2008.
I found out from
the internet for free
about the sea
of words
engulfed in itself
no one.
can tell me why
any of them matter
or if they have given
this girl
picture: long rows
of hair tangled
in pink ties
“I want to die”
she wrote in small letters
on this same blank page
a new name
rock to stand on
said follow me
she can’t even make out
that nether world
where we argue
truth-for-truth
if she saw you
she’d say “you’re ignorant”
2007.
10.11 – imagining (imaging) a twenty story, ladder-by-ladder loft
i can draw better
with words
than with pictures
but either way
it is so hard
to recreate
the misty visions
of my dreams
but I must try
for they have
infinite appeal
10.11 – like a scrape (or a death)
rough and right reality
really cuts through the fake
parts of life we don’t control
the insincere, the otherwise
10.11 – without it
where is the sun!?
where is the running?!
where is the light hitting our backs,
reflecting through our hair?
is it true, what they say?
that beautiful things will
find a way to curse me.
10.8 – similar shoes and hats
you’re just another one of those
somehow though tried not to be
tried to be all genuine
but ya’ll wound up the same
learn to like new things, dumb ones
and hang out with oldies
babies that aren’t you
or someone just like
10.3 – equal
beautiful anger
absolute sincerity
10.1 – emerging
out out of depths
dark ones, deep ones
emerging understanding
is alarmingly changing
all that comes up next
the just-around-the-corner–
then a big dark secret–
just became OK
just began its ascent
into the light
9.28 – Medi-Sin
Doctors never did much more
than tell me I was broken
send me on my way
not much better than my pain
at a much greater cost
9.27 – City Kids: Streets and Guns
the beauty of deer scared
in the forest. scaring
you with their meek eyes
and ability to dart away
instantly
perhaps over your head
two days later
your friend’s cousin
shot down the hill
9.25 – these days
we don’t need to be so scared.
but.
where are all the feeling i used to have?
i remember they were but not what are
9.14 – a place to my very own (fortress!)
lately i am terrible at being alone
i just waste and gather wool
making nothing
not even a sweater to keep
me warm in the winter
i see quickly approaching
9.1 – if we are to work
there really must
be trust between
those who work
alongside the day
8.25 – i want to..
..fall in love
with an idea
and do that
..fall in love
with a king
and follow
..fall in love
with her
and love
8.2 – a birthday poem
i am glad you were born
please stay alive
there are things here
