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"Brevity is the soul of wit" - Hamlet

"Technology is a trickster and it has been so since the first culture hero taught the human tribe how to spin wool before he pulled over our eyes..."
- Erik Davis, TechGnosis

"Life is the sum of all your choices" - Albert Camus

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Coffee & Bread

Ive been waiting for this rain for days now...
It came down,
Like electricity overhead, the city
Felt magneticly wet to the stem.

Im sitting at the kitchen table with some coffee & bread
Just wrote an email to an old friend that read:
Dear: You, Words. Love: Me.....thats it.
If not tonight, hell read it in the morning
Hell smile, send similar words before he forgets.

Im a random thought for others,
A praise, a blame, a kiss, a handshake
Whichever the case...
Ive always been here for the whole thing.
From the first steps, to playgrounds and graduations
to speakers that play sounds, then exclaimations
From a clenched wheel on a rainy road
To a stenciled feel from a nameless terminal
To dressy shoes, held-back hair in front of strangers,
Yet I had objectives, so I spoke like Ive known them for years
I left a good impression I think, for I never once let them blink.

I closed the door behind me, followed that feel, for I was starving
I walked past living rooms flooded with remote light, toys and noise
I went to the kitchen table, spread out my words into poetry and prose
My records on this day that the rains came....
Just another day....
Where I was there for the whole thing....

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A Poet’s last wish

Imagine this,
Imagine the windows that I have made
The souls that I have traced
For I wouldn’t exist
If you don’t…
See the world that I have faced

I hope you’re still there…
On the other side of this page
Can’t you see?
There is nothing that I have made
If you turn the other way…

Imagine now…
My heart is spilled on this page
All is futile if you escape
My tears on the pillow case

Look into the eyes
Of the soul which you have read
For I am exposed
And of that I will never regret
And I wish that you will never forget

My last wish…

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My Indifference

my indifference means
a lack of something
of something good

of a girl
of a friend
of a song
a moment, a meal, a memory

if they asked me how I feel
that's what I would say

but they didn't ask
because they aren't here

that's my indifference


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Metal + Glass

A faint train blows
Sliding along the Earth's shore

Your pillow rustles against your head
The noise competes
With that distant blurrly breath
Don't let

Because just when you lay still
And leak into slumber

You'll forget its existence
You'll hear the faint train blow
You'll remember then

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I Wrote It

I poem if I could
I’ll write it
A stone made of wood
I’ll bite it

The highs and lows
Survive on your toes
Means letting go
I know it

Left cold
Let in
Letter by letter
I wrote it

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31 More

I really just want 31 more
Make me like Jesus
Father didn’t carpent
But carpets he bought
Brought on his back
I didn’t go anything really

Third person glory glares like novellas
on a convex glass mask
I answer phones all day
So as not to answer my own

I really just want 31 more
I’ll do better I promise

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Early in the Morning

Early in the morning
Awakened slightly
soft acoustics, listened nightly
Afternoon's plans fell through by night fall
Yet fell lightly

All is well
For the vision stays still
The weather outside stirs
Blurs into ambiguity
Tingles the fingertips
But doesnt mend the calm mind
Early in the morning

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Mother's Nature

Here's what I know
The rain is falling and it won't stop
And I'm under a tree
It seems that I'm waiting to go back home
But...

I forgot why I'm under a tree
If I remembered
This event would be in vain
Waiting in vain for a woman to rain
For nature's mother
And her pain...

It all sounds a bit silly
Would I let myself do that?
Would I really?

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Cold Tea

The young put cold water into their hot tea,
They can't wait...

As they age,
Their music slows down
They slowly sip their tea
Their lips can stand the boiling liquid
They feel at home,
Like a duck on a lake...

In time,
They'll sit there and talk about how they did it differently...

They'll wait.

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31 More

I really just want 31 more
Make me like Jesus
Father didn’t carpent
But carpets he bought
Brought on his back
I didn’t go anything really

Third person glory glares like novellas
on a convex glass mask
I answer phones all day
So as not to answer my own

I really just want 31 more
I’ll do better I promise

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Jesus in the Park in the Rainforest

through the rainforest
my mind felt clear
she wore a corset
she promised me 31 more years
if i said her name in grace
i don’t know how
i said
its a voice that I’ve never had

she promised that i couldn’t lose
because i don’t really have anything
i said something like
i wear $1000 clothes
and you don’t even know

my people are older than him
and you don’t even know
older than you you know

Yes. but you aren’t
I’m your holy love unlike most
so follow me and forget about me
and ill call off my ghost

the most you’ll ever be is an empty cup
this is not hot pink
this is not a condo
this is all that matters

when you shatter to pieces
all 31 of them
you’ll only know my name
under a spell
you think

i feel my fall
i felt asleep


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