Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Frothing Milk At 10 In The Evening

A swirling vortex
Such a cliche image
But I can see how so many people
Describe themselves with it                     no, their futures
It's a thrilling image
And the despair
The ever exciting despair
That goes along with it
Is part and parcel of the human condition

Still though
I don't feel despair
But I do feel excited
Because I know that vortex
Is frothing my milk
And turning something ordinary             everyday
Into something extraordinary

And
Really
I think we all just need
A bit more of the extraordinary
In our lives
Don't you?

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

They Said I'd Never Been Any Good At Outdoor Sports

I was clumsy
I couldn't catch
Or throw
Pass
or Receive
But what they didn't know
Is that I have wings
And I can fly

Monday, January 29, 2007

Let the sparrow out of it's wicker basket

And show it the stage

Just like a little bird
I hop
And sing
Quietly
Breathing short
shallow breaths
and breathing a lot
But then I fly away
When my branch is shaken
Taking flight
And not looking back;
not with my eyes, anyway.

I wish I were more
Like a classic tenor
Full of power
And might
Balanced with delicacy of thought
and of feeling
Filling the space around me
With whatever I want
And standing my ground
Connected with the earth
With my eyes wide open
Taking a breath only occasionally
But when I do,
I breath in the world.

Ugh

Sorry for not posting in a while. I'll post something now and something later today to make up for it.

Wait
At the water
For that boat
You can see
In the distance
To pull up
And for it's beautiful captain
To tell you
To jump on
And sail away

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Regina Spektor's Voice Break

Like a hiccough
only melodic
and filled with beauty
                              art
                                  and the free feeling you get
                                          just before you leap
                                                from a swing
                              landing hard
      and rushing back on

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

.

Like two giant seals
They approached me
pressed against me
And wetly
sucked me in

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

English

I really
truly
honestly
completely
totally
fully
ridiculously
dislike adverbs

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Chocolate Chai and Questions

Sometimes I wonder
He said to me
And I'm so full of questions
and I can't think

And for a moment there were questions for me too
But then I had another sip of my chocolate chai
And those questions rushed away
Replaced by mellow brown
And ruddy red

For Gen

If only the stars in the sky
Shone as bright as you do
My dear,
Then the night would never be dark
But it would shimmer
And dance as you do
My dear.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Spider

Spider
with your legs
perform acupuncture on the world

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Once again

Turn
kick
step
knee ballchange                       life
again
turn
kick
step
knee ballchange                       always goes on
again
turn
kick
step
knee ballchange                       usually the same
again
turn
kick
step
knee ballchange                       but sometimes
again
turn
kick
step
knee ballchange                       it changes a bit
jeté

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

To those who expect things from me

I'm too slow
I'm going fast as I can
But I'm too slow
Please try to understand
I'm going fast as I can
But I know that I'm too slow
And I'm speeding up
And it scares me

Monday, January 15, 2007

A withered tree
no leaves
no life
is still not a dead thing
for even that tree
has the memory of green summers
in the sun
and knows to wait
for spring and
the songs of baby birds.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Amy Grant
Sang about Life
                  Love
            And Other Mysteries

I want to know
Why is that important to us
And why do we need answers

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Call on Me Inspired This

Dancing
But not free
Not wild
Not with the wind
And the trees
And the sky

But Dancing.
With sweat.
And unpleasant people.
Loud music.
Lights.
Headaches.
Drugs.

But the sweat is good
Not all the people are unpleasant
With the music so loud, you can feel it inside of your body
Lights that take you away to another place
Your head hurting because it's so full
And drugs

Well
Less said about that
The better.

(http://youtube.com/watch?v=Rk_MtobEmVQ)

Thursday, January 11, 2007

This Happened to Me Today

This is not about poverty.


no more chocolate

I told her

i've had so much over the holidays
i can't eat anymore

She laughed
Sympathetically
We went back to work
Excuse me,
said the man
shivering
his nose buried in a towel
his jacket stuffed with paper
and trash
for warmth
Do you have any bottles?
I could take them off your hands, if you would like.
I'm hoping to make enough to buy a sandwich
for supper tonight.
The depot closes in ten minutes.
She went and looked
I invited the man to take a seat
Then went back to work

sorry
i just have these few
but they are something

He beamed at her
You're too kind, thank you.
I'ts a dozen more that I didn't have before.
His eyes
fell on the chocolate
with a thud
I'm sorry to ask this,
But those are my favourites.
I've imposed so much already,
But may I have one?
We nodded
and with a polite eagerness
he took only one
and closing his eyes
smiled, and was quiet.
No, I shouldn't,
He laughed
after I asked him to take them all
They're not very healthy,
And would rot my teeth.
Thank you
All the same.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Tonight

Tonight
I will call you
I will call you by your name
Tonight I will call you by your name
And I will leave
And I will leave it at that
And I will leave it at that until you call me back
Shouting my name
Shouting my name with desperation
Shouting my name with desperation until you realise

That's not my name any more

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Monday, January 8, 2007

Steeping

The water
hot (that's the good part)
and wet (that's the important part)
drowns the leaves
and pieces of fruit
and... stuff (I'm never sure what is what)
the teabits sigh
making me wish that I was the stuff with which you make tea

Sunday, January 7, 2007

Stacks

Stacks of memories
bits and pieces
stuck on my bed
in a limbo
so to speak
I have to find out
Where they need to be
Who they belong to
And what they really are
Before I can do anything
To lessen
the stacks of memories
stuck on my bed

no title for you!

Damn, this is late.

What
What would you like me to do?
I could lay here
Supine
Staring you in the eyes
While you painted me

Or

I could crouch at the edge of your bed
Watching you sleep
Waiting for you to wake up
So I could pounce on you
And make you smile

But

You say to me
I don't want that
I don't want smiles
Or paintings
Or your silly cookies and trinkets
I want something complicated
And extreme

And I say

Damn. That's lame.

Friday, January 5, 2007

Experiment in Absolutely Nothing. :p

He
He Saw
He saw my shirt
He saw my shirt and then he died
He saw my shirt, and then he died. Just looked at it and hit the ground.
Just looked at it and hit the ground
Just looked
Just

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Tired Girl I Saw And Then Didn't

or
Pablo is a Jerk.

Her eyes were nearly shut
    glazed
chin tucked into her scarf
                                  woolen
she drifted as the people
                             equally lulled
surrounded, melding with her
                                            a girl
until she was lost
                        in the crowd

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Ah, bus poetry. I digs it.

Untitled

Her book was naked
       stripped of identifying marks
       with nothing but back paper
               between it           and the words
                                   inside

I wanted to ask her
       "Are you making a statement
               about how a book
                               is a book
               and all books are good

       Or are you ashamed
               that you
                          a 30 year old woman
             is reading Harry Potter?"

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

Crunchy Apathy

Dead
Like the leaf I go out of my way
                                           to step on
It sits there
                not rotting
nor decomposing
but it is dead
                          perhaps more accurately
                                it is without life.

Monday, January 1, 2007

Outer Edge

It's the other side of the year, and welcome to the actual start.

Homeless Man Asking Me Questions

He mumbled
fumbled
asked me "Is the bus free?"

I paused he's really hard to understand
Then told him
Yes
It is
For tonight
But not tommorow.

"Well"
he said with a smile
"I guess I won't go very far"

One Poem and One Day At A Time

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