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you speak with such assurance, such experience and knowledge
with this sort of thing and your lips shape your words with the
confidence of a teacher who recites what he knows from
expensive night classes because he was too smart to take
science in high school when it was free
beaming with all eyes on him like a puppy willing to please -
except you don't care what others think, do you
and you sure seem like you are doing this guy a favour with your
insincere pity, with your mockery and your brash words that you hope
will earn a laugh or two from the drunk and tired stranger who lent
you a drink (and whom you know nothing of) and while he probably
agrees with you, how do you know
that he isn't what you are making sound like an unfortunate event,
something off in the distance to laugh at from your lawn chair
and it's amazing how you had me in stitches just a few moments ago;
i wonder if anyone noticed when i stopped laughing, but more significantly
i wonder if they have even realized in their mindless stupor the bead of
sweat on my brow and my arms making to cross uncomfortably over my chest
like i am trying to protect myself from
ignorance like you that bleeds into the fabric of the sweaters and hats of
your lethargic peers and settles resolutely into my thoracic cavity
with this sort of thing and your lips shape your words with the
confidence of a teacher who recites what he knows from
expensive night classes because he was too smart to take
science in high school when it was free
beaming with all eyes on him like a puppy willing to please -
except you don't care what others think, do you
and you sure seem like you are doing this guy a favour with your
insincere pity, with your mockery and your brash words that you hope
will earn a laugh or two from the drunk and tired stranger who lent
you a drink (and whom you know nothing of) and while he probably
agrees with you, how do you know
that he isn't what you are making sound like an unfortunate event,
something off in the distance to laugh at from your lawn chair
and it's amazing how you had me in stitches just a few moments ago;
i wonder if anyone noticed when i stopped laughing, but more significantly
i wonder if they have even realized in their mindless stupor the bead of
sweat on my brow and my arms making to cross uncomfortably over my chest
like i am trying to protect myself from
ignorance like you that bleeds into the fabric of the sweaters and hats of
your lethargic peers and settles resolutely into my thoracic cavity
Literature
Fifty
Please understand: I do not want
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
Literature
Waiting
We are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.
Literature
A Parenthesis
You were (a parenthesis, that paused
the daily, mundane stuff
of life;
a bundled breath
of fresh joy,
and borne in the wonder
of love.
Gasping and grasping,
'til in quiet you laid
still;
and I, my Child,
lie in quiet, still
tears).
And now, that is all you are,
and still so much more.
Suggested Collections
are we, as human beings, too sensitive, or not sensitive enough?
the answer is: i should have been less sober last night.
experimenting with style and structure, quite unsuccessfully. and i am coming to realize that i use the word "and" too much.
the answer is: i should have been less sober last night.
experimenting with style and structure, quite unsuccessfully. and i am coming to realize that i use the word "and" too much.
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