the glass in half
then it's full!
if expectation doesn't fit, you can cut it in two

you are such
an iron-fist
idealist
you won't tolerate: falling short
of the mark
you'll recalibrate, though
if you can't meet the goal,
you just cut in half - call it "whole"
you cut the glass in half.

then it's full!
there ain't no "glass half-empty" with you
you cut the glass in half
then it's full!
if expectation doesn't fit, you can cut it in two
then it's full!
baby, I am half a fool for you
you cut the glass in half
then it's full!
it's not the way you look at it, so much as what you do

no more playing round! With the sunny-side / flip-side
tear those gray shades down
and call both sides bright
well it could be black or white - except you can't see black
there's no point in admitting the lack, just
cut the glass in half

then it's full!
there ain't no "glass half-empty" with you
you cut the glass in half
then it's full!
if expectation doesn't fit, you can cut it in two
then it's full!
baby, I am half a fool for you
you cut the glass in half
then it's full!
it's not the way you look at it, so much as what you do

I think of you often and sometimes

I think of you often
and sometimes,
naked

I think of you often
and sometimes,
I smile

I think of you often
and sometimes,
I can't

my mind isn't here, anymore
it's gone miles

occupy

people fit into each others' lives
and fill each others' evenings up and
plan together days, and then eventually
fall years behind

they stretch back blind, into a haze
horizons forward seemed so clear!
but where was it we've been?

oh, dear

a horror 2

it's out there, still
it hasn't moved. It's fallen
silent
watching close

it knows we know it hasn't left

it knows we know it's here
it knows

This mad, sadistic vigil
could go on
and on
drag over night
it's fallen silent: watching close

for any sign of movement, life -
and all the garden's little mites
and bugs and moths have fallen still
unmoving, twitching not a scale
antenna straight, clenched mandible
and compound eyes stare horrified
wings out, head bowed, defensively
they can't take their eyes off the thing
they cannot see it cannot see
the dark sinks in
devours all.

It's lying still.
its stillness lied
as if I'd move a muscle, now
as if I'd get up, look outside!

I'm going to just give up - give up
I need some sleep

tonight

somehow

pretend it isn't even there

this thing is right outside the house

a horror

there's weird wind
and scraping sounds, from all
around the house

and in the garden, now
- it's just
as if the weeds

were whispering "hush"
the crickets heed
- and every single living thing

is stopped,
and silent: listening
until the what it was
is through

and finished with us

Thursday, April 28, 2011

no lullaby.

with you, here
gone
beyond reasonable waking
unavailable, remote -
I'm going to just have to lullaby myself. I must
dive, crash,
and gather in the twigs and straw of my eggless nest
around me like loose comforter stuffing, bury my head
so that the stars and wisps of ghost clouds can close in
and - invisible - wend me on their dark ways
towards morning.

It's not a race, but
I bet I wake up first. And I'll
have coffee for you, ready
to compare dreams. But yours
will be best.

as usual

name tag

Cathy,
I love you
I've let you down
I know that you hate
being called that name!
and still I deliberately began
- I won't say it again,
yes, I'll say it again! I will:

I love you
I've let you down.
I know every better way to begin!
and yet I began like that
is it too late to take it back?
Dear Catherine

I love to destroy the world

I enjoy destroying the world
especially the part where
everyone's like "why?" and
I have no real answer for that
so I

destroy the world, I
destroy the world, because

I love to destroy the world
it gives such a nice, clean feeling.
Like destroying the world,
after that first
big, cleansing spring rain!

ah,

can you smell the air?

What a beautiful day, I guess
the world, on a day like today
could almost get a free pass.

keenness

Beauty's brightness, keenness comes
from knowing: soon enough, too soon -
too late! The thing you saw and knew
in every part of you was true?
It's gone.

It's gone.
Before your very wondering eyes, and in the instant
that you ask yourself, "How can a thing this good be
in this world?"

It isn't.

old together

Every time I run into you,
it reminds me
how I thought we'd grow old together

well guess what,

it's
happening anyhow

Godlike height

From godlike height, I'm bound
to look down and admit,
I too would love
to fall

for it.

haiku roll

sushi: haiku food
meaning packed into small forms
bursting with delight

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

"Believe You're In Love?" EARLIER DRAFT

oh no, you
you're not sure.
You know how you feel -
you just don't know how you should.
And so you're left
self-confused
You should try this test,
there's nothing to lose. Just

Think of one name
(the one you're thinking of)
and use it to complete
a three-word sentence that starts:
"I love..."
then say it out loud
just give it all that you've got
say it with some meaning -
say it with some feeling -
- does it make you happy, or not?

