Posts tagged ‘smoking’

February 9, 2015

The Traffic Moves Without You

On a bridge
In broad daylight,

Somewhere in Minneapolis—

Between something is the metaphor…

Below light rail trains and buses pass,
The sun is out, yet it is cold.

Alas, we have mirages in Minnesota too—
Desert quality right here, local.

I shiver.

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The highway buzzes; 35W is Nascar, and gridlock, and exits;
People are frantic, manic and relentless.

Commuters are driving into downtown,
Between high-rise shrines proof sponsored by your dollar.

But you can only watch.

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On East Bank:
Students are walking fast to class,
Near traces of snow, they appear fleeting for February.

Is it spring yet?
Can a poet get two cigarettes?

See what others exhale.

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Coffman Union is aflutter,

Not with birds,
Or domestic animals,

More so with paper and motion,
Punctual devotion for the prestigious scholar;

Little trappings and emotions,
A queue to loosen the tight collar.

Trash bins stand, cement benches sit, and the air moves through carrying few leaves and even less sentiment.

Though, they are evidence of last fall.

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A lifetime ago, standing on a bridge like this would have been the future,
But it is now,

Somehow.

Here is to another day in the crowd,

Somehow.

The traffic moves without you.

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January 21, 2015

The Reality of Free Writing

One hour of purposeful free writing
Had turned to my life portioned in words.
After a second read I knew it was shit,
Moments later the rhyme was absurd.

November 30, 2014

The Morning After (Downtown La Crosse)

The morning after,

Early new day;
“Bar hair” and Fishbowls,
Smell of smoke,
Sore throat-

Subtle suggestions: Let’s walk down by the river.
Last night’s concepts seem less conducive to life.

Now,
Light which sneaks
Through venetians blinds.

_even though they are closed.

Painful to eyes-
And then a piss.
Then a brush of teeth,
Under dry lips.

Moving,
Aching,
Wasting,
Stiff tender bits-

The evening before, knowing full well it would come to this.
Downtown: the nightlife, old friends, the drinks, to witness.

September 3, 2014

Day One: Campus Type

Cigarette ashes hang like eyelashes

of campus distractions,

from broken hand sinewy seams

this be the death of me-

 

…  and some;

carless,

embarrassed,

 

No Feelings: numb.

 

American Literature and computer generated poetry; as art- good start to the semester, the sun is out in all its glory.

 

Covered in leather and bruises, she moves, tattooed, wounds fester, pimple-faced and searching for pleasure and adventure, no more mommy and daddy leisure.

 

It’s true.

 

Beautiful green lost confused, children adults on the move; me too,

How about you?

 

Choose.

 

Brilliant fulfillment,

United States we live in, lucid livid.

 

Self –surgery

type urgency.

 

Bearing my frown like a leaky raincoat in the center of this rainstorm,

maintaining a productive stance on consuming all there is to absorb.

 

Advice: Mornings are easier when you don’t drink every night,

but for what I’ve just seen I just might.

 

Educate me on this system.

Please, teach me now. 

May 14, 2014

Fear Faith

Levity of ponderance
Crushed sand in place
Calculated words of elegance
Make hay or make haste—

She said she was afraid
Though there is nay to fear
She said this in so many ways
Speech fell upon delicate ears

Now,
I am afraid
That people are afraid
That they have something to be afraid of,
But why worry?

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

 

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Life is hard for some

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

December 27, 2013

Smile

Smile more,

Whether good bad or ugly,

 

Who cares?

It looks lovely.

 

Big wide grimace yellow inside from all the living-leaves me livid.

Taught lips your teeth live within.

 

Open your mouth more for every happy moment you’ve been given,

And please just smile.