our skin is one surface
slick with one sweat
sharing breath and
one mind,
soaking in yes
there is only one creature,
here: and we
are its creators
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?
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
The Two Readers
Absorbed in a chapter
passed back and forth, laughter
and reading in plummy tones,
like narrators,
We advance the tale
trading turns, stealing
glances at whoever is
up, it is not a game
it is serious. This is some
kind of story we've got
between us
passed back and forth, laughter
and reading in plummy tones,
like narrators,
We advance the tale
trading turns, stealing
glances at whoever is
up, it is not a game
it is serious. This is some
kind of story we've got
between us
someone else's weather
I love your rain,
your sun your fall
your snow, your
whatever the hell it is
that's going on. Where you are
I love your
there. I can just about imagine
Under abstract skies
of blue, gray,
green? Hey - what if your weather
is orange? Lustrous gold,
cerise, blue red
blue,
cornflower? What if the weather
by you, where you are, is
a riotous profusion
of colours never found or seen
in nature? At least, not in those
configurations: the rain
rains down purple and soft, glowing
grey! The clouds deep, bold hues
of green shading in
to everything seen
in peacock feathers? The snow,
maybe no. Maybe no snow, but just imagine
the hues, if so.
But no.
The problem with someone else's weather
is, you can picture it, but you'll never
see it.
Ever
your sun your fall
your snow, your
whatever the hell it is
that's going on. Where you are
I love your
there. I can just about imagine
Under abstract skies
of blue, gray,
green? Hey - what if your weather
is orange? Lustrous gold,
cerise, blue red
blue,
cornflower? What if the weather
by you, where you are, is
a riotous profusion
of colours never found or seen
in nature? At least, not in those
configurations: the rain
rains down purple and soft, glowing
grey! The clouds deep, bold hues
of green shading in
to everything seen
in peacock feathers? The snow,
maybe no. Maybe no snow, but just imagine
the hues, if so.
But no.
The problem with someone else's weather
is, you can picture it, but you'll never
see it.
Ever
Initialize
I don't feel like carving a living tree
is something I'd do to show love. A living rock, sure!
Which would take so much more
It's not that I'm morally opposed to such things. Or if I am,
it's not that I can make that case. It's more
a case of a gesture not occurring to me
except - well, when explained, or pointed out,
it occurs to me. But a thing to appreciate, not
to do. It doesn't occur to me. The most outlandish things
can seem perfectly natural, once you notice
everyone's done them. And you just do them, unthinkingly,
but for some reason I never do. Other people
do, naturally. They seem to have. It
makes sense to me, once pointed out.
For whatever romantic reason, sometimes
you realize you've got a bit of a blind spot
when it comes to traditions, observances
generally known, held, performed - it's not
that you're not romantic. Or I'm
not. I've seen
such tokens carved
into bark and been quite touched,
it is something to see, just
not a natural gesture for me, to take a knife -
Sweet as they are, those carved hearts,
- if it did cross my mind, and I had a knife,
what would I do with all the world
poised on the edge of that blade, in the twist of your name
and mine, with an arithmetic so simple it could only
appear in one shape?
What would it take, to sacrifice
carve you and I into life
for all to see,
in some poor tree
is something I'd do to show love. A living rock, sure!
Which would take so much more
It's not that I'm morally opposed to such things. Or if I am,
it's not that I can make that case. It's more
a case of a gesture not occurring to me
except - well, when explained, or pointed out,
it occurs to me. But a thing to appreciate, not
to do. It doesn't occur to me. The most outlandish things
can seem perfectly natural, once you notice
everyone's done them. And you just do them, unthinkingly,
but for some reason I never do. Other people
do, naturally. They seem to have. It
makes sense to me, once pointed out.
For whatever romantic reason, sometimes
you realize you've got a bit of a blind spot
when it comes to traditions, observances
generally known, held, performed - it's not
that you're not romantic. Or I'm
not. I've seen
such tokens carved
into bark and been quite touched,
it is something to see, just
not a natural gesture for me, to take a knife -
Sweet as they are, those carved hearts,
- if it did cross my mind, and I had a knife,
what would I do with all the world
poised on the edge of that blade, in the twist of your name
and mine, with an arithmetic so simple it could only
appear in one shape?
What would it take, to sacrifice
carve you and I into life
for all to see,
in some poor tree
looks left unsaid
remember that look you gave to me?
I want to give it back
that look
that time
for forty minutes straight
at the coffee shop? The look
like you weren't hungry, and
you'd eaten me alive
and maybe that was why
I want to give it back
that look
that time
for forty minutes straight
at the coffee shop? The look
like you weren't hungry, and
you'd eaten me alive
and maybe that was why
less than 3
don't tell me
just help me, see
I've never been, I've never been
one two three, set in steps of stone
I've never been,
one to be
leaving, believing
it's true
I've never been one to be
leaving, and
I still believe I still
believe
in you.
And I
know
all I need is one
for you to care what I need, two: you
to think you could be good
for me, not for me
but for you, and
three
to believe
in what we can do
just help me, see
I've never been, I've never been
one two three, set in steps of stone
I've never been,
one to be
leaving, believing
it's true
I've never been one to be
leaving, and
I still believe I still
believe
in you.
And I
know
all I need is one
for you to care what I need, two: you
to think you could be good
for me, not for me
but for you, and
three
to believe
in what we can do
Monday, October 30, 2017
remonstrance
Yes, you remember correctly! Or if you do not,
we share the same invented memory,
and
I wish I hadn't thought of that.
How much
of our experience has been recovered between us?
from things that never happened, but that sounded
so true
that they had to be believed? And cherished,
and treasured -
The details
so sharp, shared
received, instantly
believed
Yes! I remember
it so well, it was like
yesterday,
this.
As one talked, the other listened,
and the story wove in close.
the two of us gathered in suspense, exploring whatever
to remember next
amnesiac ghosts, conjuring lives
worth this haunting
we share the same invented memory,
and
I wish I hadn't thought of that.
How much
of our experience has been recovered between us?
from things that never happened, but that sounded
so true
that they had to be believed? And cherished,
and treasured -
The details
so sharp, shared
received, instantly
believed
Yes! I remember
it so well, it was like
yesterday,
this.