'cause you can't believe you're in love
if you're not in love. No, you can't
believe you're in love if you're not
in love.

It's as simple as that.
An easy read.
Don't try to trick yourself!
You'll only succeed.
There's a million things,
to complicate -
but they're not what you wanted to know,
and they can all wait. Just

Think of one thing
- and do you want it the most?
If it isn't worth it, then no
you don't deserve it
go. Let it go. Let it go!
Just let that thought sink in.
Does it hurt worse than death?
- then maybe reconsider
what you need to give, or admit
you don't know best

'cause you can't believe you're in love
if you're not in love. No, you can't
believe you're in love if you're not
in love.

You can't believe you're in love
if you're not in love. No you can't
believe you're in love

If you're not in love.

Monday, April 25, 2011

sketchy

I just saw a guy
samurai topknot
barefoot pigeontoes
overalls.

He walked right in front
of my car, in the crosswalk

He had one of those
John Lennon Army jackets

His hair was like a big, greasy hat
- one of those floppy, formless ones
that people keep their hair under.
Only his hair had taken over - right up
to that top-knot pom pom

He had a round face
like John Belushi
as a Macy's Parade
balloon

or maybe, it was the topknot
that made me think of Belushi

man

I can't even remember what that skit was about
just him fucking shit up with that sword

Saturday, April 23, 2011

said so

I made a remark about your eyes
they're remarkable
I thought for a moment about your charms
they're considerable
it's possible I could love you, you know
you're so
lovable

I'd hate to think what could tear us apart
but it isn't unthinkable, though

you never know.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

telling slips

"It's important to be an alcoholic,

if you're honest with yourself"

it isn't what I meant
that matters. In your eyes, I
could be perfect! one of those guys
with a real problem, but heartbreakingly
aware of it, and scathingly self-
articulate

perfect
just the thing
to torture yourself with
and over for years. Darling,

your life could be like writing a novel
one of those
really painful novels
that you love. "Fiction memoir," like
that one guy who got excoriated,
who you always rise to defend.

Skip to the chase, shall we? We know -
both of us know!

I'm no good for either one of us. But

oh,

I'm perfect for you.

You said so.

"At Least It's True"

When your heart fell out
of your chest, this morning
it hit the street, shattered
and the rain came down and
washed the blood off
all the pieces you'd hide -
but you fell to your knees
with your fists
in your eyes

the truth hurts
but at least it's true
the truth hurts - but
at least it's true, you know
it hurts
but at least it's true
you've got to pick those pieces up
and put them back into you

and you know they won't fit
quite the way that they used to
with quite a few missing
and the rest out of order
you try to laugh off
all the pieces you lost
but it hurts when you laugh
when you cry
when you cough

the truth hurts
but at least it's true
the truth hurts - but
at least it's true, you know
it hurts
but at least it's true
there's no use lying to yourself,
you're not so easy to fool, no
no

~ guitar solo ~

what your eyes saw
made you cover your mouth, but
you shook your head, bit your tongue
hoping you'd wake up
pried your eyes off - closed them tighter than tight
but the truth
had already crept in
to the light

the truth hurts
but at least it's true
the truth hurts - but
at least it's true, you know
it hurts
but at least it's true
there's no use lying to yourself,
you can't be fooled by a fool,
no

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

I got invited to a party and I didn't come

I got invited to a party and I didn't come. I
didn't know the people. It
seemed too much like spam, somehow
they think they can buy my bon mots and joi de vivre
with a note taped to the door "Hey, neighbor!
Please don't call the cops"?
Well sorry, I just

I won't attend. Those
are false pretenses

Wait, what? barbecue?

No. No amount of barbecue
or your blaring reggae band
will entice me over
on this beautiful Sunday

for more than a few minutes.

Friday, April 01, 2011

stuff of dreams

my dreams have all turned to dust
which is quite miraculous, because
initially, they hadn't any substance whatsoever

if I could analyze this dust
and find out of what stuff it's made
the highest scientific minds would find me
oh, so clever