Showing posts with label day 16. Show all posts
Showing posts with label day 16. Show all posts

Monday, January 17, 2011

mightier

yes,
swords are still powerful
you are
moved by an old symbol

held up to ridicule,
psychometaphor exposed
obsolete, irrelevant in the age of
gunfire and corporations

swords still powerful, look—
symbols rule our lives
if you don't believe it,
i'll show you some websites
that confirm what i think

Sunday, January 16, 2011

PORTRAIT

Just the scabs and splits
bent knee hanging off the edge
diamond nostrils
old lashes
denim legs lapping
and the ring on the string
tube sock to the
bottleneck calf
plucked knees rising
snow-globed
walker’s punctuation

and there is nothing wrong with that

when your friends get rejected, your own world sucks secondary;
and you feel angry because they can't yet, and you move on because they can't yet,
and they come in to their own feelings, and you go back to your own feelings,
and (access to nurturing work,) you feel good because they have come to you,
or because you were there, and because you are here.

This is only a poem in that it is inscribed within one blog post.

Earphones?
I always though you meant earthquakes.
Well, go ahead. Pour me a cup too.
I'm trying to think of what this means and I can't think of it.
I'm not that good at keeping my legs still. The coffee, maybe.
This is only a poem in that it is inscribed within one blog post.
And though the hot sauce flows, I remain cold.
I only know poems about poems.
Which sucks, it does.

happy new year

it's been sixteen days
since i said i would change

but what of it
how can a person change so much so soon

actions speak louder than dreams


i still believe that i can become that person that
I
dreamt of
in front of friends and acquaintances

no, a heart to change the world
will come eventually
but of course i'd rather
sooner than

later

my body may not feel it
but my mind knows it

until then

keep dreaming for future days
that have passed many times before

make the cold go away

FLOWER



Vivid

Sights,

And a

Smell

of

Color.


The

Graves

Gather

The

Festive

Flower'


The

Fresher

The

Bouquet,

The

Warmer

The

Body.