As one talked, the other listened,
and the story wove in close.
the two of us gathered in suspense, exploring whatever
to remember next
amnesiac ghosts, conjuring lives
worth this haunting
too close and yet too far
if you ever want to touch,
you have to move past too close.
touching's so much farther in
than too close ever gets to go
too close for comfort
or to call
will keep you at arm's length,
that's all.
if that's as close as you can get?
you'll have to keep your distance, pet.
but
if you never want to touch, it's easy
or, easy enough.
you have to move past too close.
touching's so much farther in
than too close ever gets to go
too close for comfort
or to call
will keep you at arm's length,
that's all.
if that's as close as you can get?
you'll have to keep your distance, pet.
but
if you never want to touch, it's easy
or, easy enough.
caper flick
you like a magician, like
a museum thief, stealing in and everything
my life has been.
implicit in complicity,
treating it all just as if -
these halls hung thick with counterfeits
and forgeries, masterfully done
just as masterfully
gone
leaving blanks on the walls
for none to see
in the shapes of paintings
and in the morning, I was left
to sound the alarm. But who would come?
I called
you. Asking why, how
You showed up, insouciant
as usual,
I let you in
Your eyes innocent as thieves,
cast about disinterestedly
as if to say "You must never
question me on this, you know"
The next day,
everything stolen
was replaced with an original.
And between us, we seem
to have agreed
to let it go
a museum thief, stealing in and everything
my life has been.
implicit in complicity,
treating it all just as if -
these halls hung thick with counterfeits
and forgeries, masterfully done
just as masterfully
gone
leaving blanks on the walls
for none to see
in the shapes of paintings
and in the morning, I was left
to sound the alarm. But who would come?
I called
you. Asking why, how
You showed up, insouciant
as usual,
I let you in
Your eyes innocent as thieves,
cast about disinterestedly
as if to say "You must never
question me on this, you know"
The next day,
everything stolen
was replaced with an original.
And between us, we seem
to have agreed
to let it go
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
the end of you
I don't want to be
the end of you
the wreck of you
the rocks upon which
you are crashed, and sundered,
spoiled, and bled. I did not cast my nets
to tangle your fins and gills, you
sea-monster, you
creature of depths
and reach,
I'd as soon have said - Lord! I wish
that I'd stayed on the beach,
or had not looked down - that I'd missed my chance
to glimpse what I can't comprehend, what I now
love best
- that you'd only passed under,
undreamt, unguessed,
So that I could just once more catch
my breath
I cannot
see the end of you even yet
and I never want to. I cannot
forget,
I never wanted to
be the end of you
the end of you
the wreck of you
the rocks upon which
you are crashed, and sundered,
spoiled, and bled. I did not cast my nets
to tangle your fins and gills, you
sea-monster, you
creature of depths
and reach,
I'd as soon have said - Lord! I wish
that I'd stayed on the beach,
or had not looked down - that I'd missed my chance
to glimpse what I can't comprehend, what I now
love best
- that you'd only passed under,
undreamt, unguessed,
So that I could just once more catch
my breath
I cannot
see the end of you even yet
and I never want to. I cannot
forget,
I never wanted to
be the end of you
yes purpose
we were made to suffer pain
the sweetness as the pleasure fades
into the ache of absent joy
malevolent design
oh boy!
the sweetness as the pleasure fades
into the ache of absent joy
malevolent design
oh boy!
sharpest knives
It is for ourselves
that we save our sharpest knives,
it is for ourselves that we sharpen them.
We've got to please stop, someone stop us - no.
Nobody can.
Most of the time, nobody can
even see what we've done. Most of the time,
they're doing it to themselves, as bad
or worse, so keen - you would think it's fun
It isn't fun.
Take an open letter to everyone
with sharpest knives for their poor self.
Their own poor me.
You've got to stop.
I've got to stop
your killing me.
The world is not
the one who has
to
see.
that we save our sharpest knives,
it is for ourselves that we sharpen them.
We've got to please stop, someone stop us - no.
Nobody can.
Most of the time, nobody can
even see what we've done. Most of the time,
they're doing it to themselves, as bad
or worse, so keen - you would think it's fun
It isn't fun.
Take an open letter to everyone
with sharpest knives for their poor self.
Their own poor me.
You've got to stop.
I've got to stop
your killing me.
The world is not
the one who has
to
see.
serial connoisseur
I collect one bottle of wine at a time.
I appreciate one
bottle of wine
at a time.
I drink one bottle of wine at a time.
And it's fine,
fine. fine
I appreciate one
bottle of wine
at a time.
I drink one bottle of wine at a time.
And it's fine,
fine. fine
Subjectivity crisis
"The force of your voice of authority's
starting to wear on me mightily,
dear," She said, and quite rightly,
too. Perhaps. I should probably not speak
so forcefully, especially when
it's so clear
it's true. Forgive me, acushla
for the lapse.
starting to wear on me mightily,
dear," She said, and quite rightly,
too. Perhaps. I should probably not speak
so forcefully, especially when
it's so clear
it's true. Forgive me, acushla
for the lapse.
worth the lasting
Cherish your love. Not just you - I mean
everybody: Be as true
as you can, for yourself
and to others,
and for God's sake
if you can find someone good
in this world,
to love and to be true to - don't
miss the chance, and don't throw it away
lightly. This world
is going to tear every one of us apart.
Many things can make us strong enough
to last
through it, at least for a while. But
only one thing
can make the lasting worth it.
At least for a while,
it's your chance:
for everything to be worth
however long it lasts.
everybody: Be as true
as you can, for yourself
and to others,
and for God's sake
if you can find someone good
in this world,
to love and to be true to - don't
miss the chance, and don't throw it away
lightly. This world
is going to tear every one of us apart.
Many things can make us strong enough
to last
through it, at least for a while. But
only one thing
can make the lasting worth it.
At least for a while,
it's your chance:
for everything to be worth
however long it lasts.
upside ground
The worst part about life is -
how soon
we are all going to die.
Don't fret -
it will be not very soon,
you will
have plenty of time
to cry.
how soon
we are all going to die.
Don't fret -
it will be not very soon,
you will
have plenty of time
to cry.
Nude worms
on animal nudity -
I think it's safe to say "albeit,
there are
some troubling social issues
being raised." To wit, are nude animals
being exploited for unnatural purposes? And
what can be done about it? As a pioneer
taking the lead on this issue if I may, as I do
I'd suggest we start with an examination of the less-furry
ones. The fur situation
makes the nudity of furred animals considerably less urgent
a question. Second:
who are these perverts, precisely
exploiting animal nudity? Can we be sure it is
for unnatural purposes? And how do they do it
precisely? Does it matter?
I think we can say: answer with some confidence, provided
the answers are kept in confidence. For public consumption,
though, I will say: A lot depends
on the animal. And it does.
