A Pocketful Of Poesy

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364521912012-02-17T23:34:23.379-08:00A Pocketful Of PoesyAnd if that's the case, so be it.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.comBlogger12511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-33161888750333322692012-02-14T21:39:00.000-08:002012-02-14T21:39:00.705-08:00do without

we could do without all of the things we need if you could just get what you want from me and if I could just learn this one thing from you we could do without all of the things we knew

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-68499761161910948102012-02-14T20:44:00.000-08:002012-02-14T20:44:48.476-08:00patter & rapport

for my last trick, I will have played the previous song with my eyes closed almost entirely. If my mouth strayed too far from the microphone, I hope some kind hand gave my shoulder a shove. I couldn't have noticed. The moment took all my attention, yes even with eyes squeezed shut, it took all my attention and effort to keep from meeting your gaze, which would sure shut me up.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-37893608899859915972012-02-10T22:17:00.000-08:002012-02-14T23:01:41.791-08:00"the note"

guys if I should commit suicide It would not be the fault of the one I wrote I here call (and permanently) "BULL SHIT: on myself at the point (and it's so remote) (I hope) where I say I cannot go on" and I have to live on, but I can't: so I won't. call a halt. Call a toast: Out of all of the days since I'm born, if you are the person I name, on the note, you have blessed me most.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-53635995570840008342012-02-09T22:34:00.001-08:002012-02-09T22:34:38.989-08:00move right

whine whine whine like an ambulance, but no emergency just flashing lights his own mobile bad-mood discotheque, high-speed, cut you off on the way to a wreck

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-2194278240330957412012-02-09T21:34:00.001-08:002012-02-09T21:34:23.940-08:00countdown

I'm T-minus ten but I don't know when I'll be coming to earth where you said you would wait for I have been detained at a quarter to sane and my brain will keep stalling 'til it's too late

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-60742829523424361212012-02-09T21:34:00.000-08:002012-02-14T20:51:49.529-08:00time loss

you passed right through and over it it never touched you though it flailed and grasped you were far too quick and too high as well there was no 26th when I saw you last the day that you never had, I lived through but I feel as though I might have missed more than you

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-63878253152164295682012-02-09T21:23:00.000-08:002012-02-09T21:23:17.475-08:00birthright

my daddy stopped dancing when I was conceived and my mom had faith until I believed I walk straight through the world with a song to sing let this cute little tune ruin everything

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-88524675916103500302012-02-08T18:40:00.001-08:002012-02-08T18:40:33.589-08:00"coulrophilia"

your face drawn on with bold black lines then colored in with purest white outside, and brightest red within - and royal blue, around blue eyes so all the people too far back atop the furthest bleacher rows can see your face as you smile wide, and you go through your stunts and throws but in your throes, your sticky kisses leave such smears, streaked pinks and grays dear, you're a mess

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-35194808089741300822012-02-08T09:02:00.000-08:002012-02-08T09:02:21.575-08:00what if I told you

what if I told you in words that were so perfect that they betrayed every feeling I had for you to you not what I would want to say, or what I would want you to believe - but all of it, with everything bad! all my doubts, and my certainties: all the thoughts that scream, oh! God, hell, this could not work out anyway. it's too far to reach could it? What if I said all of it. All

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-19996263592856961942012-02-07T20:08:00.000-08:002012-02-07T21:26:31.445-08:00do proselytize

If I had to live in heaven forever, I would find a way to make it as much like earth as the materials would allow I am no Jehovah's Witness, but I have a certain sympathy for how they want the earth to go on forever, in place of Heaven, and call it The Kingdom. If I could only live forever, right here, as I've known it - and me in my body, as I've known it, why I'd need just one woman

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-22593176507278826732012-02-07T20:06:00.000-08:002012-02-07T20:06:05.781-08:00comfy

I wish to make good use of you to catch these scattered pieces up and stitch these half-lost half-lived bits into a crazy quilt that fits

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-1009200849122765562012-02-05T00:13:00.001-08:002012-02-06T23:32:20.634-08:00fishers

The wider one casts one's net, one gets all the fish too big to swim through the holes but we've each only got just so much rope. So, we know the bigger we weave, the more we let go

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-21273116491701855952012-02-03T23:48:00.000-08:002012-02-03T23:48:52.899-08:00A penance,

In atonement for all of the times I was right I should spend at least half of the rest of my life proving all of you people who doubt yourselves wrong for believing in me, when you knew I was strong but you should have believed in yourselves then, in spite of how strong I had seemed, in what I knew was right. For each time that you chose to cave in to my rant, I should spend my life proving you

