Day: April 24, 2010

rubbing shoulders with wackos. heroes.

poetry

every step we take back to the hotel after this meeting tells me
      you’re crazier than i remember
      socially awkward (understated)
      maybe i’m someone else’s weird

you drive me nuts sometimes
and it’s a privilege to stand here next to you

Dancing

poetry

There’s a girl in the corner
in the back
she’s the only one that’s dancing
but she’ll dance all by herself
and all night,
I would wager,
(Well, I’d probably lose that
bet on a technicality, but still)
and I’d put a lot of money down.

and it’s a funny thing, that
she’s the only one who’s really
moving,
‘cuz she’s the only one I’d
like to dance with anyway.

There’s a certain sort of freedom
being the only one in a
crowded show and
dancing.

I won’t dance with her.
I wouldn’t want to ruin it.

Actor

poetry

As the world rotates he mutters incantations:
Poised (while nearby, people splutter
And mumble) he observes their demonstrations
And flicks a cigarette to the gutter.

Collar stiff, stubbled, alert, he muses
Of lonely nights in brothel-lit bars
Where brave thoughts came to bruises
And sodden heads watched passing cars.

The fire inside him has no destination
Or place to go where fuel is cheaper.
The days are a spoon-fed lamentation
That blur and flex toward their reaper

But life is his game with its daily grind
He paints its tones with his body and mind.