After the speed of the day
Stop.
Not the full frontal, foot on brake
where the whole body jerks
It is a soft slow down
where muscles slow in
motions that are replayed.
After the day
where speed, dodging
between people
there is no speed bump, not light to tell you to
Stop
and end this.
So the day moves on
in acceleration
until the hours drift
and each appendage calls it a night
and you wind down
until you stop.
Showing posts with label poem 20. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 20. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Kamikaze
child watches Kamikaze
too short to ride.
what would it be like
to be so high?
to move so fast?
someday i will be tall enough.
will i be tall enough someday?
tall enough child
watches shorter child on the ground.
Kamikaze clanks
rotates
stops, starts
loading, unloading ticket holders.
between flips
remembering shortness.
flipping doesn't feel quite like flipping looks
unfathomable, otherworldly
height looks
mammoth.
from the inside
you still look out of
the same eyes.
and it somehow
persists
in looking
fathomable
uncannily
like real life.
Kamikaze flips
spins circles
unfeeling
unaware
reliably, dutifully
continuing.
too short to ride.
what would it be like
to be so high?
to move so fast?
someday i will be tall enough.
will i be tall enough someday?
tall enough child
watches shorter child on the ground.
Kamikaze clanks
rotates
stops, starts
loading, unloading ticket holders.
between flips
remembering shortness.
flipping doesn't feel quite like flipping looks
unfathomable, otherworldly
height looks
mammoth.
from the inside
you still look out of
the same eyes.
and it somehow
persists
in looking
fathomable
uncannily
like real life.
Kamikaze flips
spins circles
unfeeling
unaware
reliably, dutifully
continuing.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
better one than the other
He had seen an octopus inside, more than three centuries old, whose tentacles emerged through the openings in the cannon and who had grown to such a size in the dining room that one would have to destroy the ship to free him.
-Gabrial Garcia Marquez
It is true.
Every thing you have ever heard.
Sink into that like settling on a pile of free wood,
or onto a crusty snow bank.
There is enough room for you in all this too.
-Gabrial Garcia Marquez
It is true.
Every thing you have ever heard.
Sink into that like settling on a pile of free wood,
or onto a crusty snow bank.
There is enough room for you in all this too.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wase
The drawer meets you halfway,
sailing from its plane into your belly.
Forwardly, the door meets you halfway.
It could have known you were coming. I knew. I met you halfway. Your hands were pouring.
Did it tell you? I put the door half open.
I set the drawer on a loose rail. The walls following. You never got all the way to it.
I never meant to slow your going, with my greeting. You got halfway.
sailing from its plane into your belly.
Forwardly, the door meets you halfway.
It could have known you were coming. I knew. I met you halfway. Your hands were pouring.
Did it tell you? I put the door half open.
I set the drawer on a loose rail. The walls following. You never got all the way to it.
I never meant to slow your going, with my greeting. You got halfway.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Survey
Survey Question:
"Tell me a story about food."
Out of seven polled (via text message), five responded:
TB text #1: a parakeet flies into a bowl of mashed potatoes
TB text #2: good thing it wasnt limestone! it was soft enough ti eat. the bird never wanted to leave. thus food was invented
AL: They treat beef with ammonia. Ew
LA: I disgustingly had to eat a squagel this morning!
SWK text #1: One time I ate elephant in thailand . The people said they had found it on the side of the road. It was rubbery and Blubbery like what I would imagine whale to
SWK text #2: Taste like.
JF: Two peanuts went into the alley behind a bar. One was a salted
Conclusions: I don't know what I expected, but I sure got it.
"Tell me a story about food."
Out of seven polled (via text message), five responded:
TB text #1: a parakeet flies into a bowl of mashed potatoes
TB text #2: good thing it wasnt limestone! it was soft enough ti eat. the bird never wanted to leave. thus food was invented
AL: They treat beef with ammonia. Ew
LA: I disgustingly had to eat a squagel this morning!
SWK text #1: One time I ate elephant in thailand . The people said they had found it on the side of the road. It was rubbery and Blubbery like what I would imagine whale to
SWK text #2: Taste like.
JF: Two peanuts went into the alley behind a bar. One was a salted
Conclusions: I don't know what I expected, but I sure got it.
departures
the thought of leaving this place
is always in the back of my head
where can i go?
where do i want to go?
where is the best place to go?
these are the questions that hold me back from departure
who will i leave behind?
can i survive without them?
can they survive without me?
perhaps i am less important than i think
mostly just afraid to go
afraid of what will happen if i leave
afraid of what awaits me
but really, what's the worst that could happen?
is always in the back of my head
where can i go?
where do i want to go?
where is the best place to go?
these are the questions that hold me back from departure
who will i leave behind?
can i survive without them?
can they survive without me?
perhaps i am less important than i think
mostly just afraid to go
afraid of what will happen if i leave
afraid of what awaits me
but really, what's the worst that could happen?
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