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-28459063215326626872012-02-02T23:44:00.001-08:002012-02-02T23:45:06.786-08:00to some freaks

dear funk freaks, please keep on dancin' dear sex freaks love the one you're romancin' dear human rights freaks keep keeping me on top dear democracy freaks let your voice not stop dear food freaks please give me pointers where to eat dear alcohol freaks let your demons take a seat as I buy them all a drink, I will pick up the tab freak on everything that's good 'cause that shit is not bad

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-16143241870983716162012-02-02T08:36:00.000-08:002012-02-02T08:50:19.161-08:00"believe you're in love?"

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

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-82085608259182528292012-01-31T22:24:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:24:18.049-08:00biographical note

Born in a tornado, caught and spanked by an obstetrician 2 counties upwind, this demon freak of Enlightenment wins souls, hearts and minds to his cause with ease as he strives to shoehorn himself into starring roles of biblical prophecies - thwart him, for all our sakes, please

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-21666476501505151732012-01-31T21:57:00.000-08:002012-01-31T21:57:45.037-08:00deal.

the dumbest game of cards there is, The hearts for love, and constancy, the spades for death, and fate: dig deep the clubs for strength, for valor keep your diamonds. Filthy lucre fails to dazzle me, however well it catches light, in facets cut with cunning craft to no avail. we cut the deck and dealt our cards our hearts betrayed, turned fragile, broke from nerveless hands our clubs fell

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-85449443581167435462012-01-29T09:36:00.000-08:002012-01-29T09:39:13.160-08:00pickpocket

ask me to play I am no damn good there's a pick in my pocket at all times, just in case there's a guitar to hand I've a song I can fit to any occasion, or - this one at least. it will hover and run on the strings that are strung to vibrate between your heart and your head. Clumsily sung, and fumblingly played, it will strike you quite dead. I am, as I said no damn good.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-53981623010468732472012-01-29T09:15:00.001-08:002012-01-29T09:15:16.022-08:00bad directions

you gave such good directions back I found my way up little roads then on to big, infallibly: away from you. The last place that I want to go.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-62545396867401552452012-01-26T20:01:00.000-08:002012-01-26T23:42:46.925-08:00reading poetry is hard!

reading poetry is hard! work, you know? pushing your eyes over and through lines, especially with your mind occupied trying to find the right rhythm and sound, from among who knows how many possible options, what with the free-form structures poets seem to prefer these days. (And so do we! Readers, frankly - who needs the old 'sing-song' shit?) but it's still hard work, no matter how

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-1830497609183951172012-01-25T23:16:00.000-08:002012-01-25T23:16:32.369-08:00the aerialists

I love how much you care, and I've seen this all before, and I know you dare, you will dare all I sit here, wincing - dread the fall as you go through your high-wire act you dance your partner through dead-weight I've seen how this act ends, before but never from someone so great at making it believable that I suspend my disbelief and pray to God (we know not of) that you will death-defy

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-83306297245514154602012-01-25T22:04:00.000-08:002012-01-25T22:04:04.925-08:00last words, time

"angels flitting through the clouds eyes above, and so below we hide our faces, blush and pout nothing that we said was meant to sound like what came out our mouths and though we each wish fervently the other could come off as well as they could in our wildest dreams (and theirs as well), as waters swell we know the chance we both so want has punctured, and is sinking fast if either of us

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-20850399772376859892012-01-23T22:53:00.001-08:002012-01-23T22:55:07.361-08:00"a perfect world"

we've been lying long enough so tell the truth to yourself for once: admit that you've got nothing in your heart for me, for real it's not easy to tell you off I love you more than I've ever loved and I still can't quite figure out why we can't seal the deal in a perfect world, I am perfect for you you are perfect for me in a perfect world, we are perfectly sure: this is meant to be a

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-14625358932075465872012-01-23T07:57:00.001-08:002012-01-23T07:58:50.057-08:00snooze

it's time for me to leap to my feet with a mad, joyous shout and go back to sleep

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-33453974756297355572012-01-21T00:16:00.001-08:002012-01-21T00:16:49.586-08:00failure to dial

There is no possible point at which I wish you wouldn't calll me except: I am drunk so right now, the only time I would tell you this: I wish you wouldn't call me. but every other time I am so rarely drunk, I wish you would for I could tell you every thing in such good cause, and only good