I suggest our most prudent step, then
leave it alone. Just moonwalk out of there. Nobody
wants
to open up this particular can of worms. Nude worms
I think it's safe to say "albeit,
there are
some troubling social issues
being raised." To wit, are nude animals
being exploited for unnatural purposes? And
what can be done about it? As a pioneer
taking the lead on this issue if I may, as I do
I'd suggest we start with an examination of the less-furry
ones. The fur situation
makes the nudity of furred animals considerably less urgent
a question. Second:
who are these perverts, precisely
exploiting animal nudity? Can we be sure it is
for unnatural purposes? And how do they do it
precisely? Does it matter?
I think we can say: answer with some confidence, provided
the answers are kept in confidence. For public consumption,
though, I will say: A lot depends
on the animal. And it does.
I suggest our most prudent step, then
leave it alone. Just moonwalk out of there. Nobody
wants
to open up this particular can of worms. Nude worms
HINT HINT
I'm not much good
at catching hints, myself. But I say, try this:
get yourself a grey t-shirt
with the words "HINT HINT" on it
in mint green 100-pt font (all caps).
Slip that on, whenever I've been
oblivious, and
(I swear)
whatever the hint may have been,
I'll ask
at catching hints, myself. But I say, try this:
get yourself a grey t-shirt
with the words "HINT HINT" on it
in mint green 100-pt font (all caps).
Slip that on, whenever I've been
oblivious, and
(I swear)
whatever the hint may have been,
I'll ask
on the inside line
I attack on the inside line. If I am
countered, it is because
my opponent
has demonstrated presence
of mind:
present, embodied in a unity
of thought and form,
mindful of purpose,
but unmindful
of intent - a body,
a motion unwilled,
catch and redirect,
undirected,
explosive and instantaneous
proceeding from stillness.
and I am blocked. When I am blocked,
I do not react in the moment,
but in the moment before
In this way, I may have already won the fight.
A fight is an earnest conversation
between two whose love for each other
is marred only by their imperfection
in being able to perfectly express it,
we are perfect in mind but unable
to perfectly connect every time - meaning
turned aside, rolled away from, dodged,
ducked - persistence
is the key
to making one's meaning connect.
persistence, and the willingness to accept
that one's own circle
may ultimately be the one
that collapses
countered, it is because
my opponent
has demonstrated presence
of mind:
present, embodied in a unity
of thought and form,
mindful of purpose,
but unmindful
of intent - a body,
a motion unwilled,
catch and redirect,
undirected,
explosive and instantaneous
proceeding from stillness.
and I am blocked. When I am blocked,
I do not react in the moment,
but in the moment before
In this way, I may have already won the fight.
A fight is an earnest conversation
between two whose love for each other
is marred only by their imperfection
in being able to perfectly express it,
we are perfect in mind but unable
to perfectly connect every time - meaning
turned aside, rolled away from, dodged,
ducked - persistence
is the key
to making one's meaning connect.
persistence, and the willingness to accept
that one's own circle
may ultimately be the one
that collapses
gather
Woman, I just want to
gather you up in my arms.
You're so
fun
in me-specific ways, Or
no wait, I guess
that I shouldn't say
"I just want to,"
because honestly, I also want
you
to gather me up in your legs.
gather you up in my arms.
You're so
fun
in me-specific ways, Or
no wait, I guess
that I shouldn't say
"I just want to,"
because honestly, I also want
you
to gather me up in your legs.
*dramatic sigh*
dramatic sigh, o tragic flaw
- such things to love,
and miss them all. the eyes
have seen, the mind has known,
the heart has held. the bird
has flown
- an empty cage, but beautiful.
in case of love, you must let go.
You must set free,
you must let fly
- to prove it's true.
dramatic sigh
- such things to love,
and miss them all. the eyes
have seen, the mind has known,
the heart has held. the bird
has flown
- an empty cage, but beautiful.
in case of love, you must let go.
You must set free,
you must let fly
- to prove it's true.
dramatic sigh
Monday, October 23, 2017
lightning love
So bright, so white, so right
so strong - then the thunder comes
this lightning love just means a storm
- and it's coming on
Can't break for cover,
can't make home
- we know well enough
where this lightning love
is coming from
I love the earth after the rain
I want to dance it back again
take all the world and wash it clean
It just takes you (and me, I mean)
I love those dark and looming skies
I see them gather in your eyes,
I know just what will bring them clear
It just takes you, and me, and here
So bright, so white, so right
so strong - then the thunder comes
this lightning love just means a storm
- and it's coming on
Can't break for cover,
can't make home
- we know well enough
where this lightning love
is coming from
so strong - then the thunder comes
this lightning love just means a storm
- and it's coming on
Can't break for cover,
can't make home
- we know well enough
where this lightning love
is coming from
I love the earth after the rain
I want to dance it back again
take all the world and wash it clean
It just takes you (and me, I mean)
I love those dark and looming skies
I see them gather in your eyes,
I know just what will bring them clear
It just takes you, and me, and here
So bright, so white, so right
so strong - then the thunder comes
this lightning love just means a storm
- and it's coming on
Can't break for cover,
can't make home
- we know well enough
where this lightning love
is coming from
the wunderkind
I am outside. In the garden, I am
on top of my game, thinking
with an ice cold beer and equal amounts
of sun, air, and shade. I am made
out of fun and numbers; My brain
is math that can't add or subtract, except once
extrapolated in to an infinite distance,
on formulae worked out in sweat
and by inches,
then
suddenly
all less than / greater than signs
halve,
and snap shut to equals:
two hovering bars,
one above the other
- wait.
I just realized: is that symbol an "equals"
because the top bar
and the bottom bar
are both equal? Each equal? The same length? DUMB
Signs
at that level
should be wholly abstract, meaningless, or
meaning only just what
we say, because
we say so. Because we
say they do. Whereas I
as a matter of fact,
am through
with math.
At least for this afternoon.
It's unaesthetic
on top of my game, thinking
with an ice cold beer and equal amounts
of sun, air, and shade. I am made
out of fun and numbers; My brain
is math that can't add or subtract, except once
extrapolated in to an infinite distance,
on formulae worked out in sweat
and by inches,
then
suddenly
all less than / greater than signs
halve,
and snap shut to equals:
two hovering bars,
one above the other
- wait.
I just realized: is that symbol an "equals"
because the top bar
and the bottom bar
are both equal? Each equal? The same length? DUMB
Signs
at that level
should be wholly abstract, meaningless, or
meaning only just what
we say, because
we say so. Because we
say they do. Whereas I
as a matter of fact,
am through
with math.
At least for this afternoon.
It's unaesthetic
Sunday, October 22, 2017
sublimation maybe
there are certain numbers of fantasies
I am not prepared to divulge to you
and none of them are even sexual
believe that, babe?
