Twenty-four. Twenty-three. He's the age of the pendulum. Adding slowly to the pile of years, he counts. Looking up from dusty cities with lamb-path streets, and following lonely roads to ice-coated highways and cities locked in pride of place. Twenty-three looks for the stupidity in his "wisdom," he looks for the peace in his "rage," … Continue reading Twenty-four (or “Twenty-three Revisited”)
Category: poetry
Questions
Fucking just need to write, and I wonder what those first five words will seem like when someone comes back to them in forty years and reads this. Will they think I’m mad or happy or crazy or already lost it? I don’t know, can’t know, always I’m pretending to know. And I want to … Continue reading Questions
Humor I Guess…
it's funny it's some kind of joke, a sick, laughing matter- when I think about my romantic hang-ups, I don't think about the anger, the painted pain and numbing drugs; I don't think about the venom, the magical manipulations; I don't think about the pitfall, the sudden drop out of love; I don't think about … Continue reading Humor I Guess…
Grilled Cheese and Love
I used to think that love was a kind of layered, unfolding, blooming function of life, something that you would treat with care; like when you pull a freshly made grilled cheese apart, carefully but intensely; I thought, you could draw out the process as long as you were able; or rather, you would draw … Continue reading Grilled Cheese and Love
Deconstructed II
Me, I will slowly pull myself apart: fingernails, heart, vocal folds, tendons; I will pour my liquids into a bucket: blood, water, stomach acid, urine; I will section and cube myself out, a series of Lego building blocks, multiplying to smaller bits as I focus; the energy in one pile the matter in another; the … Continue reading Deconstructed II
