poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Monday, December 18, 2006

forget or forgot

bright
star shine
sunning
me.

i thought we should
be childhood friends
watching clouds,
making up
names for
funny shapes,
like englebop or biffywitch.

laying
on itchy green grass
we thought
looked
soft
plush
(but once you're
there, it's not so blankety).

bright summer
eyes.

rolling down hills
laughing easy
about what we forget.

forgot.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

what i've realized again,

no one really fulfills me, completely.
only being aware, in a moment, can be fulfilling.
If I look to you,
and you do this or that,
for however long,
it feels good. Eventually, the tread
wears down.
I'm left with the core.
Sometimes being bare hurts,
seeing all the injustices,
inequalilty.
Othertimes, bareness leaves
me open to see maybe how
it is supposed to be.
Centered.
Focused.
Un.
Back to the beginning. Knowing tomorrow
I may wake up scattered, but today
is canoe-floating on a sweaty summer day.
And how I'm slightly jealous
of folks who don't see
shades, but not too much b/c to me,
it's insight. moments.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

sitting at first & main

listened to
jimi
jim
dan
smoking that last
non-smoker cigarette
at 10:22
drinking vodka tonics
between two
friends.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Painting moments while walking

upUP breathing
down the scale green alley
narrowing vision
walking path
past
icecrisp,
not-to-be-skated-on
winter cornfield.
soSO alive
wanting to
flee
fly
up high
take-me-to-the-other-side,
so when you see me
hugmetight
keep me grounded.
one moment.

sun. half (full, not empty)
hiding between
dirty
blow-your-nose-white-clouds
skating
between
airplane dust
with bare ass naked
fostered, not adopted
maples
resting
along the
path
past
path.
one moment two.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

advice to me
when I went to the
wanna-be upscale
francais walmart
and
heard
"hey mrs...."
by mrs. busy
busy
bumble
don't put your buzzer
in my bonnet--
my brain is full
enough
mumble
jumble
mean-girl gossip.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

what will
crack
crack
kettlepot?

where is the ice
not melted
smashed
or bitten?

will words
worsen
under weeping
willows?

lets not forget
who's day it is.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Gush

Waking
in wind sounds
shuffling outside
sticks
and the girls
thought it was
thunder,
"is it raining?"
a 6:30 am question.
"I don't know."
Though I know it is
as I wiggle underneath
the cottoncandy pink
blanket,
knowing I want to sleep
more, but morning
came quicker than
I expected.
With a head that
hurts
and scrambling
images
thoughts
that seem to be brought
in by the
60 mile hour gush.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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