Day: August 10, 2009

I’d punch you in the nose if i could and gladly accept all the consequences to follow knowing that in some distorted way i’ve reclaimed that lost time

poetry

Fifty-five minutes
In stop-and-go traffic
Mostly stopped
Waiting for the terrible accident
Fallen tree in the road
Collapsed highway
Or some other great catastrophe
To be cleared
And at last sixty-five mph
Can be resumed
Only to discover
There wasn’t an earthquake
And the world isn’t ending

Instead a million rubberneckers
For the life of me
I’ll never understand
Have slammed their brakes
Staring in awe and wonder
At a solitary police cruiser
Lights flashing
On the side of the road

Do I get a refund on all
Of my time you just wasted?

That Hat

poetry

There’s a hat on the
lamp in the
corner

The lamp is on so
it’s not so dark inside,
but it only really lights
it’s own little corner,
while an old picture in
a new picture frame is
the only thing you
can really see, anyway.

And the hat, sitting
oh-so-nonchalant atop
it’s warm yet gritty
perch, tattered rim and all,
seems to watch the whole room
and compare it to the years
that it’s already seen through
the eyes of a barely-associated
third party.

An old picture in
a new picture frame is
all you can really see, anyway.