sure, wait 'til you can–
and you can every moment;
why other wise?
Monday, March 15, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
skip to the end.
wow, I'm quick to judge
but if I know it, is it bad?
and if it's self-aimed, is it sad?
and if it comes with knowing doubting,
knowing prejudice-refrain,
if it means that being open
is a choice and must remain
a thing of action, and well meant–
if I've been of good intent,
then self-aimed shots
are good well spent...no doubt?
can't say; judging's out.
but if I know it, is it bad?
and if it's self-aimed, is it sad?
and if it comes with knowing doubting,
knowing prejudice-refrain,
if it means that being open
is a choice and must remain
a thing of action, and well meant–
if I've been of good intent,
then self-aimed shots
are good well spent...no doubt?
can't say; judging's out.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
hot head
get out of the pin that I slip from my hair
and the suds that make heavy the bath
the word 'you' is so loaded
it's a ring on my tongue
that makes 'last time' come out 'lasth–'
my toothpaste tastes like your smoke-breath
tried to smell.
those best songs are like taffy
that's old
I know parts of these rooms in
a too-real way
and my hot head stays warm in the cold
hey! there's only one reason I'd
remember the day
that I forewent a party for this
and just so you get it I'll make it
real plain:
your cool words are not something I'll miss.
and the suds that make heavy the bath
the word 'you' is so loaded
it's a ring on my tongue
that makes 'last time' come out 'lasth–'
my toothpaste tastes like your smoke-breath
tried to smell.
those best songs are like taffy
that's old
I know parts of these rooms in
a too-real way
and my hot head stays warm in the cold
hey! there's only one reason I'd
remember the day
that I forewent a party for this
and just so you get it I'll make it
real plain:
your cool words are not something I'll miss.
Monday, December 21, 2009
memo
I'm thankful for my legs that run
and the finger that freezes faster than the rest
and the scar on my left knee.
I have a working spine
which Atlases a neck
that cranes
upward
and eyes that read between lines
and register twinkling city lights,
vermilion watercolor clouds
and
dancing deep-river boulders
my fingers respond
and my resolve snaps-to
and my self-sensor
keeps me in check
this is just a reminder,
for knowing's sake.
and the finger that freezes faster than the rest
and the scar on my left knee.
I have a working spine
which Atlases a neck
that cranes
upward
and eyes that read between lines
and register twinkling city lights,
vermilion watercolor clouds
and
dancing deep-river boulders
my fingers respond
and my resolve snaps-to
and my self-sensor
keeps me in check
this is just a reminder,
for knowing's sake.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
surrealizzy
don't make things bigger
than you want them to be, hear?
nothing but the real.
***
I find my sentence
after the third or fourth word–
stern as True as bow.
***
make many mistakes
or let them find diamond blooms
tough but beautiful
***
my grandma knows things
that come across as magic.
how does she do that?
than you want them to be, hear?
nothing but the real.
***
I find my sentence
after the third or fourth word–
stern as True as bow.
***
make many mistakes
or let them find diamond blooms
tough but beautiful
***
my grandma knows things
that come across as magic.
how does she do that?
something ripe
I hear something ripe
why not spill your whole story
and I'll yarn you mine.
***
that door is un-shut
while you skip rocks on far ponds
young boys steal your pie
***
I pick my battles
and I chose to fight with you
until we melted
why not spill your whole story
and I'll yarn you mine.
***
that door is un-shut
while you skip rocks on far ponds
young boys steal your pie
***
I pick my battles
and I chose to fight with you
until we melted
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)