Posts tagged ‘poems’

March 24, 2015

forgotten change

A monoculture of plants
in a field
offers a species fading—

a group of homogeneous acts
between skyscrapers
offers a…

well,

you get the point.

***

Now,

I must have stepped onto the bus
and forgotten my change.

Can I borrow from you?

February 22, 2015

The Crowned Fools

When a mouthful becomes a drain of
coffee, truth, and kale sluice through;
few mountains of Western sky-range,
Slowly appear in mirror’s rearview.
And the meek Auntie of white snow,
and the silly Uncle in his high castle,
don’t want you to attempt to “know”,
they couldn’t afford your little hassle.
Keep hope on that star-crossed day
when your father comes back to say:
new Widow has stolen my lifeblood,
as to set kith & kin at once estranged.

February 12, 2015

How to “know”

Words we use which we don’t “know”,
Have been framed from a storied past;
Sedimented by interpreted histories,
Always portrayed by fools as fact.

February 2, 2015

Don’t Skip Class

While in school one must not
Skip class.

In early morning one
Must eat breakfast.

At the library
Books are for reading.

In life
Some advice is worth heeding.

After school one is allowed
To sip a beer.

In the bathroom
Windex clears the mirror.

Excuses are like Band-Aids;
Stitches hold up better.

Some people’s words are as fast wind,
Like the weather.

During days there is no time
For complaint.

In my one-bedroom apartment
The décor is quaint.

Some will disagree about this
Idea, or concept, -or that.

But,
To them I am sorry,
-Sorry. (And I am usually not an apologist.)

Fact.

***

In your head there is a brain,
Try to use it.

January 26, 2015

Cold Campus Commute

The connector bus sways

On each turn and pass,

As students await in cold,

Near snow, behind glass.

January 23, 2015

Pages of the City

The city center has
Been filled with

Trash.

These spots to grab attention,
To make you buy: react.

Local rags remain,
Good at that, and intact.

Though,

What stands out is
The importance they lack.

We have books by the stack,
Micro-brewed beers,
Diverse weather,
And bike paths.

We have beaches
In the summer months to relax,
And theatres like
The Guthrie to see acts.

Local mags don’t really map that;
They attack,

-With photos, lists, and ads.

Painting a picture without paving a path,
They write on setting precedent, because they can’t.

***
I suppose one day I will be surprised when an article proves friendly to my eyes.
But only after realizing how much effort was put into marketing to my demographic.

January 22, 2015

On a Street in the Metro

The remnants of this weather on the ground;
Chemicals on a slick, snow plow.

January 20, 2015

The Little Things We Do

We wake in the predawn.
We take warm showers.
We tie tight our laces.
We walk through few doors.
We take in the bright light.
We move down the walkway.
We step through the snow.
We start this new day.

January 17, 2015

Reentry Plan (Leaving Ireland)

Double-Decker Buses, Outlet Adapters,
Dirty Seagulls and Elegant Flats;
European Cafés, Dublin City, -Ireland,
So much to pack and bring back.

January 11, 2015

A Sunday Walk through Dublin

On the streets of Dublin razor-wire hangs from fences.
Seagulls and Magpies dive in headwinds, this sentiment.
From a far off land noting the usual; on the corner is a café,
In the streets are double-decker buses, along the River Liffey
The needy sit, cups in hand, shaking; while padlocks affix
Bridges dressed in rust, only to express an undying love.
On a normal walk on a normal day, thousands of miles from
Home, just on my way – away. I walk to the store for toiletries
And a view. I find a thrift shop and enter to the land of Oz.
Across the street is Religion; with a paper in hand I watch those
Exit from the church, off of their pews, they walk through
The traffic stepping to, righteous, holy, and unamused.

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