I have been thinking about this word for three days now
how can something be wide as the city
yet small enough to contain a sack of old marbles
crossing the pit where they were thrown
I have been thinking about this word for three days now
how a thing can multiply and find itself similar
in cities that wear different capes, husky
brawling, windy or plain desert like
I have seen people describe cities
like they would a lover
with soft eyes, with skin for stones
but I have seen cities eroding people
like lime to acid
like our city to our heads
this is a citywide gathering
for town-wide hearts.
Monday, July 30, 2018
Sunday, July 29, 2018
things I call autumn
once more left
to this rush
the fake leaves I make and call autumn
to this rush
the fake leaves I make and call autumn
in the bottom of a glass of beer
The world flips, languages change
yet here you are
stood in the bottom of a glass of beer
yet here you are
stood in the bottom of a glass of beer
falling stone
There's a stone that fell
rolling with it
a nation
rolling with it
a nation
words or selves
I got written a poem
to save my soul
you tell me and I am not surprised
you feel touched
I haven't written
to fill your voids
but should up at your door
wearing all the past you don't even remember.
to save my soul
you tell me and I am not surprised
you feel touched
I haven't written
to fill your voids
but should up at your door
wearing all the past you don't even remember.
Labels:
friendship,
knowledge,
life,
light,
memory,
men,
poem,
public. private,
reflection,
women
fighting laziness
I am not lazy
you say
to a sleeping head floating in the bathroom
you say
to a sleeping head floating in the bathroom
an almost knocked over glass
Almost knocked over the glass
in anger
these hands
in anger
these hands
blood moon
a blood moon
eats our skies
eats away the clouds
another face to the same star
eats away the anger
keeps still the pain
a blood moon
predicts
the end of an earth
with an earthquake
not a bang
not a whimper
not big or small
just a little shake
who said earth isn't allowed a dance
for her lover,
a heart-torn
blood moon.
eats our skies
eats away the clouds
another face to the same star
eats away the anger
keeps still the pain
a blood moon
predicts
the end of an earth
with an earthquake
not a bang
not a whimper
not big or small
just a little shake
who said earth isn't allowed a dance
for her lover,
a heart-torn
blood moon.
what continues
what you allow is what continues
this is a case that's almost the truth
cursive painted, how many times have you
stolen kisses in the elevator
called it a love, how many times have you
caught a wrist in the kitchen
grabbing hard the stick arms
bruised, called it another form of kindness
how many times have you told someone
who was uncalled for, it was called for?
what you allow is what continues,
touch, kisses, a word slanting sideways
you are what has been kept happening
a little less kindness, a little less love.
this is a case that's almost the truth
cursive painted, how many times have you
stolen kisses in the elevator
called it a love, how many times have you
caught a wrist in the kitchen
grabbing hard the stick arms
bruised, called it another form of kindness
how many times have you told someone
who was uncalled for, it was called for?
what you allow is what continues,
touch, kisses, a word slanting sideways
you are what has been kept happening
a little less kindness, a little less love.
an awkward second
Are we related?
the question comes up
as the waffle gets colder
the question comes up
as the waffle gets colder
Labels:
elements,
emotion,
family,
fear,
friendship,
haiku,
pain,
passion,
perception,
poem,
poetry,
public,
public. private
an east wind in summer
standard summertime
an east wind blows my way
it's only an hour's timezone difference
an east wind blows my way
it's only an hour's timezone difference
the rule of three
the rule of three tells you
it is better to have only three things arrive
like lines in a haiku
it is better to have only three things arrive
like lines in a haiku
a nightmare of hallucination
There's a jaguar that follows your son
into a mouse hole, same available in cartoon
but you are real, flesh and blood in my arms
there's a daughter holding a teddy bear
crying about unborn children
yet she's unmarried
there's you, Kohl filled eyes
brown like pine cones
caressed and written for, for years
there's a moment of fear and love
wrapped like a blanket at once
like it's a thing we cannot deny
existing in the midst of all unexplained
switches, trees swishing over in seconds
transported into another space
that has no bitterness
you are real, flesh and blood in my arms
the jaguar gallops
your son goes into the mouse hole and wildly I wake up.
into a mouse hole, same available in cartoon
but you are real, flesh and blood in my arms
there's a daughter holding a teddy bear
crying about unborn children
yet she's unmarried
there's you, Kohl filled eyes
brown like pine cones
caressed and written for, for years
there's a moment of fear and love
wrapped like a blanket at once
like it's a thing we cannot deny
existing in the midst of all unexplained
switches, trees swishing over in seconds
transported into another space
that has no bitterness
you are real, flesh and blood in my arms
the jaguar gallops
your son goes into the mouse hole and wildly I wake up.
not a portrait
tired eyes that cannot look ahead
this is your body, heavy and lumpy post the morning hours
yours and not yours at the same time
the way it is fixed : not a portrait
not a painting, just a mere reflection.
this is your body, heavy and lumpy post the morning hours
yours and not yours at the same time
the way it is fixed : not a portrait
not a painting, just a mere reflection.