I believe it, too
the one where I am in a band
and playing some disgusting joint
where you show up, with all your friends
and you don't recognize me, no
until that point -
I play that song
you said you loved
"this is beautiful"
"this is a song you make love to"
then
your eyes get wide,
and lips get full,
Or
my pants keep fucking falling off!
right up on stage!
the effort costs
me some dignity,
to haul things up.
It's a legal concern - the show's "all age"!
and the show was free
There's a certain number of fantasies
that I'm not prepared to divulge to you
and none of them are really sexual
well okay maybe, one
or two
I am not prepared to divulge to you
and none of them are even sexual
believe that, babe?
I believe it, too
the one where I am in a band
and playing some disgusting joint
where you show up, with all your friends
and you don't recognize me, no
until that point -
I play that song
you said you loved
"this is beautiful"
"this is a song you make love to"
then
your eyes get wide,
and lips get full,
Or
my pants keep fucking falling off!
right up on stage!
the effort costs
me some dignity,
to haul things up.
It's a legal concern - the show's "all age"!
and the show was free
There's a certain number of fantasies
that I'm not prepared to divulge to you
and none of them are really sexual
well okay maybe, one
or two
Love is a declaration of war
Change coming round, when soon turns now
Light coming down, but dark down here
When I close my eyes I can see you clear
I can see all we need to win, so near
Decision is all that we need to make
And I have made more than enough to share
but it's going to take you to dip in, too
Do you want what this is? What I see? I swear,
one promise from you will take us there
You will never get lost on the way to me
If you know where you want to be, come fast
if I know that you're on your way, I am free
It isn't a test to grade or pass
It isn't a game to win or score
It isn't a show or a fantasy:
Love is a declaration of war,
against all opposed
to you and me.
Light coming down, but dark down here
When I close my eyes I can see you clear
I can see all we need to win, so near
Decision is all that we need to make
And I have made more than enough to share
but it's going to take you to dip in, too
Do you want what this is? What I see? I swear,
one promise from you will take us there
You will never get lost on the way to me
If you know where you want to be, come fast
if I know that you're on your way, I am free
It isn't a test to grade or pass
It isn't a game to win or score
It isn't a show or a fantasy:
Love is a declaration of war,
against all opposed
to you and me.
In Charge of Naming Battleships
if I were in charge of naming battleships
and other such contrivances
I'd give them names not like The Constitution
or The Independence
I'd give them names like
The Diversion, or
the
The Extravaganza.
This is not because I believe that warfare today
is some sham, some shame, some bread and circus
con, some ratings game, no. It is because I believe
the battleship has little to no place
in modern naval warfare.
and other such contrivances
I'd give them names not like The Constitution
or The Independence
I'd give them names like
The Diversion, or
the
The Extravaganza.
This is not because I believe that warfare today
is some sham, some shame, some bread and circus
con, some ratings game, no. It is because I believe
the battleship has little to no place
in modern naval warfare.
Never give up on you
So
How long's it
been anyway? I know
last time we talked, it had
been awhile. And I told you
then, or I meant to - there
was no way I was going to
let you go. Unless you went.
Even then, you'd know
that I'd let you go,
but I'd never
give up.
You have meant so much
to me, that I can't.
You would always be able
to just reach out,
and I'd be there. Not waiting,
not mad, just happy to hear
your voice - no slant,
no suspect intent,
no petulant pout.
No misgivings to take,
no mistakings to give,
just an outgoing greeting,
with a cheery tone.
And if you leave a message,
I would call back so quick
you would think I was sitting here,
all alone.
Which I wasn't, of course! It was just
when you called, I got nervous and flushed,
and worried as well. Is there some
kind of crisis, some life at stake?
It takes me a minute to know
what to say, in case all
is well.
How long's it
been anyway? I know
last time we talked, it had
been awhile. And I told you
then, or I meant to - there
was no way I was going to
let you go. Unless you went.
Even then, you'd know
that I'd let you go,
but I'd never
give up.
You have meant so much
to me, that I can't.
You would always be able
to just reach out,
and I'd be there. Not waiting,
not mad, just happy to hear
your voice - no slant,
no suspect intent,
no petulant pout.
No misgivings to take,
no mistakings to give,
just an outgoing greeting,
with a cheery tone.
And if you leave a message,
I would call back so quick
you would think I was sitting here,
all alone.
Which I wasn't, of course! It was just
when you called, I got nervous and flushed,
and worried as well. Is there some
kind of crisis, some life at stake?
It takes me a minute to know
what to say, in case all
is well.
brotherly love
I was hanging out
with my brother, walking
the beach and plumbing
deep depths of things,
chain-smoking
after a good number of gins
with bitter lemon. As always,
he talked about some girl
and I gave him all my unused advice
to do with you.
It was futile, but nice. Later
we did what we always
do.
with my brother, walking
the beach and plumbing
deep depths of things,
chain-smoking
after a good number of gins
with bitter lemon. As always,
he talked about some girl
and I gave him all my unused advice
to do with you.
It was futile, but nice. Later
we did what we always
do.
Far as fantasies
As far as fantasies go, all fantasies are
shadows of some real thing.
And you
have a million lit candles -
tiny bright stars,
peeking through some rough cloth.
By the curtain of imagination's night
you stand revealed
in a million lights,
your shadow split by a million stars
as you dance in the glow
of what you are
'til you cast it off.
shadows of some real thing.
And you
have a million lit candles -
tiny bright stars,
peeking through some rough cloth.
By the curtain of imagination's night
you stand revealed
in a million lights,
your shadow split by a million stars
as you dance in the glow
of what you are
'til you cast it off.
once more breached
I love the broken plod
and teeth-clench
grueling step by step way
this makes sense.
Life
is for someone else
to ask questions about. To me,
it's as obvious as everything
I've always been so oblivious to,
and just as important to act as if
you were quite aware about things
like this. Which is not
so much. Oh, it sometimes
is! Or we'll think it
was.
Suddenly,
some blunt, hard point
breaks in, tearing fabric and pushed
into widening cracks, into part
of your mind, and
it realizes.
Or something does
and teeth-clench
grueling step by step way
this makes sense.
Life
is for someone else
to ask questions about. To me,
it's as obvious as everything
I've always been so oblivious to,
and just as important to act as if
you were quite aware about things
like this. Which is not
so much. Oh, it sometimes
is! Or we'll think it
was.
Suddenly,
some blunt, hard point
breaks in, tearing fabric and pushed
into widening cracks, into part
of your mind, and
it realizes.
