24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There’s no goodbye
Just awkward exits
Until we meet again
For again is too long to me
If i die today
Would you give me a second thought
For intimacy we shared
Came at acquaintance lost
What happened to your smile
The chuckle that carried through the air
A squeeze that never wanted to let me go
Has lost its hold
There was a moment…
…where you brushed my hair from my face…
…where you took my hand in your own…
…where your eyes searched mine and they shined…
Then you closed that door and moved on.
(but for a moment, you were mine…)
#4 Poem for Nick Drake
Strange that I’d never heard
the haunting words you wrote.
Not once had I reveled in the
darkness found between the notes.
I think I have been in your room,
stood at the round window you had there.
I’ve gazed, misty across the meadows
that felt the weight of your thoughtful stare.
I see you were one not sad, but sick
the gloom that consumed you organically grown,
while your light long fingers danced on strings
words and melodies were born straight from bone.
My soul knows you, Nick, as a quiet man.
Your laughter comes from another room.
Your sadness comes close now with each careful word
I find you everywhere now, like the moon.
I was born an accident,
no longer a resident,
with no reason to repent,
Nothing more then
a failed abortion,
thrown into a world
of distortion.
Killed before my peers,
bringing out
my deepest fears,
while the crowed
shouts and cheers.
Here’s to the one,
they all chose
to pick on,
the one who
was only,
disposition
causing friction
within their beliefs,
receiving less relief,
in what they prefer,
but you’d rather refer,
to the misunderstood,
hiding under their hood,
avoiding conflicts,
resolving issues,
nothing more
then a box
of tissues,
only to
be misused.
I love you person
whose name
I cannot say
shamed to
acknowledge how
much I want
love with whomever
god has sent
me but I love you, too,
Man of romance
eternally we met and loved
Then you left,
Then me, now barely
Part of us, but
For forty years or more
I loved you always
Separated, near arms
Untouching until
Tomorrow when tomorrow
Is a day we cannot name
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow
Repeat this phrase today.
Such a glorious feeling, creativity
My favourite pen dances merrily
along immersed in vitality
My words it’s wake for all to see.
My words, my contribution to society,
my grip on literary opportunity.
The best me is creative me.
What more could I ask life to be?
This is a story of a boy, fifteen.
Kafka, turns into a cockroach, don’t
approach; I prefer isolation. No need,
no need. Go away.
I appreciate cross cultural references.
Meta-critical poetry. Metaphysical cross-
country. Metaphorical love-making.
Meta-l music. Meta-stasis from young to
younger. Meta-morphosis from man to—
Villain. Or maybe that is simply a trope.
I appreciate tropes. Not troops, military or
otherwise. That is simply too straight—
Forward.
Late-Night Talk Show
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you. Thank you.
What a great crowd. Not like last night’s.
We have a wonderful show for you tonight.
Speaking of the President, have you seen his ratings lately?
Where are you from? Indiana? How do you like New York?
Tonight’s Top Ten Thank-You Notes are…
Our first guest has a movie coming out this Friday.
You look great!
How much fun was it to work with her?
Here. Watch this clip.
Do you like to play Pictionary?
Thanks for being such a good sport.
Do you like animals?
Don’t bring that octopus near me. Take it away, please.
Do you like to laugh? Well, we’ve got a very funny man here tonight. Please welcome…
On my way here tonight I got stuck in this L.A. traffic.
And how ‘bout those airlines.
Our guest will be doing his stand-up at The Comedy Basement this Friday and Saturday in Athens Georgia. So if you’re in town…
Finally, tonight’s musical guest has just returned from their tour of Europe and Japan. Please welcome…
Stay tuned. We’ll be right back.
Thanks for watching.
My genre poem, complete with cliche:
Why Do Good Girls Like Bad Boys?
It was going so well with the handsome prince
who came to save her
until she met the dragon.