24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Somewhere only the darkness is familiar with.
We know how important it is to go there
If you want to know the secrets of the universe.
We don’t belong in the belfry of darkness.
We have a higher calling such as finding a way to
Go to the equator and wait for the sun to strike at just the right time.
When it’s all over, we’ll be able to rise out of the ashes
And be reborn in a new image.
Then, you’ll finally achieve enlightenment.
he was a man who made hats
he was a man who wore hats
he wore his hats to tea parties
he wore black hats with white ribbons
to sad parties, tea without sugar,
green hats he wore in springtime,
until springtime grew to autumn.
he planned the best parties
hats were required, necessities,
the hatter who made hats
the hatter who wore hats.
Forever now,
The in flowing
The outgoing
Like a never ready—
Everflux battery.
Hot night air blows furiously pass dainty burgundy curtains. Matching blinds drawn slightly
Musky scent of city combined with living . Hard work he was never scared to work I bleed green always a marine is what he’d say
Sweet tincture, amber hued, with forgetfulness imbued,
Cure me.
Make insensible my tongue, as the woe from me is wrung,
Endure me.
If I languish all forlorn, with guttate spell quoth, nevermore–
Adjure me.
I’ll misremember at first light, oblivion is mine tonight,
Reassure me.
Sweet tincture, amber hued, with forgetfulness imbued,
Nepenthe
It is usual for me
to forget things and lose things
no, forget faces and lose memory
no, forget sins and lose patience
no, forget courtsey and lose respect
no, forget the milk on fire and lose my ear-rings while taking the dress off
but all that is usual right?
What is unusual is that
I lost my measure of height and forgot I was half an inch higher
and so I married
a man half inch shorter and thats why
Lose the goddamn need to tattoo
Your life on your ass
And then bitch
Because people are all up in your business
Lose the goddamn need to defend
The political machine
When he’s an ass
On the world’s stage
Lose the goddamn need to create
Drama out of nothing
When life just flat out is what it is
And everyone can move along.
Lose the goddamn need for validation
Every damn time you turn around
Trolling social media
Like it put the dope in dopamine.
Lose the goddamn need to give up
Personal rights and freedoms
Even when you are the only one
Who cares.
She came to me some months ago
28.6km – a short night flight
She wore a burnt orange shift
and found me at a white banquet table, on a white chair
She said, as she always did, “I love you, darlin’”
I woke up crying
White sheets in a white room
I went to her some weeks ago
28.6km – bad traffic on a Friday afternoon
She was so thin, ever silent but aware
in the “Cadillac of wheelchairs”
A regal edge in her upturned chin, stubborn glare
After an hour or so, she was taken to bed
I put my hand on her head,
She flinched.
Concrete Blonde
My physical virginity had long been lost
to a molester’s cruel hands when I,
fed up with being afraid, lost my spiritual
virginity to one who was unworthy,
and unaware of the sacrificial altar that his
living room floor then became.
The alternative group Concrete Blonde
wailed their ethereal grunge in the background
of an act that took less than the time
of the B side of their album.
We fumbled with clothes, I pretended to love,
finally betrayed at summer’s end. For a time
I became the concrete blonde myself, hardened
and hollowed out, ghosting along the sidelines
and hurting for someone who didn’t deserve my pain.
No one knows what it’s like to be the bad man. That is
One of the best songs I’ve ever heard.
Probably because it’s so much different and more
Quiet than the lame EDM crap we have today.
Rather, it has a
Soulful melody and the
Timing is simply perfect.
Underneath it all, you realize that, while it’s not
Vivacious, it’s a very well
Written piece of music. It transports you to a state of
Xanadu and makes
You want to leave the world behind and
Zip over to Shangri La.