Showing posts with label I have no idea what this poem is about. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I have no idea what this poem is about. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Musings 1

A small point of light
Shines in the corner of the room.
                                                  The rest of the room is dark.
                              The light is
                                             Yellow
                                           Sharp
                                         Indistinct
                                                  Because I'm not wearing my glasses

It doesn't light up anything else in the room.
It's a solitary light,
A light that is not
Prone to sharing

And I wonder
                                                  Does light
                                                  Go to kindergarten?

Thursday, February 8, 2007

This morning
Just before I woke up
In the beautiful sliver of time between complete sleep
And the world awake
I had a dream.

There was a hall
There was a hall that went on
There were doors in that hall
That hall that just kept going on
But the doors looked the same
As all the other doors
In that hall that went on
And on
There were flowers on the ground
Growing and green.

And that was all.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Spider

Spider
with your legs
perform acupuncture on the world

Thursday, January 18, 2007

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)

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

One Poem and One Day At A Time

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