Thursday,
I've getting carried away with these collections of short poems. But it does give me an opportunity to pay close attention to phrasing and getting an idea across with few words. And I just enjoy the idea of short and (hopefully) witty poems that a person can read fast.
(W)et and Random (W)Rites
the color of my eyes, the late hours
that I choose for my sleepy walk-about
inside her soggy mouth.
Distressed I am by her flippant attitude.
It's me that's wet... not her.
rubbing up against the window plate
as it tries to touch the rain, the untamed
darkness that purrs like thunder.
What a romantic… my shadow is.
because the sheep
were busy counting me
but never of you
on your intent.
Do you want to get mad
and break something
or
do you want to get mad
and fix something?
12:00 12:00
12:00
pickpocketed every clock in the house
that's powered by an electric socket.
I can't figure out what Nature does
with all the minutes she steals from me
each time her static cat like burglar strikes.
they’re of no use to her, she robs me
of my peace of mind. How can I ever
"sleep tight" again knowing that I'm destined
to be thrust into that limbo-land of
12:00 12:00
12:00
the very
moment I open my eyes.
taking care of… her things
you forget what it was
you were thinking about
that became
extremely complicated
made worse by the fact
I couldn't find
the instruction book!
I did come
with instructions, right?
I opened
one eye
and caught
me
staring down
at me
this morning
now the coffeemaker
will be up all night
writing bad poetry
wondering why
it chose to be
a coffee pot
—rrw o7-17-13
I've getting carried away with these collections of short poems. But it does give me an opportunity to pay close attention to phrasing and getting an idea across with few words. And I just enjoy the idea of short and (hopefully) witty poems that a person can read fast.
(W)et and Random (W)Rites
1
I don't care for the way the rain
looks at me
suspicious of the way I dress, my smile,
the color of my eyes, the late hours
that I choose for my sleepy walk-about
inside her soggy mouth.
Distressed I am by her flippant attitude.
It's me that's wet... not her.
2
I like the
sound my shadow makesrubbing up against the window plate
as it tries to touch the rain, the untamed
darkness that purrs like thunder.
What a romantic… my shadow is.
3
I couldn't
fall asleepbecause the sheep
were busy counting me
4
I often think
about youbut never of you
5
It all dependson your intent.
Do you want to get mad
and break something
or
do you want to get mad
and fix something?
6
I woke up to
the steady blink of
A stealthy
thunderstorm had broken
into my
apartment while I slept, pickpocketed every clock in the house
that's powered by an electric socket.
I can't figure out what Nature does
with all the minutes she steals from me
each time her static cat like burglar strikes.
they’re of no use to her, she robs me
of my peace of mind. How can I ever
"sleep tight" again knowing that I'm destined
to be thrust into that limbo-land of
7
She was so
beautiful
she told me so each morning
as if my eyes might forget
what she looked like
while she was
in the bathroomshe told me so each morning
as if my eyes might forget
what she looked like
taking care of… her things
8
It was unusual
but if you think about it
it's not unusual
and if you think about it
some morebut if you think about it
it's not unusual
and if you think about it
you forget what it was
you were thinking about
9
It was a
simple thingthat became
extremely complicated
made worse by the fact
I couldn't find
the instruction book!
I did come
with instructions, right?
1o
I woke up
long before
I woke up
to watch
myself
sleep
I was
startled whenlong before
I woke up
to watch
myself
sleep
I was
I opened
one eye
and caught
me
staring down
at me
11
My coffee
drank me in this morning
now the coffeemaker
will be up all night
writing bad poetry
wondering why
it chose to be
a coffee pot
—rrw o7-17-13
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