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-8251501449745944252012-01-21T00:10:00.000-08:002012-01-21T00:10:19.375-08:00primacy

a cry for help, before I die is all I'd ever ask someone the ones who love me would rush in to devastate, defend me from the enemy, without, within it doesn't make a difference well all I'd ever ask of him some mercy, please I was here first.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-9360341918196926712012-01-21T00:07:00.001-08:002012-01-21T00:07:05.475-08:00Anyone who could,

help

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-87245851428401671802012-01-19T00:24:00.000-08:002012-01-19T00:24:46.424-08:00off the map

A paper town for a paper girl, a notebook street to press between the pages lined and ruled so straight, it's all so blank - it's all so clean her eyes flick flame

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-18849858060923749822012-01-17T22:07:00.001-08:002012-01-17T22:07:48.805-08:00"creating a vacuum"

Sex, with her, was always a complete preoccupation. I had to make room in my mind for the blood loss once she started in. I made that room, and I filled it with what nature abhors. The damage, I fear, will eventually become irreparable. If I keep going if I keep going if I keep going it will

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-85576441202167420392012-01-16T22:15:00.000-08:002012-01-17T00:14:40.576-08:00birth defect

My feelings are no deeper than the tip of my tongue, and the top of my head is plugged straight into my heart because that is where most all of my thoughts come from. It's a birth defect I'm just lucky I guess I will bore myself to sleep with everything that went wrong and wake up knowing what to do - and it's okay if you won't I am a surface of infinite shallowness it's a birth defect

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-56530951819778795472012-01-15T22:16:00.001-08:002012-01-16T19:10:21.867-08:00strike anywhere

these conversations never start from my end. I lay flat, relaxed I never want to chafe, intrude I do love to combust, react - but I am cool with silence, too. If your cool fingers hold the match and if you bring it down, across this dull and flinty strip will catch with sparks like skies of stars, coax your sulphur tip to blaze. Your small investment - pressure, friction, paid in conversation

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-79449046049203675522012-01-14T11:26:00.001-08:002012-01-14T11:26:20.072-08:00bed and breakfast

and as if this was all we need here we are, and we can't sleep but when we wake, they'll bring a tray is it enough for you? ok

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-61474354260683455312012-01-14T08:24:00.000-08:002012-01-14T08:24:03.818-08:00if I have any enemies

if I have any enemies (and I do; I have one) I just wanted to say for the record, for all to see: I am pathetic. And I never pretended not to be my house is a mess my house is not in order my life is a mess my relationships are horrible; the worst state that they could possibly be in. And I hope you're happy.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-81013378447303434832012-01-12T20:44:00.000-08:002012-01-13T09:22:27.915-08:00regifting

you can't steal what's freely given - unless love is just a bargain? and then suddenly, conditions can be voided, overridden - leaving someone feeling swindled - getting not what had been bargained for. A deal like that's for saps. That loan will never be secure.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-68128797497391800872012-01-12T15:07:00.000-08:002012-01-12T18:14:09.736-08:00to make sure I'm safe

cop behind me around every curve to make sure I'm safe both hands on the wheel, I'm writing a note to myself: "don't swerve"

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-724127646444053132012-01-08T00:03:00.000-08:002012-01-12T15:06:29.641-08:00amazing how little

it's amazing how little the world seems to care, once the world has shrunk down to one person (or two, if you're counting yourself - which you never could! It's amazing how little it adds, when you do) .

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-85511081698092545612012-01-07T16:57:00.000-08:002012-01-07T16:57:56.599-08:00trust cuts

the words that you say turn into truth so much faster than they have any right to later on I'll be shocked, but for right now, it feels like I've known this so long that it's always been real

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-30952904601066464592012-01-05T22:02:00.000-08:002012-01-05T22:02:17.334-08:00"trick"

I say what I mean. Shamelessly. In the strongest possible terms that are true. If you don't believe, I don't mind - should I be? Hurt? or concerned? I don't see why. Do You? You are quite free to find any meaning you wish every word that you hear what it's worth - take it for what you want. You will see That I'm so mean, and fake But I mean it all, bitch: More than you'll ever

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-76743449295476984262012-01-05T09:20:00.000-08:002012-01-05T09:20:47.650-08:00zoo exhibit

my love for you is a beast that has been caged but not tamed and not a sleek and pretty one it looks out from behind hard bars and eats you up with greedy eyes and you are all it ever wants it isn't feeding time now, love go sleep in straw, for now let lie

