Archive for January, 2014

January 29, 2014

On the Campus Connector

On the campus connector

Day in and day out

Packed like sardines

Commuting about

 

Fidgeting feet

Finding transit retreat

No alternative route

So far from the house

 

Between Twin City scenes,

They stand in troves huddled in bunches.

 

Everyone rests

Until their stops

 

Too late for comfort

They stand to eat their lunches.

January 27, 2014

Stealing Shakespeare

I’m thinking Shakespeare, this guy

Those publishers stealing his art

I’m thinking and wondering why

Profit:  I wonder about his heart

Edit whichever they might like

Changing it mainly from the start

This choice happens overnight

Centuries after the days he embarked

 

They slighted this timeless beautiful lark

They dissected and pulled his words apart.

January 23, 2014

American Excess

The things we do

New tattoo cool

 

Trendy trading sexes

Serious life decisions

 

Free times we live in

We all need an intervention

 

What happened to happy with self?

Forget what I’ve mentioned

 

In good health

Struggle to get out of the haus

 

Make a statement

Cut from local cloth

 

Parts of the pavement

Thoughts we’ve engaged in

 

That which we’ve lost

 

Success:

American trivial astonishment

Humble in this jungle

Exhale smoke

Wash the sex with soap

 

Moments at the bar to recollect

Just out of respect

 

Death

Drugs

Expensive car wrecks

 

Celebrity intellect (what’s that?)

 

Rock and Roll

Hand prints in wet cement

 

What they expect (?)

Reluctant when stressed

 

Ich bin immer…

 

This is what an idiot looks like

Plenty to view in this modern societal zoo

 

Don’t feel bad

-Ya know, I’m there-you too?

 

All the best,

American regret

 

***

 

Life is hard for some

I’m more worried about my walk to school in the present tense…

January 22, 2014

Traveling Through to Poland

Anita adorning green from Poland had the bravery to walk up and ask…

 

She asked where the Mississippi was, this and that

She wanted a bar with windows, a view of the flowing ice mass.

 

We walked and chatted

She wanted us to ‘make’ a photo of her as proof-we did as a matter of fact.

 

On we walked

On a wet path

On snow covered bricks

Puddles parted and splashed.

 

Along we stepped in boots and made tracks.

 

She came from a short stay in Hawaii, apparently living out of a pack

All in all it was 2 day’s travel, both there and back.

 

She smiled and said she didn’t understand why Americans got such a bad rap.

 

We were polite, and smiled, and spoke English softly; explaining this place-amateur history, semi-exact.

 

She took in what she could

We gestured and pointed with hands and tact.

 

She was so happy to meet us

We said goodbye and went on separate paths.

January 20, 2014

Westward Son

Homeless proposition

Times we live in

 

Supply and demand

Laws of the land

 

Things that determination does not understand…

 

-Overwhelmed by the lack of 5P’s and a plan of attack…

 

Think about that.

 

Thank you,

 

Another person

 

***

 

He traded his winter coat for the West Coast and he never came back.

January 19, 2014

Prologue; Traveling Through to Poland

This was a surprise Spring day in Minneapolis

Last week it was bad.

 

She said she wish she could come back in the summer

We said we stay for that.

 

Constant building of Culture

Constant trading of small facts.

 

Loving those for who they are

For being brave

For not putting on an act

Whilst gaining knowledge from that.

January 15, 2014

Something we won’t see, or Late Winter Warmth

Something we won’t see, or Late Winter Warmth,

 

A Winter Libretto:

 

A reverse-coned icicle hangs dripping

Stalactites warm on the outside; frozen solid within.

 

Bringing a liquid heartbeat sound below-

 

Drip, beat, drip

Drip, beat, drip

 

Until gravity plucks this fragile form

Fleeting-

 

Spinning-

 

Crashing- it to the red brick ground.

 

Broken to bits, transparent

Pieces scattered about

No shape of the passing account.

 

Clear chemical solid cubes now.

