Between us, we leave a bullet-riddled breeze
shot through with holes by edgewise words
and afterthoughts, in tangents wrought
like filigrees.
Enlaced upon the surface of
a cake we bought, a cake
we neither have nor eat.
One can't have cake
in metaphors.
Just icing. But let's eat
a thought, instead.
Here, you try mine
- I just want yours.
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 30, 2016
"Crush On Everyone"
You've been floating on a prayer, on a
wing and a swear word
You're an angel on a greeting card,
hiding some wisecrack inside
And everyone you meet is smitten instantly -
who could hang the blame on you for
liking what you see?
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
but you're only in love with you
Everytime you turn around, you're
surrounded by onlookers
I admire at a distance, as they
jockey for positions, baby
They eat your every gesture,
super-sweet bon bon
You can't help but let your self
go on and on and on and on
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
but you're only in love with you
Every one is so convinced that they
must be your soul mate, and
you sincerely really think that there's
only one person for you
- Well I bet that you've met that person
every morning
smiling through the tooth paste making
goo goo eyes right back at you
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
but you're only in love with you
wing and a swear word
You're an angel on a greeting card,
hiding some wisecrack inside
And everyone you meet is smitten instantly -
who could hang the blame on you for
liking what you see?
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
but you're only in love with you
Everytime you turn around, you're
surrounded by onlookers
I admire at a distance, as they
jockey for positions, baby
They eat your every gesture,
super-sweet bon bon
You can't help but let your self
go on and on and on and on
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
but you're only in love with you
Every one is so convinced that they
must be your soul mate, and
you sincerely really think that there's
only one person for you
- Well I bet that you've met that person
every morning
smiling through the tooth paste making
goo goo eyes right back at you
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
You've got a crush on everyone
but you're only in love with you
Monday, December 26, 2016
Against you
Against you,
I can not prevail.
Against myself,
at least I have
a fighting chance.
Can we team up?
against myself
I'll help you make
the battle plans
I can not prevail.
Against myself,
at least I have
a fighting chance.
Can we team up?
against myself
I'll help you make
the battle plans
Friday, December 23, 2016
more pictures of you
I find myself wishing there were
more pictures of you
from when we were together.
But I guess we were busy - which
is good? Isn't it? Or
We expected there would be time
later, maybe. It didn't
seem urgent. Live life, right?
That's what it's there for, and sure
we did our share. Documentation
is not as important, or wasn't. Now,
though, I kind of wish I had more proof
that we were not wasting our time.
more pictures of you
from when we were together.
But I guess we were busy - which
is good? Isn't it? Or
We expected there would be time
later, maybe. It didn't
seem urgent. Live life, right?
That's what it's there for, and sure
we did our share. Documentation
is not as important, or wasn't. Now,
though, I kind of wish I had more proof
that we were not wasting our time.
room
You bring peace to me, in person
or voice or memory. You know the right parts
of all I know, and leave me
with endlessness to go.
or voice or memory. You know the right parts
of all I know, and leave me
with endlessness to go.
Saturday, December 17, 2016
"So You"
A whole two times in a row,
I have somehow managed to put you in words,
so to speak, and adequately (or did the word
"perfectly"
occur?? you said it, not me!). So now
I'm like a gleeful little shit at the science fair,
so pleased
at the ribbon for his clichéd
papier mâché volcano! No,
it could be the best feeling in the world
at the moment, to try pretty hard
to put something
that means something, into words
effortlessly
- to try and succeed! by the way
- about someone you think is anyway
brilliant.
And you
you said:
"That is so me"
, meaning you.
Of course,
when you're not sure
and you're not confident, but
you feel a strong feeling towards
the meaning you're trying to get to, or get
across - and then they tell you!
"Nailed it!"
