08
Sep
12

fragments

i sit here in the night

gazing through a closed window

life-filled things absent and missing

yet i feel movement just before the numbness of sleep

in the hardening ground a stirring

and in that place between this night and the dream

in half-sleep

oblivious to time

the moment before inner-sanctum before innocence

thoughts come in fragments

like my fitful sleep

guilt and remorse and yearning make strange dream fellows

~~~

you left your imprint behind

at least, i think it was yours…

the fragments of my memory

recall something’s lost something’s gained

but perhaps the past does not exist at all

some concept i’ve fabricated

the moment i became aware of innocence

i no longer had it

the moment i became aware of me

i no longer had you

i look for a quick fix of reality

and i read the last chapter first like a coward

~~~

my mind’s a void it can’t accept or except

i surface for a minute and slip away in neutral

it’s here and now and then

if i can’t go back how can i go forward

if my expedition is to find truth

i must find it first in myself

these words, fragments of a life that i can’t delete

which means a memory of sorts

or enter which means a commitment of a kind

are metaphors for loving

while i fight the dream when i sleep

i desire the dream while i wake

18
Apr
14

out on the rockface

 

out on the rockface

where life clings

>existing

olympus rumbles

you can’t move

>paralysing

you find refuge

in the comfort crests

>gilding

while zeuss thunders

and dares you leave

>scaring

those fears

that petrify the spirit

>freezing

that rupture the will

that collapse the mind

>melting

the dizzying heights

the desolate lows

>stumbling

the risks

the letting gos

>challenging

the soft landings

the bracing firs

>embolden

the grace

the wonder

>enlighten

the self

the purpose

>justify

beyond the ridges

beyond the stasis

>beckon

the brave

the love

>entwine

 

13
Mar
14

ungolden

 

wounds once

healed in moments

scarless in sunshine

now interminable

hearts once

broken on sundays

revived on mondays

now unfathomable

vessels once

frozen in winter

flowing in spring

now deserted, unplumbed

 

the sweet dreams

gone to bed

the childhood prayers

gone unsaid

the mother of warm

gone to cold

the father of time

gone to sold

the coming of years

gone to trust

the shining of reflection

gone to rust, ungolden

 

11
Mar
14

bugs (too)

out of my league
triple a or d
whilst
the royal no
steve harper
liberal
stephen harper
reform(ed)
adult conversation
nyuk nyuk
apricots
ape-ricots
tomato
tomatto
potato
potato (not falling for that one)
excuse me?
there’s no excuse for you
i can’t believe i just said that
i can
you’re incredbile
that’s incredulous
wtf?
want to/what the?
cold enough for ya
yeah, i’m acclimatised to fused eyelashes
climate change
like pocket change, dangerous when wet
bobsleigh
bobsled
bobslayers
bobsledders with blades
sleigh
dashing thru the snow
thru
ok if used thruout
slay
you slay me
led
get the lead out
it’s i
naughty young churchill’s “it’s me”
i’m done bugging
finished? for now…

03
Feb
14

inter alia

 

here i am again

in first person

keeping you second

and out of the rain

peering from a window that isn’t there

showing its limitations

to windows i should have opened

and silence

showing its testimony

to lines i should have sung

 “a cottonwood moon

slipping through forms

with fingers of velvetine”

but i’m no gypsy

i have my needs

even a penny for my thoughts

pays it forward to the next one

and out on the ledge that isn’t there

i look for people looking up hoping

i splatter among the unwashed

then i am a gypsy

and have no needs

money can’t make me think

or payforward grateful

so i pretend

and play among words

as if they are my metier

which is so crassly pathetic

however needless it is to be said

in the same voice which made you second

out of the pain

which i have done

inter alia

03
Feb
14

monkey business

 

saw a photo in the newspaper today

came as quite a surprise

didn’t really look like me

not punky-faced, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed

underneath it read

“died accidentally

eating a banana

unpeeled.

in lieu of palm leaves

donations to the society for the prevention of cruelty to humans

who act like monkeys

appreciated.”

rafiki, king kong, curious george

27
Jan
14

bugs (bunny)

impacted

no such verb

blessed

aren’t we all

journey

life’s no trip

thoughts and prayers

send gifts

gig

gag

yo

yo-yo

brand

oscar

sexting

come again?

fist bump

smash face

fuck off

oh, I like that one, sorry

sorry

bullshit

liberal media

truth bias

conservative media

biased truth

rights

wrongs

whatever

whatever

god bless america

inshallah

i beg your pardon

i really do

goes without saying

that’s all, doc

25
Jan
14

urgent memo to the sane

sanity

is nothing to revello in

that would be chocolate covered icecream

it’s only a pause

beteween crazy

and less crazy

more or less crazy but that’s the idea

as in crazy/sane/less crazy/sane/crazy…

the psychopaths, the sociopaths

they’re warriors, release them, on the enemies

the artists, the dreamers

they’re creators, increase them, on the friendlies.

to the conformists

the rule abiders

those not caught

tHOsE

wHo

can’t tolerate

FREEverse

even though it’s free

and lines written like this, DOESN’T it BUG you?

and if it weren’t for the crazies

we’d still be flat earth

congratulations flat earth society members. you are

the standard bearers

like those who believe there is a g(odd)

who persist in preaching right or wrong

with no pause

who/which delivers the crazies to heaven

waaaaaaay the hell up there somewhere not way the hall downstairs somewhere ONLY

if they repent and false witness and act as if their own stupid little lives are one in eight billion special

and, wait for it…blessed.

so sanity isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be

the cracked up and being are the crazies

who suffer needlessly the sane

in a closet society.

slam the door lightly when you go,

please




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