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-6813101615099152282012-01-05T07:55:00.000-08:002012-01-05T07:55:50.706-08:00strike anywhere

these conversations never start from my end. I lay flat, relaxed I never want to chafe, intrude I do love to combust, react, but - I am cool with silence, too. If your cool fingers hold the match and if you draw it down this line (a small investment on your part) your pressure, friction, heat combine this dull and flinty strip will spark like skies of stars, shot hot and sprayed, to coax your

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-21635311296691989882012-01-05T07:21:00.001-08:002012-01-15T22:15:56.100-08:00overawes

my cradle spun like a tree without leaves whose clouds had all set eternally in the mind of a girl whose eyes, cast down into fortunes of fate rule this shit town.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-54624744920035347782012-01-04T19:33:00.000-08:002012-01-04T19:33:02.358-08:00used to have a thing

I used to have a thing for blondes with great big tits and then I had a thing for dye-job feminists and after that my tastes ran all the way to pasty goths and then my tastes ran screaming back to hard-core christians, plighting troths At some point I got heavy into atheistic jews 'til smartassed girls with big behinds became my favorite muse And then I had a thing for you. But I don't think

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-49198750732920287422012-01-04T08:04:00.000-08:002012-01-04T08:04:25.070-08:00lullaby, rising

all we happy travelers are flying home from holidays weary and relieved, we queue (that's British. It means "wait in line") heading home a hundred ways our journeys over zones of time that wash beneath our drifting planes the sky spreads pillows sheets, and all so weary, grateful, in we climb. And up we climb, 'til down we fall

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-42919851643167837012012-01-03T12:31:00.000-08:002012-01-03T23:39:56.897-08:00resolution

the rambling is the mechanism to get to understanding myself. To an outsider, it may seem like magic - some amazing trick! This fool lays out in plodding style, brick by brick, some yellow-brick road as he walks, it winds, until he gets to well, where it was pretty obvious he was headed, the whole time. To me, though - I need to figure out where this next brick goes.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-9521016523700046872012-01-02T12:39:00.000-08:002012-01-02T12:55:05.246-08:00the wall

the wall in my mind is one brick wide but it stretches to the heavens on such firm ground that I know: I will never get through, or around even with you on the other side.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-91515018948513122932011-12-28T22:19:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:45:02.843-08:00I've been waiting forever to make this wish

I've been waiting forever to make this wish the timing has never been right for you or for me, for the wish to work even if it came true. Even if it came true, it still needs timing, and time, and place, and two people placed to run with it, all the way I've been waiting forever to make this wish. Fuck this. I am making my wish Today.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-20383960249141979602011-12-28T22:14:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:44:25.047-08:00misery loves

my misery amuses me and I will take your company in confidence just promise this: tell not one soul how fun this is my misery amuses me and I will take your pity as a compliment the best I'll get all day I'm going to cherish it

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-74118013412411725142011-12-28T22:04:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:44:44.703-08:00your support

I want all your support from all that you say from your tongue, from your lips, and support from your glance and your hands and your hips in this choice, in this chance, I want all your support all the way, in this. or there isn't much sense in how much I can give

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-71780882401397118642011-12-28T22:01:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:47:02.529-08:00singalong

You don't need to say that you're gone. I can see that. And anyway, I couldn't hear you by now you must be at least sixty miles an hour and speed gently rising, away from me how artificially clear the sight of you comes to me as you slap the wheel - I can't hear you're on mute, but I'm sure you are singing along and although I can't hear you, I know the song

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-82272689832122319582011-12-28T21:57:00.000-08:002011-12-28T21:57:24.740-08:00talent show

this talent show's spun out of control into a popularity contest, which was perfectly to be expected, I guess. For things like this, it's not always best to expect the best will prevail at last, on merit alone it's a talent of sorts, a gift in itself to prevail like this so let's take our bows, your awards and go home

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-75538816731233847722011-12-28T21:45:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:12:16.647-08:00burgeon

My love for you is burgeoning it burgeons and it swells I had to look up "burgeoning" it's just as well. It's just as well, because I knew I used it right! Just as I use my love for you. No need to look it up. I use it right each time. I always do.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-76046150954710677662011-12-28T20:48:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:39:14.960-08:00by my adoring eyes

the colors you are are so lovely your flesh better than sunsets the pinks and the rose, and whites and purple shadows glow, so soft like clouds, in focus and yet - how smooth, and firm, and warm - my fingers know this, without even having to touch! They have been informed

