Posts tagged ‘Midwest Poems’

April 18, 2018

eye forget

Individual on a library chair cross-legged, slanted posture, defined by my hue too. glued to this book of content unknown, under clouds too. hoping as you. not fearful of that, so they say. spread open again, flesh book, i grin. same name. no change. i don’t even remember me then. i wont begin to explain. this amnesiac has too much hunny, too little time, nothing to rhyme… vinegar for mind. we all do at times. as valued by how scarce it is; here is a free poem. no wonder im broke. on this chair seeing knowledge is the most valuable resource; cant sell those wares. bare. anyway. one day my eulogy or headstone will say: he was good at Twitter, people liked his stuff on Facebook. all prone. but not with that. it’s important. that media won elections and stole our souls. butt eye forget two.

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December 24, 2013

Holiday Travel (Momentary Transit)

Weary aside as you wake for a bathroom visit necessity,

Think on the moments in the days before and after.

 

Local papers-one, floods the space between the storm-door and the outside pavement.

All those left in haste, we rode in a cold car on a cold day making our cold way.

Watching the seconds on the watch while we wired the arrangements.

 

We barely made it home before calls came on the phone,

We were barely able to close the door and then came more.

 

Unpacking the bags, boxes, and misc. odds and ends, things that to remain we must attend;

Freshly wrapped holiday cheer, we lack the beer and calm emotions to be completely clear.

Snow bound home bound at the bar again with everyone here.

 

Losing all fear.

 

Found someone to care for the cat til we get back.

 

At the front again they look outside at the time we took to make it by.

Look eye to eye, all things on both ends are worth the drive.

 

Standing with heavy occupied hands a visible relief is let in the form of a steam filled sigh, used air from your insides floats and disappears into the star speckled skies.

November 3, 2013

Facebook Famous Twin Cities

You’re the next everyone else,

Lest you be yourself.

 

Caption Queen amongst the memes.

 

Twit wit shit list.

 

And we’ve only come to the talk in Uptown.

 

 

Facebook Famous.

Reddit a Million times.

 

No more waiting in line.

Status update: Fine.

 

Googley eyes.

A Wikileaks work week.

 

And we’ve just come to a stoplight on Nicollet in Downtown.

 

 

 

Watching the clock, listing, clicking, trolling, scrolling…

Wasting time.

 

Fuck going outside,

I sit back and recline.

 

And we’ve just been stuck inside.

 

 

All night out.

All day in.

All living in sin.

It’s a hit with the cool kids.

 

What’s a book?

What’s a park?

What’s a walk?

 

Loving it.

 

And the lit up screen in front of me keeps me out of the dark.

 

 

Dial tone on the phone to text.

Who needs to talk?

 

Life is complicated,

And complex.

 

Depressed and unable to rest.

 

Wake to a beep, everyday things in my nightmares mar my sleep.

Thank god it was just a dream.

 

Again, I reach for my phone.

Notification with a beep alerts me.

 

And we lie in a bed in Marcy Holmes.

 

 

I’ve seen things on my feet:

 

From the free clinics to the free church dinners,

Social media makes everyone a winner.

 

Or the ice couldn’t get much thinner.

 

All over these deep waters.

 

You see?

 

Just click.