Or something does
wingspan
wandering seabird,
holding in place
over seas and seas
carried up and away
over seas and seas,
straying far inland
the horizons recede
and retreat for days
as she lays her advance
upon sleeping wing,
barely motionless
while the twilights pass
and the stars change guard
over seas and seas
see her wandering far
as if instinct leads
over rippled glass,
blown in coloured sun
I have not begun,
though I felt the call
like a dot, a speck
craning neck, squint eye
with a hand to shade,
I can see you fly
on your pilgrimage -
as I scan the sky,
you will never fall.
and sometimes I wish
I could ride those rills
in the piercing air,
let my eye take fill
of unrolling lands
and devour the world
with wing and care
other times, though, I think
I would rather keep place
set for you to come in,
once you've lapped the race,
and slake your thirst
and renew your strength,
rest your head and dream
of inconsequence.
And if I were a place
where your instinct led,
that your homing called home,
over seas and seas
I would wait on wings
with your empty place set
calm and ready for you,
and for everything.
you can only stay up
so long, godspeed
you will come to berth,
after trackless trek -
stretch your arms so wide,
little albatross,
and wrap your wingspan
around my neck
holding in place
over seas and seas
carried up and away
over seas and seas,
straying far inland
the horizons recede
and retreat for days
as she lays her advance
upon sleeping wing,
barely motionless
while the twilights pass
and the stars change guard
over seas and seas
see her wandering far
as if instinct leads
over rippled glass,
blown in coloured sun
I have not begun,
though I felt the call
like a dot, a speck
craning neck, squint eye
with a hand to shade,
I can see you fly
on your pilgrimage -
as I scan the sky,
you will never fall.
and sometimes I wish
I could ride those rills
in the piercing air,
let my eye take fill
of unrolling lands
and devour the world
with wing and care
other times, though, I think
I would rather keep place
set for you to come in,
once you've lapped the race,
and slake your thirst
and renew your strength,
rest your head and dream
of inconsequence.
And if I were a place
where your instinct led,
that your homing called home,
over seas and seas
I would wait on wings
with your empty place set
calm and ready for you,
and for everything.
you can only stay up
so long, godspeed
you will come to berth,
after trackless trek -
stretch your arms so wide,
little albatross,
and wrap your wingspan
around my neck
confusing note from a friend
If I had you to confuse,
to remember from life
instead of what's left
after all the almost,
I would say:
What you miss most about me
is how we'd walk through uncut fields on paths
that would part always to let us pass, then close
behind us to leave no trace,
in the long and the sharp and the flowing grass,
and our legs would bear welts, all the ways
to the beach,
where we'd salve them
with sun-baking sand and spray.
And for days
uncounted, more or less
like these,
we would build up from life blessed memories.
Until one day,
that's all.
We would have no more.
You'd be left with a note
and a glass
to pour.
to remember from life
instead of what's left
after all the almost,
I would say:
What you miss most about me
is how we'd walk through uncut fields on paths
that would part always to let us pass, then close
behind us to leave no trace,
in the long and the sharp and the flowing grass,
and our legs would bear welts, all the ways
to the beach,
where we'd salve them
with sun-baking sand and spray.
And for days
uncounted, more or less
like these,
we would build up from life blessed memories.
Until one day,
that's all.
We would have no more.
You'd be left with a note
and a glass
to pour.
Saturday, October 21, 2017
"body to break"
using my body to break your fall, using
my body to break your fall, using my
body to break your fall
oh gladly, I
would give my all,
if I could just get underfoot
of you
just in time, to save you the trip
and truly you'd see me
with shining eyes,
in gratitude,
oh gladly, I
would be using my body to break your fall, using
my body to break your fall, using my
body to break your fall
oh let yourself go -
I will take it all,
if you're using my body to break your fall, using
my body to break your fall, if anything
slips, I will catch it all - if anything
breaks, I will fix it all
oh, gladly I
would leap to assist,
I would lead you astray
just to show you this,
I would misplace your ride
just to pick you up,
and race all the way
through a breach of trust,
we'd be
using my body to break your fall, using
my body to break your fall, using my
body to break your fall
oh let yourself go - have you let yourself
go?
You can let yourself go,
I will take it all
my body to break your fall, using my
body to break your fall
oh gladly, I
would give my all,
if I could just get underfoot
of you
just in time, to save you the trip
and truly you'd see me
with shining eyes,
in gratitude,
oh gladly, I
would be using my body to break your fall, using
my body to break your fall, using my
body to break your fall
oh let yourself go -
I will take it all,
if you're using my body to break your fall, using
my body to break your fall, if anything
slips, I will catch it all - if anything
breaks, I will fix it all
oh, gladly I
would leap to assist,
I would lead you astray
just to show you this,
I would misplace your ride
just to pick you up,
and race all the way
through a breach of trust,
we'd be
using my body to break your fall, using
my body to break your fall, using my
body to break your fall
oh let yourself go - have you let yourself
go?
You can let yourself go,
I will take it all
viscous cycles
I slept all day.
And then I made it out,
and then I made it home
through the rain,
pedaled hard, through sorghum molasses, and
I made it in. And I fell
asleep
in my arms,
in my legs, and my
everywhere
at once
but my brain. And I've been here,
since
thinking long, not hard,
lying still, and awake
to all that I've missed,
and to every decision
I marred, or made. Or failed
to begin.
To have made them all,
well I realize now
- but it didn't occur,
then
I just never thought -
and I'm lying, still.
And I think I'm caught.
There's a box
that is issued at every birth,
to every one, and only so much life
can be fit in. I did
what I could, to sneak
more than one share
Too busy to notice decisions
I missed -
I made without making,
without a care -
I am brought to this. All my fault, it seems.
Well,
As long as I'm here,
eventually,
I will have my dreams.
I am lying still.
And then I made it out,
and then I made it home
through the rain,
pedaled hard, through sorghum molasses, and
I made it in. And I fell
asleep
in my arms,
in my legs, and my
everywhere
at once
but my brain. And I've been here,
since
thinking long, not hard,
lying still, and awake
to all that I've missed,
and to every decision
I marred, or made. Or failed
to begin.
To have made them all,
well I realize now
- but it didn't occur,
then
I just never thought -
and I'm lying, still.
And I think I'm caught.
There's a box
that is issued at every birth,
to every one, and only so much life
can be fit in. I did
what I could, to sneak
more than one share
Too busy to notice decisions
I missed -
I made without making,
without a care -
I am brought to this. All my fault, it seems.
Well,
As long as I'm here,
eventually,
I will have my dreams.
I am lying still.
ode to tonia - a lament
oh tonia, when you left me
tonia p., tonia p.
my followers dropped down
from twenty to nineteen
tonia p., tonia p.
my followers dropped down
from twenty to nineteen
with flutes
You so lovely. You're also
a unique pillar in my reality.
Not the kind of pillar
that holds up a massive weight
of marble. The kind of pillar
that stands out in the open,
and holds up the sky
a unique pillar in my reality.