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-32256294508732510972011-12-28T09:39:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:51:44.934-08:00confound

you're my crowbar you protect me wow most crowbars don't do that you're my spotlight you lift me up strange behavior for a spotlight you're my window I see out of you that's about right for a window, yes well, what do you even know what you are? I can only guess

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-68653747008527820142011-12-27T21:49:00.000-08:002011-12-27T21:49:11.323-08:00accomplice

you can still change your mind, any time every time - you can go back on what you decided at whim. Feel free, make the rules You are not fooling me - it's okay if you are! Every moment I'm fooled feels so good to be in

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-73031595422483434292011-12-27T21:43:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:29:57.142-08:00Point.

the nub of what I meant was thus: to seize the problem by the crux, to turn it 'til you see the gist, then give the tip a vicious twist

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-426373052355454902011-12-27T21:36:00.000-08:002011-12-28T21:27:58.247-08:00same dream

sleep darling, lullabies take two tablets of dreams, and let them dissolve in your mouth sublingually they will enter your bloodstream, and rise behind your eyes by the time your head hits the soft pillow, everything you wish to see will be backlit by the moon I'll be there to join you soon, a million little candles light the way to our room

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-88927815255035345172011-12-27T21:28:00.000-08:002011-12-27T21:28:40.809-08:00star-counting

for a ghost of moment, I counted my sneezes as blessings expecting wishes to fall like stars, in the yard expecting god blessings to land in the wet grass for us to run out in the night and gather quickly, before they go out forever

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-63166454049448679712011-12-27T21:24:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:52:31.188-08:00a cigarette twice

I've never smoked a cigarette twice, before I was caught up in love, that talk with you I looked down in my hand, it was whole again by miracle, made unburned, impure and ready to poison afresh, like new

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-43723688821184375202011-12-27T21:14:00.000-08:002011-12-27T21:14:56.545-08:00not going to

this time, I am not going to be able to make it "it's okay" "it's going to be okay" is what I always say, but now there are things massed and massing on horizons all around and things that build and build and build, up inside to tear down and between them there is only me: and all I used to think, believe, and hold to, every time of need. and this time, it won't work I see

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-67754267027310980612011-12-27T21:10:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:53:30.979-08:00measured pace

I gave up every step on the way and kept going and I'm almost to you. And I almost no longer believe I am sure as the last step falls, as I stand at your door my hand will rise to knock, and falter just before

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-56940538180538398882011-12-27T21:01:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:54:27.258-08:00bad brilliant

A lot of bad ideas work out brilliantly, you know you and me could be the best idea of all which is to say, the worst but which is out of my control. Is it out of yours as well? just between us, I think it's a go

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-53154157141620308502011-12-27T20:55:00.000-08:002011-12-27T20:55:47.799-08:00predicate

I like to use "predicate" as a verb. Baby when I predicate you, you've been predicated. Predicated on something, of course! You can't just predicate a thing on empty air It's got to be predicated on something Well. I suppose you could predicate a cloud on empty air. Or a balloon but even empty air is something. You can't predicate a balloon on a vacuum it would drop and pop, and

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-79000561143661063782011-12-27T13:54:00.000-08:002011-12-27T20:47:46.224-08:00As it happens,

As it happens, you are telling me the story of your life. you could keep this up all night if I keep you up all night but tomorrow, there will be more to it - more to tell, and it will not be the same story. In the telling, now, the story of your life - as it happens, wraps me in the story won't be yours anymore. you give it As you tell it - in the telling, as it happens - in the

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-69872189267664156352011-12-27T13:43:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:56:32.924-08:00decisions for keeps

I saved the moment you looked in my eyes and caught yourself, and you caught me and we each decided to give ourselves each to the other, for keeps. Decided, but did not tell - we kept the decision to ourselves we don't need to make such decisions known, we don't need to be so selfish, so heedless, impetuous I don't need to have you, outright, pledged to save me every moment, out of so

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-45277576161228354422011-12-27T13:12:00.000-08:002011-12-27T10:12:59.585-08:00going back, putting in commas

And now I'm going back, and putting in commas, and spaces. And taking them out , from between and among the words I said, trying to make everything art: a comment on life. if life were better, or I were more creative maybe once would be enough for these words to be used.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-87403398574927233992011-12-18T23:27:00.000-08:002011-12-18T23:27:56.815-08:00unexpected tenderness

Lately, I've been experiencing an unusual amount of affection and tenderness towards myself. this morning I awoke and saw my arm, and I looked at my arm. And I said, "awww - arm!" and I reached out, and began tenderly caressing its hand. Or yesterday, before bed I was brushing my teeth, and I saw in the mirror myself and was suddenly whelmed with a surge of sympathy, for all that this