Labels:
elements,
emotion,
fear,
poem,
poetry,
reflection,
self poetry
letter, words, thoughts
you can say a lot
in so many words, thus poetry
still never lacking in power
in so many words, thus poetry
still never lacking in power
Saturday, July 28, 2018
sickness strikes steady
you say it swiftly
like a sword it cuts
a sickness strikes steady
unnamed, a little virus
knocks down a fort
that was being built for five years
in limestone and alcohol
in abstracts and foreign words.
like a sword it cuts
a sickness strikes steady
unnamed, a little virus
knocks down a fort
that was being built for five years
in limestone and alcohol
in abstracts and foreign words.
Labels:
dark,
death,
friendship,
holiday poems,
ill,
loss,
sadness,
self poetry
late poems, as per normal
it feels like a chore
this
late poetry
this
late poetry
mid sentence
interruption
is never appreciated
especially when it is stopped
mid
sentence
is never appreciated
especially when it is stopped
mid
sentence
noise licking my ears
I can never get used to the sound
arriving after glory of silence
with many tongues licking my ears
arriving after glory of silence
with many tongues licking my ears
with driftwood
We drift, each talking at a higher wavelength
call this another form of love
I call it another form of painting with blood
we call this a family swayed with driftwood
call this another form of love
I call it another form of painting with blood
we call this a family swayed with driftwood
heat and cold
how to do deflect from cold?
try a sheet made of wool
how do you deflect from heat?
try a bit of water for better measure
how do you keep a heart warm?
try small things
how do you keep a heart cold?
try the wrong statements
try a sheet made of wool
how do you deflect from heat?
try a bit of water for better measure
how do you keep a heart warm?
try small things
how do you keep a heart cold?
try the wrong statements
Labels:
elements,
fear,
freedom,
joy,
loss,
love,
men,
nature poetry,
pain,
perception,
place,
power,
relationship,
spiritual,
voice
an if clause
if you are satisfied with my pain
don't then think
that there's more space for you
don't then think
that there's more space for you
human formation
today I saw with my own eyes
how a human is formed
tiny dot, black in a black space
that falls into a void
tiny dot in a black sack
will arrive with a stork
when we stop waiting.
how a human is formed
tiny dot, black in a black space
that falls into a void
tiny dot in a black sack
will arrive with a stork
when we stop waiting.
dandelions, or mixed names
what do you call it,
she blinks at me
the flower that you puff
the one for the horses
we call it horse flower
what do you call it?
a dandelion, with mixed names
clear genes to hold its spine up.
she blinks at me
the flower that you puff
the one for the horses
we call it horse flower
what do you call it?
a dandelion, with mixed names
clear genes to hold its spine up.
Reputation to uphold
this is what is said about reputation
it has to be upheld
like a coin into the sunshine
it has to be upheld
like a coin into the sunshine
Monday, July 9, 2018
the poet on the job
There is always this fear
that you will get caught first
writing poetry, a virtual nonsense
or dreaming in a language of speed
type one word and quickly hide
as if lines were a bad reputation
that will follow you everywhere
that open you up, like a second tomorrow
there is always this fear
that you will have to recite verse
like you say your prayers
in silence or before everyone else
a new stop to shaky tunes
this happens when poets do work
manual in dirt
or in offices
this is the fear
that only stems from an imagination that knows
to write in short lines instead of long ones.
that you will get caught first
writing poetry, a virtual nonsense
or dreaming in a language of speed
type one word and quickly hide
as if lines were a bad reputation
that will follow you everywhere
that open you up, like a second tomorrow
there is always this fear
that you will have to recite verse
like you say your prayers
in silence or before everyone else
a new stop to shaky tunes
this happens when poets do work
manual in dirt
or in offices
this is the fear
that only stems from an imagination that knows
to write in short lines instead of long ones.
privilege
is to think with deep considerations
that none of your shoes fit you
when the children of your neighborhood walk the streets barefoot
that none of your shoes fit you
when the children of your neighborhood walk the streets barefoot
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