Not the kind of pillar
that holds up a massive weight
of marble. The kind of pillar
that stands out in the open,
and holds up the sky
greater than whole
You are very much not
"a piece." You are more
like - at the very least -
the entire puzzle.
And a very well put-together puzzle
at that! Not assembled by me,
as a matter of fact. Perhaps
you just came from the box that way
- just a few pieces loose, from the ship
and the slide
of the trip
from the fun and games
factory.
Or maybe
you assembled yourself
in the dark, on the way - just to see
what the picture would be.
"a piece." You are more
like - at the very least -
the entire puzzle.
And a very well put-together puzzle
at that! Not assembled by me,
as a matter of fact. Perhaps
you just came from the box that way
- just a few pieces loose, from the ship
and the slide
of the trip
from the fun and games
factory.
Or maybe
you assembled yourself
in the dark, on the way - just to see
what the picture would be.
"How to alone is Easy, beautiful"
How do you alone? It's easy!
You don't think so but look. Around you
The alone life
can be beautiful with no one. Surprise!
Sometime you other people. We all do
Other times, yes. It can lonely you
when you say "hi" No one is around.
Do what you want!
Alone, no one is telling you.
You will never run out of drinks. You are the only one
drinking them. Drink them all! Eat
everything you want in the bath
- even naked! Who will see?
You're hiding! Alone
is a fun game
to play
who is winning
You don't think so but look. Around you
The alone life
can be beautiful with no one. Surprise!
Sometime you other people. We all do
Other times, yes. It can lonely you
when you say "hi" No one is around.
Do what you want!
Alone, no one is telling you.
You will never run out of drinks. You are the only one
drinking them. Drink them all! Eat
everything you want in the bath
- even naked! Who will see?
You're hiding! Alone
is a fun game
to play
who is winning
in the scheme of things
I fit in
like the massive, irregular block
of concrete with the old iron pole
jutting up from it, who knows
what it was for
or going to be for, it is off
to one side, in the unmown grass
and dandelions, away
from the gathering when it was
noticed.
As the cookout progresses, people drift over
there, to talk with each other, sat
on the bare concrete, taking their shoes off,
letting their toes swim in the weeds
and wildflowers. At one point
somebody looks at the old hollow iron pole
gestures to it
asks "What was this?
Was it going to be part
of a building or something
?"
But
you always see those poles
cut in half, or rusted, jutting out
of big concrete blocks of an irregular,
congealed-oatmeal shape and nobody
seems to have a ready-made explanation
for them.
as to what they were. Or were going to be,
So yes. That is my place. mysterious,
a bit off to the side, somewhat useful
as a conversation piece, perhaps
Seemingly desolate
and abandoned, yet somehow,
homey.
Welcoming, nonjudgmental.
Anyone who has wished can sit on my verge
and gesture wonderingly at my pole! Metaphorically,
I mean.
Yet ultimately:
what was I? Was I part of a building, or
something?
Was I going to be?
like the massive, irregular block
of concrete with the old iron pole
jutting up from it, who knows
what it was for
or going to be for, it is off
to one side, in the unmown grass
and dandelions, away
from the gathering when it was
noticed.
As the cookout progresses, people drift over
there, to talk with each other, sat
on the bare concrete, taking their shoes off,
letting their toes swim in the weeds
and wildflowers. At one point
somebody looks at the old hollow iron pole
gestures to it
asks "What was this?
Was it going to be part
of a building or something
?"
But
you always see those poles
cut in half, or rusted, jutting out
of big concrete blocks of an irregular,
congealed-oatmeal shape and nobody
seems to have a ready-made explanation
for them.
as to what they were. Or were going to be,
So yes. That is my place. mysterious,
a bit off to the side, somewhat useful
as a conversation piece, perhaps
Seemingly desolate
and abandoned, yet somehow,
homey.
Welcoming, nonjudgmental.
Anyone who has wished can sit on my verge
and gesture wonderingly at my pole! Metaphorically,
I mean.
Yet ultimately:
what was I? Was I part of a building, or
something?
Was I going to be?
dream recovery by way of magpie attack
you are sweeter than anything smells or tastes
and you look like a dream
I have once every night, but forget
when I wake,
Until some glimpse of you
brings it back, with a sense
of deja vu
As you hit
me, full-force like the feathered touch
of a wing from a bird
who has struck my skull
- on the stars that I see, I make showersful
of wishes,
concussed
from a mind made whole
and you look like a dream
I have once every night, but forget
when I wake,
Until some glimpse of you
brings it back, with a sense
of deja vu
As you hit
me, full-force like the feathered touch
of a wing from a bird
who has struck my skull
- on the stars that I see, I make showersful
of wishes,
concussed
from a mind made whole
Friday, October 20, 2017
Today's message:
The numerical correspondences have always been there
and they don't signify whatsoever. It's just
a case of once you begin noticing
coincidences with a keener than usual interest,
they start popping up constantly, no
Nobody's out to get you, no one
has encoded messages or threats
into the fabric of the universe,
destiny is NOT slowly weaving its sensor-web
around to get you dancing
in the best of all destined directions, sadly
no.
Numbers are just
fucking idiot blocks
whose nature it is to combine
in ways that can be made to correspond,
especially if you start arithmetically manipulating
them! CALM DOWN, GROW UP and don't
worry about it.
There are no angels working for the NSA
arguing on your behalf that you should be
"brought in"
to the team, there is not
a flotilla of alien business-ships hiding
in the Van Allen belt waiting way longer than they thought,
grousing "WHY
doesn't he or she seem to be getting the MESSAGE?" NO. GROW
UP. Stand down
Calm down, and await
tomorrow's message.
and they don't signify whatsoever. It's just
a case of once you begin noticing
coincidences with a keener than usual interest,
they start popping up constantly, no
Nobody's out to get you, no one
has encoded messages or threats
into the fabric of the universe,
destiny is NOT slowly weaving its sensor-web
around to get you dancing
in the best of all destined directions, sadly
no.
Numbers are just
fucking idiot blocks
whose nature it is to combine
in ways that can be made to correspond,
especially if you start arithmetically manipulating
them! CALM DOWN, GROW UP and don't
worry about it.
There are no angels working for the NSA
arguing on your behalf that you should be
"brought in"
to the team, there is not
a flotilla of alien business-ships hiding
in the Van Allen belt waiting way longer than they thought,
grousing "WHY
doesn't he or she seem to be getting the MESSAGE?" NO. GROW
UP. Stand down
Calm down, and await
tomorrow's message.
Sunday, October 15, 2017
suddenly, I realized
it wasn't that we broke up for no reason
after all that time, so much as that we
had been together for no reason
for all that time.
after all that time, so much as that we
had been together for no reason
for all that time.