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-7261581416121709682011-12-18T23:26:00.000-08:002011-12-21T04:00:02.409-08:00mailbox is full

mailbox is full it has always been full since the days I first knew you you save every word. Those saved messages must be precious indeed to keep you from letting the present disturb.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-45758862845305497292011-12-17T16:56:00.000-08:002011-12-17T17:06:40.195-08:00Le Mort D'Art, or How Green Was My Bowdler

You know what I always thought was funny about Launcelot? He could kill any number of dudes. He was the biggest piece of puissance the age of chivalry produced - he was even set to get the Grail! Before they re-wrote his part so mister simon-pure Kid Galahad the Wonder Virgin could get his grubbing little fingers into the brass ring - "our hero," finally! someone we can present to kids.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-89642790363790780532011-12-17T16:49:00.000-08:002011-12-17T16:49:54.402-08:00"He always lives in Wisconsin"

He always lives in Wisconsin, in the same town. Not what you'd call a small town. It's half-sized. He always lives in the same town, but the name of the town changes. Now he's in Eau Rouge, which sounds made-up but they always do. You could track him down. He'd be waiting for you - or at least, he'll be there, waiting for you. He may not know who you are, or why you're coming, but he's

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-43805552607298792622011-12-17T16:17:00.000-08:002011-12-17T16:17:21.712-08:00time was

There is no time. Only energy spent, only motion and mass, spreading out without end, thinning out to less dense, dissipating its heat. Yesterday's not a country, a playground, a street; yesterday isn't gone, not a dream, never was - it is all still in play. It is right here with us, just dinged up and smashed down by the forces of roll. But it's all with us now, speed of light, proximal

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-34590352941267651242011-12-17T12:53:00.000-08:002011-12-17T12:53:31.477-08:00call me later

call me later and later each day every night, you can wake me a minute into my first dream. It won't be of you, most likely, no - but when we hang up, I suspect you'll slip in

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-15432399542899808322011-12-17T12:52:00.000-08:002011-12-17T12:52:30.911-08:00but soft

there is this part, the smoothest place I've ever touched below your waist, and round in back, it fascinates so soft, entranced my fingers trace

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-16275290460115688852011-12-16T08:58:00.000-08:002011-12-16T09:11:30.762-08:00mean

you've become too mature to save me anymore you won't interrupt, object as my mouth runs on and out of words, on fumes of what I mean you let me keep going, until I'm out and pushing the car from behind, but I won't give up I know what I mean, is somewhere up ahead it was faster when you'd interrupt

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-43098854508586648072011-12-16T08:30:00.000-08:002012-01-05T20:45:40.770-08:00saved

hi all I don't think there is anything I can say that's going to change how you feel or how you see the world or how you see me but that's okay. Life is horrible. There are large, sharp things in motion now that will intersect with your trajectory tomorrow, or down the road, along the way and pierce you body, bone, and blood and you will fall in full stride and break. And bleed. And

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-16476625364539063652011-12-16T08:28:00.000-08:002011-12-16T08:59:26.657-08:00"guys, don't break up"

we know its gone inside and out it's all gone wrong without a doubt and hate, we hate each other now all this situation needs is for some 3rd party some well, mean 3rd party, please to come along and say "guys, don't break up you mean so much to me, to us guys, don't break up you guys are just so great together" that's what we need right now, that's just that's all this situation needs I'm

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-90911025969370609682011-12-16T01:28:00.000-08:002011-12-16T01:31:21.820-08:00big sea

people who withdraw into themselves are not cool with it, some of them. They miss and would want to go out into the world but they don't seem to do it Without an excuse, an invitation A context. to provide that invitation. I'm sure it is better: to be the kind of person who figures out on their own, how to be their own invitation, still a lot of people haven't gotten there yet.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-27933964672187515702011-12-16T00:59:00.000-08:002011-12-16T01:00:47.604-08:00influence

the way the music was clean, staccato minimalistic, uplifting from the edges without obscuring the simple and explicit delivery. I find myself unconsciously mimicking a little bit, internal rhyme and scheme-flipping, putting the rhyme where you didn't expect and then skipping the next one.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-4132054218949974182011-12-16T00:54:00.000-08:002011-12-16T01:28:40.631-08:00raptures, occasionally

