Day: September 24, 2008

dreams of a budding politician

poetry

i’ll dress in silk and finest cotton
thread count higher than my favorite sheets
wearing suits from companies whose
names i’ll only know once i consider
a grand here and grand there spare change

i’ll nod the the concierge as he accepts my
vip card and passes me a glass of brut
just to let them know their place i’ll shake
their hands and act uninterested

i’ll call them george, vladimir, bill, and steve
they’ll call me dr. mugs and i wont give them
the time of day (i have a secretary for that)

to no avail

poetry

i sit
unaware of the slow rate in which the paint on my walls is crawling towards the floor as if even it would like to leave

i sit
in complete ignorance to the fact that millions of ants are building a penis shaped tower that you can see from space

i sit
with all the momentum one could use to sit, all of the gravity and kinetic force that one can do nothing with

i sit
and i sit
and i sit
and in all of my sitting i never once get up to stand, i only do so in my head, and when i do that with my head i stand on a ledge, you could stay i perform a headstand on a ledge, a ledge that is very high up above some building and i hold my balance there as if i had performed this one headstand my entire life, and with the grace of the greatest ballet dancers, salsa dancers, street dancers, naked dancers, and all other kind of dancer, i let the wind push my headstand to wherever the wind has decided

i sit
and i sit
and i sit
and i fall off of a ledge in/on my head
the wind as my chair.