Saturday, October 14, 2017
downcast
perspective, proportion are easy to keep
introducing to situations
that don't need them.
Keep stepping back, considering all
- you will lose your chance
to lose yourself
in anything worth the fall,
with your eyes on the ground
as you watch your step.
off the top of your head,
don't you ever get?
A sense of things
coming together, but only
if both have enough of a sense
of abandon
A sense of wide skies
through which two specks
plummet
in different directions,
at random
- meeting -
and they are the only thing
in this whole wide world
of evening
one of them easily
could have been you,
as the other streaks off
downcast
into deepening blue
introducing to situations
that don't need them.
Keep stepping back, considering all
- you will lose your chance
to lose yourself
in anything worth the fall,
with your eyes on the ground
as you watch your step.
off the top of your head,
don't you ever get?
A sense of things
coming together, but only
if both have enough of a sense
of abandon
A sense of wide skies
through which two specks
plummet
in different directions,
at random
- meeting -
and they are the only thing
in this whole wide world
of evening
one of them easily
could have been you,
as the other streaks off
downcast
into deepening blue
Friday, October 13, 2017
doomsday scenario, like we need another one
These remarks
approach the theoretical limit of obtuseness. It's like
you squeezed
all the awareness and progress made
over the past 30 years into a single, mathematical
point of infinite density. This is blockheadedness
on a cosmic, spacetime reality-puncturing scale.
The real danger exists
that if the antisense singularity you've formed in your head
remains stable,
everything will be sucked into it.
approach the theoretical limit of obtuseness. It's like
you squeezed
all the awareness and progress made
over the past 30 years into a single, mathematical
point of infinite density. This is blockheadedness
on a cosmic, spacetime reality-puncturing scale.
The real danger exists
that if the antisense singularity you've formed in your head
remains stable,
everything will be sucked into it.
proofs withheld
I hope we never fight, but I expect we will:
You don't think you're beautiful.
I'll restrict myself to cool,
detached observation
and impartial facts. Have
you ever seen your eyes? Probably,
I'd have to guess. Mirror
in the morning, grimacing
through toothpaste foam
and scrutinizing
for such flaws as can be
dealt with out-of-hand
at home, in morning ritual,
before the rush of day
comes on. If I could be there,
taking notes I'm sure I'd point out
all the ways you lean and dart
and fuss, and you'd concede,
"oh yes. I am
adorable, aren't I? Objectively
speaking."
I'd be forced to agree, but
you'd probably protest: "But not beautiful,
though." Infuriatingly enough, if
anyone else said it! Fighting words,
but ok. You have every right,
Even standing ready to face the world,
marvelously sheveled, a credit to any street
you stroll! And beautiful as all. Still
You don't think you're beautiful.
You have every right to be wrong.
I'll do my best to shut up. It would be
a pretty dumb thing to fight about. Just
know this:
I have proof.
You don't think you're beautiful.
I'll restrict myself to cool,
detached observation
and impartial facts. Have
you ever seen your eyes? Probably,
I'd have to guess. Mirror
in the morning, grimacing
through toothpaste foam
and scrutinizing
for such flaws as can be
dealt with out-of-hand
at home, in morning ritual,
before the rush of day
comes on. If I could be there,
taking notes I'm sure I'd point out
all the ways you lean and dart
and fuss, and you'd concede,
"oh yes. I am
adorable, aren't I? Objectively
speaking."
I'd be forced to agree, but
you'd probably protest: "But not beautiful,
though." Infuriatingly enough, if
anyone else said it! Fighting words,
but ok. You have every right,
Even standing ready to face the world,
marvelously sheveled, a credit to any street
you stroll! And beautiful as all. Still
You don't think you're beautiful.
You have every right to be wrong.
I'll do my best to shut up. It would be
a pretty dumb thing to fight about. Just
know this:
I have proof.
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
the workshop
Time renders sense into memory, and
destroys the evidence
for us, so that we
in our turn, can open up
loveliest nostalgia
unhindered by contradiction,
irritations sifted through,
forgotten, fallen away to sawdust, the sieve
retains what is beautiful
to build worlds within it
which we can never inhabit, but
flatter ourselves
that we could have, once.
As pastimes go, it's harmless enough
and understandable. There is a need,
as all around us, in life we see
little enough evidence
of what kind of present this now will be,
after memory takes its chance to work
using all of its skills and tricks,
and turning it into a gift:
Always and only yours,
belatedly
destroys the evidence
for us, so that we
in our turn, can open up
loveliest nostalgia
unhindered by contradiction,
irritations sifted through,
forgotten, fallen away to sawdust, the sieve
retains what is beautiful
to build worlds within it
which we can never inhabit, but
flatter ourselves
that we could have, once.
As pastimes go, it's harmless enough
and understandable. There is a need,
as all around us, in life we see
little enough evidence
of what kind of present this now will be,
after memory takes its chance to work
using all of its skills and tricks,
and turning it into a gift:
Always and only yours,
belatedly
The minotaur is winning
The maze has changed
in groans and growls
its corridors wind up
and out
in spaces that
were never there
before
the walls closed in
the air
is hot and dense
and dry like death, and still
as too-long bated breath, until
in pain, you draw it back
into your lungs
all fade to black
in groans and growls
its corridors wind up
and out
in spaces that
were never there
before
the walls closed in
the air
is hot and dense
and dry like death, and still
as too-long bated breath, until
in pain, you draw it back
into your lungs
all fade to black
course of study
how perfect for you,
photography
teaching you chemicals
, you - the acolyte, shut in
darkness, finding the lost alchemist arts,
the development of an image, captured
- literally, stealing the soul
of whatever your f-stop's darting eye
winked at, as the light bounced off with it
images
inform the mind, by feeding on souls
cloned and grown from light
That's sci-fi mephistopheles stuff right there
photography?
or rather, it used to be. It is,
of course
maybe all digital, now.
That might even be apropos
Study is, after all, supposed
to prepare you for life,
not nostalgia.
Unless one studies
deliberately to be
a historian, an archivist, haunting
hallways of evidence, an anthropologist
amongst other things:
studying primitive attitudes
that others can only
pretend to live
photography
teaching you chemicals
, you - the acolyte, shut in
darkness, finding the lost alchemist arts,
the development of an image, captured
- literally, stealing the soul
of whatever your f-stop's darting eye
winked at, as the light bounced off with it
images
inform the mind, by feeding on souls
cloned and grown from light
That's sci-fi mephistopheles stuff right there
photography?
or rather, it used to be. It is,
of course
maybe all digital, now.
That might even be apropos
Study is, after all, supposed
to prepare you for life,
not nostalgia.
