Category: Poetry

the pen lifts
and draws a diagram
of who i thought we’d be
and who we are:

alas,
one month later
two towers stand
polarizing themselves
in the same building

one buzzing insect
moving awkwardly
with a darting motion
attempting
years later to determine
which is good
which is bad

you must be like giants
reaffirming
an ancient philosophy
that there is only charcoal area
and if gray should be
then grey should be
also.

chewing on fingers
in the early dawn of darkness
as our hearts flutter
and our breath exhales:
blaming sobriety
for this emptiness
and fiestiness
i keep chewing on your hands
getting more
and more depressed
with who i have become,
then i remember.

little girls run
   o
  r u
 a   n
     d
with nets
to capture
our dialogue,
freeze it
       (pin it to the walls)

   language
   may be
       a burden
but its ours to share

  and our
words
     express beauty
  exoress
      us
  as an idea

interrupting you
gray cat curled at our four feet
i feel your two bites

interrupting you
gray cat curled at our four feet
i feel your two bites

sam is sitting
doing math
in the union
when i’m feeling
cold and poetic
remembering
the value of
beauty
(do i mean
asceticism?)
so i sit with sam
and eat my
cereal,
wanting to tell him
about snow
as a blanket,
instead,
i find
peace
in a blanket
of small
talk
(so big).

chiselling into my car
at 9:24 a.m.
while you watch
and as i celebrate
my victory
sliding acrss the seat
you disappear
into your own snow machine
but i
carry you with me
because i wrapped myself
in your scent
last night
and i grip your memory.

duelling
courage and action
turns into
dual
lack thereof

i just wanted to say–
i’m sorry

let you know
what that means
but to the victor
goes no spoils

because
i’m left
with this mess
we made

the scaffolds
erected
long ago
on idle streets
now bustling
with driven dreamers

constructing
(deconstruct then
reconstruct)
in oscillatory fashion
like motorists
switching radio presets

the berlin wall
exists
here, seperating
fate & destiny.

i did not expect to cry, curled up with my daddy full of animal-free food in the first quarter of the cowboys game, but i realized that if the world still exited as i expeted it to a year ago there wouldn’t be room for me on that couch,
i think i cry because we’re more of a family than we have been in years.