Day: June 26, 2009

MJ

poetry

No one had mentioned a word about him in months.
And if they did, it was to gawp at his absurdities.
So how come now that he’s dead,
Suddenly, we were all his best friends?
Lamenting what a wonderful human being he was,
Crowding the streets,
Dancing the macabre,
Enamored with tragedy.
Meanwhile, the economy is flailing,
There’s starving children in impoverished homes,
Integrity is archaic.
Our savior is a pop singer.
Here’s an idea:
How about we stop obsessing over the dead,
And focus on the living.

laundry day

poetry

put it all in the bag;
it all is filthy
from the accumulated use
of these last two weeks
from everywhere we’ve been
and everywhere we’ve gone
and from when we stayed in
sweating in the Texas heat;

clean out your closet
and find the set of clothes
that you’d been saving out
for just the right time
that never seems to come
before the next laundry call;
so put it in the bag
along with your dreams;

i bring you home a basket
all nice and neat,
folded and ready to be put away,
all snugglable and reeking
of cleanliness and sanitization
so that all of the character
has been washed away
by laundry day.

intimidation

poetry

why i always feel this way
i can’t really very clearly say
for after all you’re just a man
and not very tall when you stand
but whenever i’m in your presence
my mind is filled with interference
and i can’t think of anything to say
to make my reticence go away
which only makes the situation more awkward
as i watch our relationship move backward.