Unless one studies
deliberately to be
a historian, an archivist, haunting
hallways of evidence, an anthropologist
amongst other things:
studying primitive attitudes
that others can only
pretend to live
the big deal
I want to make a big deal
of my feelings for you. They are
so cool! I enjoy them very
much. My feelings for you are
like, love, fondness, admiration,
affection, amusement, curiosity,
devotion, wonder, wistfulness, occasionally
regret, or maybe nostalgia rather, or
heart-lifting sorrow. Also a sense
that maybe my feelings for you
are a bit dramatically overdone, but
that it's okay, it's nothing chosen
or deliberate, really, just something
to appreciate, maybe chuckle at a
bit, a thing to give in to, feel from time
to time to time, one's own ridiculous
-ness, it is no big deal.
of my feelings for you. They are
so cool! I enjoy them very
much. My feelings for you are
like, love, fondness, admiration,
affection, amusement, curiosity,
devotion, wonder, wistfulness, occasionally
regret, or maybe nostalgia rather, or
heart-lifting sorrow. Also a sense
that maybe my feelings for you
are a bit dramatically overdone, but
that it's okay, it's nothing chosen
or deliberate, really, just something
to appreciate, maybe chuckle at a
bit, a thing to give in to, feel from time
to time to time, one's own ridiculous
-ness, it is no big deal.
Past Julie
Past you loves you
and wants you to be happy. She
may not understand everything you do, or
everything you're into, but she knows
that you've seen things she hasn't,
and that in your place, she'd
probably
do the same thing.
She doesn't want to restrict
and imprison you, any more
than you want to restrict
and imprison your future
self.
"Set free your future self, Julie!"
That's what she'd say to you
if she had the chance.
Ok, yeah
she also thinks you're a bit of a dork
but weren't we all such smug little
shits in those days?
and wants you to be happy. She
may not understand everything you do, or
everything you're into, but she knows
that you've seen things she hasn't,
and that in your place, she'd
probably
do the same thing.
She doesn't want to restrict
and imprison you, any more
than you want to restrict
and imprison your future
self.
"Set free your future self, Julie!"
That's what she'd say to you
if she had the chance.
Ok, yeah
she also thinks you're a bit of a dork
but weren't we all such smug little
shits in those days?
Sunday, October 08, 2017
missing wish
I wish you deepening roots to draw lengthening strength,
nights of soft rain in plenitude,
with clouds chased by dawn,
and nourishing rays all day for as many days
as it takes for you to feel whole,
and healed,
and created anew.
nights of soft rain in plenitude,
with clouds chased by dawn,
and nourishing rays all day for as many days
as it takes for you to feel whole,
and healed,
and created anew.
Tuesday, October 03, 2017
The people demand
Things aren't like we want them to be.
The people we pay aren't doing their
jobs, and our discontent is about to
click. They should long since have fixed
what we're mad about. It isn't our job
to think of how. It isn't our job to
know the facts, to connect them up
and in consequence, be able to guess
which plan is best.
Our job is to live
our lives as such,
in a reasonable state
without too much fuss.
To wake and to work
and to muddle through,
without all this hassle and hullabaloo.
It's not what we do, to mess with plans.
It's out of our hands, by design and choice.
We pay all those people
to be our voice! To act on behalf
and leave us be! They're supposed to think,
and decide and guess!
Can't they even do that? It's disgusting
We
have been forced to this.
To take action, stand and demand outrage,
and to call for change
from the people we pay. They had better
come through. We want it now,
like we always do.
The people we pay aren't doing their
jobs, and our discontent is about to
click. They should long since have fixed
what we're mad about. It isn't our job
to think of how. It isn't our job to
know the facts, to connect them up
and in consequence, be able to guess
which plan is best.
Our job is to live
our lives as such,
in a reasonable state
without too much fuss.
To wake and to work
and to muddle through,
without all this hassle and hullabaloo.
It's not what we do, to mess with plans.
It's out of our hands, by design and choice.
We pay all those people
to be our voice! To act on behalf
and leave us be! They're supposed to think,
and decide and guess!
Can't they even do that? It's disgusting
We
have been forced to this.
To take action, stand and demand outrage,
and to call for change
from the people we pay. They had better
come through. We want it now,
like we always do.
remain absent
For a moment just then, I inhabited the world again.
I think it was the wind. Standing out on
the mediocre hill by the spillway, I came to myself.
I have always been stuck in the Now. Never more present
than absent. But without notice, I seemed to have passed
out of it. I stood there, noticing.
There didn't seem to be any choice.
I will stub out my smoke, and go back in. I have
missed the wind
I think it was the wind. Standing out on
the mediocre hill by the spillway, I came to myself.
I have always been stuck in the Now. Never more present
than absent. But without notice, I seemed to have passed
out of it. I stood there, noticing.
There didn't seem to be any choice.
I will stub out my smoke, and go back in. I have
missed the wind
Monday, October 02, 2017
sempiternal and empyrean
Her nature elevates us all
on rising columns pedestal
in offering to lightning strikes
We gladly take the sacrifice
She comes from realms above beyond
and lingers here to point the way
we pile fragrant, oiled woods
and queue devoutly, day by day
awaiting our ecstatic turn
to join in an unchanging blaze
that burns our sacred faults to ash
as she stands back, intrigued, amazed
on rising columns pedestal
in offering to lightning strikes
We gladly take the sacrifice
She comes from realms above beyond
and lingers here to point the way
we pile fragrant, oiled woods
and queue devoutly, day by day
awaiting our ecstatic turn
to join in an unchanging blaze
that burns our sacred faults to ash
as she stands back, intrigued, amazed
Sunday, October 01, 2017
Here's what I'm not going to do
Here's what I'm not going to do:
take any of it back,
change how I feel,
apologize for how sorry
it makes me, take
one moment of life
and make it last forever,
mention any of it in the first place
take any of it back,
change how I feel,
apologize for how sorry
it makes me, take
one moment of life
and make it last forever,
mention any of it in the first place
self-fulfill
don't remember
to open up your heart
from what you found out
last time you went through this, it
wouldn't have been the last time, and
as it turns out, neither
would you. You couldn't prove any truer
but you try, try again and tell yourself
you like it this way. Yourself. The one who
tries.
Next time,
promise yourself something else. Promise
that next time
you will give up before and during,
not after and because of.
to open up your heart
from what you found out
last time you went through this, it
wouldn't have been the last time, and
as it turns out, neither
would you. You couldn't prove any truer
but you try, try again and tell yourself
you like it this way. Yourself. The one who
tries.
Next time,
promise yourself something else. Promise
that next time
you will give up before and during,
not after and because of.
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