 

Lying there broken

 

With these, no resemblance he could find to the picture in his mind

He looked to the sky to spy another sharp point growing in time.

January 14, 2014

Well…

Well,

 

As a shut-in I have found:

I love to read books.

I miss the warm weather.

And I am fond of being around those I am fond of.

 

Well,

 

As a shut-in I have found:

Snow bound text, warm weather nostalgia surpasses the wind-chilled breeze and frozen feet.

All parts of my body feel the weight of the weather in this climate, although it could be changing, one feels the immediate effects of the now.

 

A barometer can be used to check the air pressure.

But a tool for measure is useless when one can just walk outside to prove this.

 

Well,

 

As a shut-in I have found:

I wear no smile, no frown, I have few thoughts; those, I think, you are here somehow, you move forward somehow-I wonder what it’s like to be on the brink, somehow…

 

Well,

 

As a shut-in I have found:

This will be yesterday and you will be tomorrow.

 

This seems to happen a lot.

But never when it’s hot.

 

These are ideas.

And as my grandmother says, “A well is just a hole in the ground.”

Kind of like this weather.

 

Well…

January 9, 2014

Called a few times

Called a few times

Community college

 

How to get where I’m at

 

Tip of the hat

Small tip-relax.

 

Sun in turn a basement door window

Fall season I want a cigarette for some reason.

 

In between beating off and function

Where’s the discussion?

 

Apparently I have trust and money

How lovely.

 

We sit

Halfway through class seems longer than that.

 

I won’t get angry at my short comings

I believe in comeuppance.

 

Some things are just funny

Some things, I just love it.

January 8, 2014

Polar Vortex Complex

Deep down in my bones I could feel the bitter cold

Unlike the weather I tried to remain positive

I could feel I wasn’t alone on this ill-tempered day.

 

The other commuters were as bold

Walking alone proved treacherous

I noticed this as I made my way.

 

Fixed we stood.

 

None took bare fingers to examine smart phones

So pained by the wind one could hear its distant moan

This had turned into a city full of steam and smoke and coats.

 

KVJ says, “So it goes.”  “So it goes.”  “So it goes…”

 

Warm thoughts what we could

Long minutes existed in time unknown

This as we waited in a bus shelter along the road on this dangerously weathered spinning stone.

 

… Here’s the 3B coming, right?

 

I can’t see, lenses create ice

Early day twilight wearing these damned sights

All eyes and no view, please help me make it through.

 

It must be dark as night on this frigid January morning

It was forecasted with forewarning

They said, ‘Stay inside.’ -like run and hide.

 

We have the Polar Vortex Complex

This is not Global Warming*.

 

This is a place where all inside have lost their minds because of ‘things’ being boring.

 

Thoughts, then I look on

Blurred Metro Transit lights?

 

Praying it’s not gone.

 

I am not even halfway there yet

A walk I fast regret.

 

Lungs feel tight, I start at fright.

 

Walking, my vision fogged and I forgot the art of breathing

Ice crystals formed on my lashes not for the better of seeing.

 

-Seething, I’d not like to die like this, on a near vacant campus

I begged, pleaded, and asked the UMPD for a small ride, I did not gain advantage.

 

Nothing happened.

 

Five minutes later my temperature changed

The outside temperature stayed the same.  (Below Something-nearing -50)

 

I thought, has my nose frozen yet, has carbon-monoxide damaged my brain?

Blackened and blotched flesh-stained.

 

All was but rearranged, all my ideas of sustain

All my big plans were being choked at the throat

I try manage at maintain.

 

Things we think about in a bundle

In this frost-bit jungle, the coldest city I have come to know.

 

Minneapolis,

Little cold apple, come as they go

Most, (at least), some will stay home.

 

Temperature of this place we live in

All things we’ve been given.

 

I must have blindly run off somewhere

Panic gulp puffs of smoke catching air as I passed

Mad dash hypothermic maniac, today I am back intact.

 

 

*Hyperbole

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