Thursday, October 22, 2009

whatever we want it to be

As fast as a goat on fire
the dust bunnies multiply
and my fingers land in small places
talent hidden in the cracks of seldom cleaned keyboards
self-doubt and neglected regret fester
and grow as a helium ballon fills quickl… bbang!
and quiet if the loudest sound I’ve ever heard
silence festers too, and breaks with as little as a whimper
and as diffucultly as dragging yourself naked through twisted, rusted metal
is breaking it can be even harder
potato listens
hands pick
moment happening
and ya missed it you just had to blink, didn’t yah?
rolling slowly and still getting mossy
stoned or not
cold or hot
can I get a side of cheese with that iprc makes me pee

hanging out at your house ahh aren’t u guys cute
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAVE THIS POEM AS A GIFT

sometimes

I sometimes think about just for the sake of typing
No plan, no universal line of thought…
Just like an old hobo jumpimg on the first feight train he sees
not x caring about direction
like a school marm not really caring if every jonhy and suses in attenedance
and damn to paperwork
but somehow, I never really mmanaged to do it just yet
Like he ancedote of the doged bullet
I’m afraid any pem half-cocked is crap
and I am not on to tolerate imperfection on paper

ps thers spelling errors and this time, I didn’t bother to fiXanything! so ha

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Eddies

Eddies of swirling water splashing us
as if the rivers fingers were reaching out to wave at us
Moss draped heated rocks
Arachnids await prey
My warnings come to late
I watch silken spun gossamer being torn asunder
spider loses carefully wrapped dinner
As I turn to leave the ash colored spider already begins to weave again
It's a reminder that life while fragile always beigins anew
Nature prevails