today i revolved;
doing no good to no one,
but looking good, nonetheless.
Day: April 7, 2010
pissed off
poetrymy fists are my sanctuary today
i throw them at:
the chinese clouds
raining their water-torcher
my box
and pet roaches and in
animate objects
cans of pop
indefinitely tipping
my own hands
knocking things
over and off
my eyes for their
tricks
every thing that
does not bend to
them gets broken
by my fists today
(i try so hard on every
other day but today)
and i hide in them
genuinely wanting to be
left alone from even
myself.
Drafting is so last summer
poetryA bottle of wine sits on my desk
staring at me with those red, red
vinegary eyes.
Daring me to go on
daring me to sing along
to the tune of decoration
and endless elaboration.
“Look at me,” it says
“I’m patient and I did it,
You can do it if I can.”
It seems simple enough,
let the words stand alone for a bit
don’t be hasty,
bottle them,
close the door behind you
and come back in a week.
Things will be better then.
A nice body of work is
like a nice bottle of wine.
Or so they say.
I tend to agree really,
I just prefer to get drunk
sooner rather than later.
the sieve and the sand 