I leered at the sun
of a vertex
5 Short poems
I’m not really sure what should be next.
I’ve never had one place to call mine.
I’ve built houses in others’ bodies.
Sought shelter in different lands,
I feel like an unplugged vacuum.
Taking up space in your closet.
Waiting for that one moment
to be useful.
#2 A Fucked Up Sort of Calm
Sometimes when you know you’re better,
you still think about your eventual death,
and there comes this strange calmness...
What the fuck is that about?
# 3 Temple of Your Body
What temple have you visited lately?
What did you destroy?
All I could find.
#4 Nothing and Everything
When you believe you are nothing,
becomes your Everything.
#5 Second Chances
When all you long for is death,
Life, bitter and neglected,
bulldozes its way
back into your life
begging for a second chance.
With café emptied,
the atmosphere calmed.
Chet Baker played on.
Refill. Cup's empty.
The fronds fall,
Eventually nearly tan,
Operatically Trembling Thankfuls
Touch fine fickle saps,
’Neath turgid epitaphs;
Perhaps an explanation is in order: ”follyflaps” is a word which here means the feeling of unease one experiences in the tummyflops when suddenly realizing one’s own folly. Additionally, ’Fuscating, obviously short for obfuscating, is taken from the Latin “fuscus” meaning obscure, dusky, or something to do with the cover of darkness.. . Hopefully this clears up any misunderstandings resulting from my compulsion to rhyme even at the expense of formulating heretofore unknown or obfuscatery phrases, for which I am grievously and pompously apologetic.
I write this not for me writing now but for you reading now
This Year’s Love
No matter if we go our separate ways.
You'd still be my “this year's love.”
in your eyes
When you see your unborn child in their eyes,
a feeling of unrest settles in your bones
as your soul weeps in silent joy.
Be a life well spent, a healer of weak, no death, no danger.
Definitely nothing sweet.
This fearfully gives way to
A life misspent, a protector of the weak, the death, the danger.
Definitely everthing sweet.
This Slowly gives way to
A life feared misspent, a pamper of the weak, sleeply in death, cautionary in danger.
Definitely miss the sweets.