Archive for November 2008
The Inability To Do Math
Never have I fallen so low.
Or been pushed down to the ground.
I bleed from all angles
And the lights don’t flash fast enough.
The siren doesn’t howl loud enough.
You’re sightless to my becoming.
A little farther away from you.
My nose bleeds. My elbow’s scraped.
I don’t want to feel.
Fury and resentment boil up inside of you
And I’m the breath of oxygen that sets up the blast.
I am not here out of want sir.
Just let me finish and I’ll stay out of your way.
I’ll be gone before you know it.
I’ll leave you alone, everlastingly.
She Hid Behind Greensleeves
I didn’t see this coming,
this sort of thing,
though winters in the past have brought me luck.
There must be something in the air this year.
The breeze filled with warm smell of spices in November
And a mystic cloudy gloom in December.
It’s all rather beautiful when put together.
But here I was, wondering what came next.
With so many things in mind,
I felt the need to perfect them,
But instead something has fallen perfectly in my lap.
I didn’t see this coming,
This sort of thing.
It’s all rather beautiful when put together.
Like November
There’s something this November that flies around the air.
It’s this peace and color that brightens more with every new sun.
And at night it illuminates our faces just enough.
The cold this year likes to tease but we still keep warm.
And our arms stay linked and connect at the bottom at our fingertips
As our heads rest on one another’s with an easing calm, for comfort.
I don’t see this often.
I’ve no desire to take it for granted.
That way I can feel it brand new each time.
Ask me anything you’d like.
Never say sorry.
Asleep in my Murphy Bed
Staring into a blank space,
I don’t see very much.
This is all too difficult for you.
To put a key in the door
But not for the night out.
I never was the perfect shape, was I?
Or the right size?
I never said anything just to make you happy.
What would you learn from that?
My shape doesn’t help you.
What good am I to you?
What use have I served?
You were never one to answer questions, were you?
The aqueduct is flooded.
My sense of right and wrong gets distorted by a random hug or an “I’m proud.”
So take your restless life out on me.
So that one day I can beg and plead!
For the forgiveness of my brother and mother.
For leaving them.
For not returning home until the ship passes.