November 2011
8 posts
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Staying Up Late
I’ve got a problem that keeps me up at night, Like a nightmare, like a cold sweat, Like taking sixteen caffeine pills, It starts with P, and ends with oetry, It’s the stringing together of words in whatever manner I please to convey some meaning or some scene or some whimsical fantasy And sometimes its value, this “P” and this “oetry” surpass that of even sleep,...
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Letdown
FIVE. Come. Come. Land. Land. I implore you! Everyone’s skin is so peach, or brown, or black. Where is the green? Come, please, strange beings, and change everything! FOUR. Society makes me sore. Would you shake it up? Shuffle it like cards? Become the long needed bards? Restore our eroded yards, inflate our shrunken hearts? THREE. I hear a scream. Is this a dream? A strange...
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Learning to do a Handstand
Turn me upside down, Physics, and let me stay there for a while, because somehow from this view, it’s all a bit more sound. Down seems up, low seems high, hands seem feet, and feet seem sky.
Please let me balance like this, Gravity, with my soul on the ground until that dirty, dirty world gets itself flipped back around.
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Je t'ai déjà oublié
Je t’écris que je suis plus humaine que toi parce que tu ne reconnais pas l’égalité en moi. Moi, comme Khady Demba, je suis un oiseau, Je le sais, l’oiseau le sait, toute espèce d’oiseau qui vole aux hauteurs que tu ne verras jamais, nous constatons bien cette vérité, cette quelque chose que tu n’auras Jamais, Jamais, Jamais. Ni les ailes pour voyager, ni les plumes...
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so you want to be a writer?
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do it. if you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it. if...
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Sickness putting me out of shape
I’m sick, coughing, dripping goo, singing a hacking that makes all in the library hate me to the sun, and back—twice! I want my health from the sun back. I listen to music and want to dance, by going to the gym, and sprinting myself to death, and lifting the weight of the world with workout machines until I’m out of breath. But when I pick up the pace, the fever kicks in, and I...
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Ivy League Academia
In the Tree I think there’s no one out there for me because I listen, ears-open, hard and close, and not a single heart sings. I hear some scratching on a chalkboard, some chins dragging on the ground, a pen scribbling down econ notes, but I hear no cries of going on boats, or marching on parade floats, or flying over alligator moats. Biology, Chemistry, Economics, Physics, Soldiers in...
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Creating Worlds
A path escorts the maples, red-orange-yellow, sap green on the ground, blue mushrooms, polypores, lichens, a butterfly fog, a tunnel through the rhododendrons, the wind swirling glitter, pushing the smell of Douglas fir trees, through a mirror and past the elf hut, high, high, high on life, pushing me up in cloud, weightlessness, wings spread, nature-glide, a unicorn approaches, nuzzles, flies...
October 2008
2 posts
Eros Turannos
She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All reasons to refuse him; But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs Of age, were she to lose him.
Between a blurred sagacity That once had power to sound him, And Love, that will not let him be The Judas that she found him, ...
