Day: March 16, 2010

memory

poetry

it might have happened
or it might not have,
it’s so hard to be sure
of anything these days.
and if it did,
and i’m not sure it did,
what was it like?
i just can’t seem to see it anymore,

because one minute it’s tall
and the next it’s so small,
one minute i’m afraid
and then i’m filled with rage,
and the truth is so hard to decipher,
when i’m purposefully fooling myself
each and every day,
going entirely off of a memory,
held together only in an imperfect mind,
not holding the truth,
but only interpretations
that may or may not be
factually and empirically true.

Snap Crackle Pop

poetry

There was a shift:
The transmission, that is.
Reverse.
Despite warm weather
The windows were still up
Blaring that infernal hip-hop beat.
Frantic banging on the glass commenced.
Followed by screams.
Followed by writhing.
At the wrong place at the wrong time:
My bare foot.
With toes that now look like Rice Krispies.
And this little piggy squealed
All the way to the ER.

Sun

poetry

I can see the sun pressing through
the branches of the trees, coming
down from somewhere too high to
reach with a ladder, or a long pole,
or a shotgun.

Well out of the way of foolish and
meddling hands, where things, un
maintained, just work the way
they’re supposed to.

And that’s where the boys are,
and that’s where they’ll stay,
and I know if I could see them
next to that untouched sun,
I’d see that they were smiling.

Overnight loan only

poetry

If i got locked in the library
overnight
i don’t think I’d try to get
as much reading in as possible.

I wouldn’t attempt to erase the
fines I’ve accumulated and i
certainly wouldn’t exploit the
opportunity to do some photocopying.

I’d find that one elusive book
the one that is always on loan
and hide it safely away under a
big, lofty oil painting on the fifth floor.