Posts tagged ‘art’

December 19, 2014

Along the Lines

Foraged affection,
Uniquely approached.
Caught in the action;
Kept taut on a rope.

December 18, 2014

I’ll Call in Sick for You*

Are you at work?
Are you really sick?
If it is so,
I’ll help you with this.

You don’t feel well,
You feel pretty bad,
I’ll call your business,
The results are back.

May I speak to the boss?
Is ______ in right now?!
Well, let me tell you
They must leave town.

It doesn’t look good,
They’ve tested absolutely sick.
I’m Doctor Terry,
I’ll attest to this.

They should be released,
Purpose: to get better;
Especially in this perfect,
Warm, sunny weather.

Telling it to them straight,
So you can leave work-
It’s worth it to go,
Get from life its full worth.

Trapped in a cubicle walls seeming beautiful;
The wonders are outside, if the truth be told.

*For AKA.

December 16, 2014

a city shell (and individuals)

Fleeting acquaintance which grew like trash
As each fickle feigned word exchange passed,
Few thoughts ring true while coming through
Comprise this changing layered bunch of you.

December 13, 2014

On the Corner of Washington and Oak St. SE (Finals Week)

Where snowmelt and papers
Coalesce in the street,
Tense busy-minded scholars
Move fast on their feet.

December 10, 2014

Conversation’s Plight

I remember when words had meaning;
A man was only as good as his word.
I thought about this over a conversation,
As my partner’s words were never heard.

December 10, 2014

Some keep Significance going to Social Media – (632)

Some keep Significance going to Social Media –
I keep it, walking the Park –
With a Book for a Link –
And the sun, for a like

Some keep Significance on the Interwebs –
I, just wear my shoes –
And instead of wasting the Day, for Scrolls,
Our little Writer – reads.

Man converses, a skilled Intellect –
And the thought is only skewed,
So instead of being Relevant, realistically –
I am every-day.

*Inspired by Some keep the Sabbath going to Church – (236) BY EMILY DICKINSON

December 6, 2014

A View in Minneapolis

While The Stone Arch Bridge looms
Over a foggy flowing
Mississippi;

In cold,
As flotsam floats-
Traverse these tossing translucent currents.

Glinting nigh business lights of St. Anthony Main.

Automobile and bus engines sustain,
Carrying the once open-air pedestrian-

Over 3rd,
In thin glow street lamps,

Bumping between buildings tall, and stoplights bright.

Downtown life,
With snow gathered underfoot below.

December 3, 2014

i think you care

i think you care

About:

Life, death, Ebola, drinking, race relations, the president of the United States of America, homelessness, taxes, funding wars, Mike, Uncle Sam, inadequacies, JFK, gas prices, rape, sex, drugs, violence, AIDS, Rock n Roll, Ferguson, STDs, music, College, grades, Foreigners, police brutality, Fakts, labels, Fakes, Lies, Words, plastic surgery, indigenous peoples, europeans, animals, opinions, superficial artistry, Starvation, The Minneapolis Scene, internet fame, government, money, cigarettes, cancer, hydrophobia, bombings, attacks, guns, apologists, separatists, corporations, cultures, cults, Moby-Dick, your job, my job, sedentary stares, external cost, Global Warming, Black Friday Sales, monomania, consumerism, debt, materialism, wants, needs, reality, the way we define language by how we compare, and that, by how we “know” what we “know” by comparison, rising tuition, the human condition, religion, the human condition, hope, institutions, the human condition, and forgiveness- Please.

Yes,

i think you care,
But one does nothing by feigning aware.

NOW MOVE.

December 2, 2014

check your inbox

Hello Veronica,
I will be there.
Thank you,
Terry_

Hello World,
I will save you.
Don’t worry,
Terry_

Hello Bottle,
I promise I will empty you.
Best of luck,
Terry_

Hello Minneapolis,
You are claimed by too many “artists”.
I won’t leave you,
Terry_

Hello Existentialist,
You are aloof in the park doing stretches.
I know you don’t care,
Terry_

To whom it may concern,
You are the best person.
Please write back,
Terry_

December 1, 2014

One Wonders (Camp Cult)

One wonders,

Have I missed a step?
Am I still asleep?
Has the logic left?

Oh, to think again… Now I don’t “know”.

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