Damn that was courageous! Right? And
From now on,
encouraged thus,
the risk will be run
of me taking more
and greater, unwarranted,
increasingly reckless risks
and flights, or anyway, leaps
of attempted description of you. Which
is not easy to do, even without the handicap
of this gigantic vanity with which
you've saddled me. Until finally,
inevitably, at some point you'll be "like
Um, dude
You keep getting further and further off
on these. Come back to earth man, ground
control to asshole:
Return to base,
please"
I have somehow managed to put you in words,
so to speak, and adequately (or did the word
"perfectly"
occur?? you said it, not me!). So now
I'm like a gleeful little shit at the science fair,
so pleased
at the ribbon for his clichéd
papier mâché volcano! No,
it could be the best feeling in the world
at the moment, to try pretty hard
to put something
that means something, into words
effortlessly
- to try and succeed! by the way
- about someone you think is anyway
brilliant.
And you
you said:
"That is so me"
, meaning you.
Of course,
when you're not sure
and you're not confident, but
you feel a strong feeling towards
the meaning you're trying to get to, or get
across - and then they tell you!
"Nailed it!"
Damn that was courageous! Right? And
From now on,
encouraged thus,
the risk will be run
of me taking more
and greater, unwarranted,
increasingly reckless risks
and flights, or anyway, leaps
of attempted description of you. Which
is not easy to do, even without the handicap
of this gigantic vanity with which
you've saddled me. Until finally,
inevitably, at some point you'll be "like
Um, dude
You keep getting further and further off
on these. Come back to earth man, ground
control to asshole:
Return to base,
please"
Friday, December 16, 2016
a few clowns short of a nightmare
it was one of those naked
presentation dreams
you sometimes get
at work, or school but this time
in clownface. Butt naked otherwise,
and let me tell you nobody
noticed or commented. I find it
kind of insulting
how weak in impact my nightmares
always are
am I so jaded by
daytime life? Tsunami rides
in, I stare it down then bodysurf it
to 14th street. Abducted by aliens?
It was all a dream! In the dream,
I mean. It was all a dream in
the dream.
That's absurd. And when a half-decent,
legit dangerous, potentially panic
-inducing scenario starts, before you know
it morphs into a movie, or a tv show
and all I am is watching.
When I wake up, there's no sense
of relief, or reprieve from
pains. Just garish
pillowcase makeup stains
presentation dreams
you sometimes get
at work, or school but this time
in clownface. Butt naked otherwise,
and let me tell you nobody
noticed or commented. I find it
kind of insulting
how weak in impact my nightmares
always are
am I so jaded by
daytime life? Tsunami rides
in, I stare it down then bodysurf it
to 14th street. Abducted by aliens?
It was all a dream! In the dream,
I mean. It was all a dream in
the dream.
That's absurd. And when a half-decent,
legit dangerous, potentially panic
-inducing scenario starts, before you know
it morphs into a movie, or a tv show
and all I am is watching.
When I wake up, there's no sense
of relief, or reprieve from
pains. Just garish
pillowcase makeup stains
a few clowns short of a nightmare (original draft)
sorry. That's all I got.
The concept's too freaky to proceed with
Some "poem"
The concept's too freaky to proceed with
Some "poem"
"some snowflake"
Some snowflake you are
ten stories wide and gigantically
descending to crush this gingerbread city
englobed in glass, special
and unique, like the end of every world
always is. In some higher dimension,
the lovely cataclysm you bring
will be stocked, shelved and sold,
a commemorative paperweight
in a tchotchke shoppe. They will lift
and shake it up, but reenactment
can't cancel the event. You drift,
special and unique, uniquely,
simply every single one of you
different, crashing down, crushing
delightfully, implacably you,
as usual.
ten stories wide and gigantically
descending to crush this gingerbread city
englobed in glass, special
and unique, like the end of every world
always is. In some higher dimension,
the lovely cataclysm you bring
will be stocked, shelved and sold,
a commemorative paperweight
in a tchotchke shoppe. They will lift
and shake it up, but reenactment
can't cancel the event. You drift,
special and unique, uniquely,
simply every single one of you
different, crashing down, crushing
delightfully, implacably you,
as usual.
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