I hope it's okay if I go into raptures occasionally, by way of explaining something that I love, that you hate. It's not that I take offense, or as if I'm saying "X" is wrong and "Y" is right really, none of what I say opposes or refutes or even addresses your critique, on the whole, it's just. I "get," I endorse your remarks. Still, can I just share a little bit about why it

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-11818528797342232642011-12-16T00:49:00.000-08:002011-12-16T00:49:36.638-08:00pupil-teacher

the ratio of you to me, seems all the more unbalanced with all these other chairs empty feel I have too much to say, to tell, to mention, as you teach me a lesson in not asking questions I'm paying attention

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-65340267047243458322011-12-16T00:47:00.000-08:002011-12-16T00:48:00.206-08:00horoscope by force

false modesty never hurt anyone, much. For your sake, I'll pretend what you say is all true as if you weren't enough to seize everyone's stars and bring everyone's sign in alignment with you

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-451541153662208332011-12-16T00:37:00.000-08:002011-12-16T00:40:41.803-08:00"two polaroids from the future"

and in my reduced circumstance, I will sit on a bench and feed crumbs to ants as you sit on your bench in another town and the birds will come gathering round, circle down

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-78955965639868116792011-12-16T00:36:00.000-08:002011-12-16T00:42:13.839-08:00Outdoorsy!

I want to hike up your skirt, all the way up and over the back trail, past those lovely rounded hills, down into the valley nook deep between, nestle in and set up camp by the brook

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-25140287518764514542011-12-16T00:30:00.000-08:002011-12-16T00:30:57.795-08:00nobody's ever going to make me feel the way you do

nobody's ever going to make me feel the way you do your eyes cup mine, you say nothing much, and my face hurts from laughing. You have the most beautiful everything. And you are without a doubt, beyond compare. nobody's ever going to make me feel the way you do but there are other ways to feel.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-52662923824474048222011-12-16T00:28:00.000-08:002011-12-16T15:38:05.890-08:00"boom operator"

I'm in the PICTURES, see see my name up in lights but you won't see ME if my work's done RIGHT I will be all out of FRAME as I'm creating the SOUND I am suspending the BOOM can you hear, hear me NOW? I am the BOOM! operator, BOOM! operator, BOOM! operator, boom, BOOM! operator, BOOM! operator, BOOM! operator, boom, BOOM! and all my buddies and me we hang out, out of sight but all my best

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-23594873433122369712011-12-15T23:53:00.000-08:002011-12-15T23:55:10.531-08:00exploit. v.

Exploitation. To exploit: defined to make full use, and derive benefit from. The goodness that is in this life must be exploited. It is there to be exploited. It was given fully, in expectation, to be taken. To not exploit it is as if: to reject the gift that is That is, it is as if to take for granted, and reject for granted. Even though: it was granted full willing, with pleading

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-90385737545462185962011-12-13T21:58:00.000-08:002011-12-13T22:00:09.725-08:00Unfriendly

If I Friend You, will you notice? Am I a friend of a friend you clicked on to pad your totals? Have we ever met over sodas? Sweated like pigs for an hour of bikram yoga? Fallen at least a third of the way over, laughing in a pagoda bonding over our mutual love of Yoda? Kept our affection for each other despite a huge argument over racial quotas? Portaged from lake to lake one spring in Minnesota?

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-19781765196609518602011-12-12T20:44:00.000-08:002011-12-12T20:44:17.905-08:00as fuzzy

I'm as fuzzy and compliant as a soft summer peach, as fuzzy and empty of stuff, full of wonder as a newborn babe's not -yet-hardened head, as fuzzy and full of relief as a cease-fire from the high command, on a hair-trigger stand, the eve of a battle whose armies are comprised of all former schoolmates and lovers, each on opposite sides of tension-fraught, taut-drawn battle lines, and

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-9454185880620335632011-12-12T07:43:00.000-08:002011-12-12T09:48:22.198-08:00delivered

Not all exchanges have to be public do they? Let's post our baby on the internet and deliver him by high-speed DSL no one will suspect "him or her," of course - I'm sure a daughter would go over just as well and healthy, ten fingers and toes and hell, eight or ten pounds easily and soon to be in the top percentile for growing big and giggling his or her first words will be hilariously

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-17664806288731162052011-12-12T01:58:00.000-08:002011-12-12T01:58:38.300-08:00get set

but what the hell: let's consider this hypothetically. Realistically, if everything in the world were different I'd still feel the same. And it would work just as well as it did today but since everything in the world is the same I feel different now. I don't know. Hold on I'll explain somehow

