glee for no poetry class!

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Well, poetry class was cancelled, so glee for that!

And since I haven't gotten to share torture people with my poetry in two weeks, I figured I'd post a couple of things here:



My head is kind of crazy
even if the rest of me is ok
because I have all these people
in there whispering 'til
collectively it's a scream
all the characters that you
become when I imagine you
the places that are worse than real
because real things can
be destroyed by the places
the people in my head
last forever & ever & ever
and implore me constantly
to give them inked out flesh
and textual bones
They beg for transport to reality
And I am just the Dutch boy
with ten fingers and a damn
that's half holes to begin with
so I oblige
even when I am weary and
unallowed to lay me down
because I believe the racket
would be intolerable otherwise






conversing with the spines
of books I peruse
down down down the stacks
and I get told unwritten stories
pretend tales
fictional fiction
Because I say what I need
and let them speak
I tell them I would take them
to the starry landscape
of my bedsheets and they'd
be best friends with the alarm clock
and in spring we'd sit
under the green unmbrella of a
tree and be satisfied in
man and nature and man's nature
They say, "We'll take you dancing
with your head in tow behind
you. Spin you round and round. We
give you our words."
And I do every time knowing
it will not be a dance or a new
favorite. It will be flawed. I will trudge.
The stories you imagine
are always better than the ones you read.






Buying clothes it strike me
in the new foliage of merchandise
that it is not the time it was
and I had failed to notice it

As as child I kept great time
knew the year by signs and sense
and I wonder when
I lost my intimacy with
the landscape of a year

I knew the seasons all

I knew Summer by the
sharp scent of chlorine and
diet cokes left poolside
I knew it by the way day slid
noon to noon
sun to sun
heat unto heat immaculate
with morning lost in between
for all the midnights I burned
faster than oil

And Fall came to me
in the way the wind turned cool
and I broke out the long pants
& light jackets that could be removed
when not-so-removed Summer
breathed hot on to the lusty gold
of some late afternoon
when shadows stretched
into longer nights

But Winter came before the calendar
belying it's appointed tardiness
And the first mornings of frost and white breathe
read like omens
as we kept vigils for
snow and prayed for the tiny mercy
of ice and white and free for a day
We swelled with the trifecta
of feasts, dark mornings, and ceremonies
that confused us utterly and in itchy sweaters
and red noses
tacked up lights and took them down

But Winter would never lightly
concede the territory to Spring
and clawed it ways back after dark
and stayed 'til the 10 o'clock defrost
when all the clouds began to
go from clear cold white thin scars
on the sky to the dark and broiling
rain clouds that contrasted
with the raw grene of tree tops
We knew Spring by the shedding of
sweaters and coats like down off a duckling
and the countdown, beginning Apirl
And though they did not grant us summer
until long after the heat, in late June
when we bought sandles
and cleaned out lockers
we knew Summers was at the doorstep
and would greet us when we left school

So I wonder
Is age the passing of time unmarked?
And how will I count the years of my life
when I am old?

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wow i really like those, esp. the second one!!