The years are clicking in the rocks
in my shoes
your voice
your voice is a limb
scaping the window
while the wind blows the
snow across
my eyes. I do not see.
There is
the points in my feet
and the sound while
the minus
is everything else.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Ashamed
I'm not all of America
not even a good representation
of normal. Just one person
maybe a little strange, and
certainly not that important,
but i still feel responsible
for what we do.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
If
is a pretty big word
close calls near misses
new momma nearly bleeds to death
on your watch
boy falls 3 stories from rooftop
lands on broken feet
broken axle, switchback roads
back then forth
toddler wanders off in a foreign land
crowded marketplace
if
you were
if
you could
if
you knew better
if
is a very big word
is a pretty big word
close calls near misses
new momma nearly bleeds to death
on your watch
boy falls 3 stories from rooftop
lands on broken feet
broken axle, switchback roads
back then forth
toddler wanders off in a foreign land
crowded marketplace
if
you were
if
you could
if
you knew better
if
is a very big word
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
image
looking
outside through a(rain
soaked)
window on the
4th
floor
grey sky
grey rain
down below
someone walks
under
an orange
& white
umbrella breaking
the grey tableau
outside through a(rain
soaked)
window on the
4th
floor
grey sky
grey rain
down below
someone walks
under
an orange
& white
umbrella breaking
the grey tableau
Cruising
Do you ever feel like a solid old car
with rust damage along the bottom;
with corrosion caused by salt;
caused by solutions?
Monday, May 4, 2009
There really is no hurry.
It feels like it, yes,
But feelings are often wrong,
And trust is easily misplaced
In warm colors and
confident hands.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Undisturbed
- Pot pies heat longer at altitude,
same bright chicken though, same warm gravy.
- Amped up on home made coffee,
feeling dark roasted, feeling quite shiny.
- Lunching early today with easy thoughts,
the work goes down smooth, undisturbed.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
- Coffee steaming next to laptop,
daily news rattles like city traffic .
- Tired eyes and aching body hold
a mind, not on fire, but smoldering.
- Kindling carefully applied and a soft
exhale, seeking to breathe flame back in.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
musing on identity
really, i have an
identity
amazingly
i do
but they get
it wrong
all the time
lets start in the middle
and work our
way out
we'll be going
left & right
atthesametime
but its the
process, man,
the process
the middle letter
is "d"
not hard, right
simple
i got that grade a lot
in school
on either
side of "d"
is an "n"
so we have
one "d" &
two "n's"
to the left
of an "n" we
have an "i"
to the right of
the other "n"
an "e"
got it?
let's keep this
thought train
going
to the left of
the "i" is an "L"
to the right of the far
right "e" is an "r"
one "d"
two "n's"
one "i"
one "e"
one "L"
& one "r"
try and pronounce that
you'll get it wrong
most do
i'm used to it
the Germans pronounce the
"d" as a "t" i've done
research
i know this
most drop the second
"n" for some reason
identity
amazingly
i do
but they get
it wrong
all the time
lets start in the middle
and work our
way out
we'll be going
left & right
atthesametime
but its the
process, man,
the process
the middle letter
is "d"
not hard, right
simple
i got that grade a lot
in school
on either
side of "d"
is an "n"
so we have
one "d" &
two "n's"
to the left
of an "n" we
have an "i"
to the right of
the other "n"
an "e"
got it?
let's keep this
thought train
going
to the left of
the "i" is an "L"
to the right of the far
right "e" is an "r"
one "d"
two "n's"
one "i"
one "e"
one "L"
& one "r"
try and pronounce that
you'll get it wrong
most do
i'm used to it
the Germans pronounce the
"d" as a "t" i've done
research
i know this
most drop the second
"n" for some reason
Saturday, March 21, 2009
In My World
he had green eyes
like a cat with white fur
sunny
i followed him across a field
meadow grass, wildflowers
linen shirt, arms- castle wall strong
he saw me watching
as he
moved the ground
beneath me
and opened his mouth to speak
yellow butterflies
fell from his lips
and then they flew away
like a cat with white fur
sunny
i followed him across a field
meadow grass, wildflowers
linen shirt, arms- castle wall strong
he saw me watching
as he
moved the ground
beneath me
and opened his mouth to speak
yellow butterflies
fell from his lips
and then they flew away
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Inspired by DWC's Poem
I too am a cliche:
programmer by profession
intellectual by habit
anti-social by nature,
contrasted with a desire
to be accepted.
I am also not a cliche,
but to an unkind eye
with little patience
to gather understanding
I would certainly appear
well defined.
programmer by profession
intellectual by habit
anti-social by nature,
contrasted with a desire
to be accepted.
I am also not a cliche,
but to an unkind eye
with little patience
to gather understanding
I would certainly appear
well defined.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
untitled: a study
i
realized today
that i am
the cliche
a librarian:
single
two cats
who has a
penchant for
cardigan
sweaters
(today's
blue) the brown
one
unceremoniously
balled up
& cast
on the
floor
of
my car
realized today
that i am
the cliche
a librarian:
single
two cats
who has a
penchant for
cardigan
sweaters
(today's
blue) the brown
one
unceremoniously
balled up
& cast
on the
floor
of
my car
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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