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-6703646122645394752011-12-12T01:55:00.001-08:002011-12-12T02:33:18.477-08:00and, go

From you or, arguably, anyone else I could get away clean But so what, what the hell that isn't the point. that's kind of a one-sided impression. And I mean, The truth is, despite all contrary evidence. I may be at least as much of a sucker as I seem, If only you could make me believe in certain bullshit not ever happening A hard sell - but possible for you or, arguably, anyone

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-47658803837588042452011-12-12T01:53:00.000-08:002011-12-12T02:32:16.383-08:00on your mark

you think I'm kind of dangling out there for the plucking for you, any time you choose to stretch out your hand. I mean, I know you know that I'm not I think I might give the impression nevertheless I would simply and blissfully collapse into your waiting embrace if it were there. which sounds so nice

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-50959966186832907082011-12-12T01:45:00.000-08:002011-12-12T01:46:33.755-08:00*but not a real bearskin, that's cruel.

Sexy to me is a bearskin* rug with nothing on. Waiting. A wine glass, waiting expectantly for the pour, not knowing white or red just knowing you - and knowing it will be exquisite, with your lips to follow. A plate, clean, white, gleam - awaiting: something soft, warm. Salty, savory; something to be scooped out in dollops, and scooped up with toasted crusts. A door. Closed; waiting.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-15267562775859235022011-12-12T01:05:00.000-08:002011-12-12T01:05:53.584-08:00brought to you by the number three

when you tell me these things, it feels and sounds like a children's program I know there really are a lot of adults who never learned how to be in the world, and could use it explained to them with a song, and a cartoon I was not talked down to my intelligence insulted belittled and lessened just to sit and let your lesson babysit me, while my inner mom maybe got something done in

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-27260544050416450372011-12-12T00:54:00.000-08:002011-12-12T00:54:47.561-08:00target audience

The key I think is the opening line he's not talking to everyone, no just you and you know that his words could encircle the world and not one set of ears could hear clear and true what the meaning here is. this piece was not meant for the people who won't take it personally. No without any context of we between you, you are sure of exactly one thing destiny

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-40360480336934548832011-12-12T00:32:00.000-08:002011-12-12T01:24:07.527-08:00why I'm a listener

so finally I get up the gall, the nerve, find a voice equal parts reassurance, and speaking from experience, and a kind of wonder as if still finding this stuff out myself I awkwardly lean in, hanging on my every word to tell you how much you mean and of course, you don't believe a word of it.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-70849937398034833802011-12-12T00:18:00.000-08:002011-12-12T00:18:38.605-08:00the girl like Linus

And her voice, with its Linus-like qualities, soft with mercy and tenderness yet steel underneath and firm emphasis (Linus doesn't play when it's what he believes) her words soft, to comfort like a blanket over your insecurities, yet with a flip and a flick - snap crack like a whip! to smack you smack-dab on the ass whenever she sees you need it.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-59089850507453464902011-12-12T00:10:00.000-08:002011-12-12T00:10:29.394-08:00rivalry

I've always been prone to rhyme like that from time to time, I'm not just finding myself admiring her facility with a style I'd already previously mastered. but she beat me to it, I should have known I should have flown faster as if flown could be the past participle of flow but I guess, having come in second I have to go back to the drawing board and reinvent it, as if there could be a

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-8385386035333644882011-12-12T00:02:00.000-08:002011-12-12T08:18:46.081-08:00that was a GUNSHOT

was that a GUNSHOT we don't get gunshots in this neighborhood? it was it must have been the news broke in with a report of a loud report, and outside sirens wailing, bewailing the broken silence converging from all directions to assail the source of all this violence

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-89991805213954171802011-12-11T23:46:00.000-08:002011-12-11T23:46:55.671-08:00tangentleman

trip off on a shot like a tangent to a land where only the premise applies, and none of what's real can so much as raise a hand to interrupt, until the hypothetical has had its way there was really no why to explain the links in the chain as the train kept a-rollin' laying its own track across the increasingly strange fruited plain.

dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36452191.post-35733064339361341342011-12-06T12:08:00.001-08:002011-12-06T12:10:35.742-08:00"Sacrament"

last night I saw you in my dream what's more I think that you saw me, and you were walking alongside alone & naked you looked into my eyes: you're tired of life of what you can do and tired of the things you can't you need someone to teach and someome to learn and someone to understand well I will join you I will join you in this it's a sacrament we walk a world we did not make we tried

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