Posts Tagged ‘Short Verse’

The Pressure of Patience


26 Apr

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jokes with a mirror (exercises of the demiurge)

 
most decent writers
in their artistic nascency
attempt a stab at a
love story
striving to make it fatal
striving to make it metal
then they live a little
and a few stabs have been attempted at them
a few slabs of being have been excised  
they might become better writers
they might get hoarse, creatively,
spiritually, whathaveyou
but they never
take a stab at a
love story
again
-8-

framed


02 Feb

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service

he said
my relationship
with my son
is like a great Nirvana song
that will break your heart
if it was written about you

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stay ahead


13 Aug

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child, stay ahead of your shadow

 

those

that

tend

to

make the world a better place

by

mere

existence

alone

tend

not

to

exist

too

long

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something slight (sluggish creativity)


16 Jun

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the man who liked his hashbrowns toasted

 
utterly frazzled by a fallen glass
he gets shaken up
eyes wildly stalking the rippling water
as it spreads across the desk
the papers – oh my, no
the papers!
how foolish it was
for me
to drink
while trying to
board a train
in all this goddamn darkness!
-o-

all the way somewhereinthemiddle


25 May

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murky in existential terms

 

some accent when you’re drinking
my homey’s got a crush
and then there’s that brendan behan reference
from three years ago
back when i though it was witty
and now i just like the play
the words
how they seem to swim
with the days
and the messaging decided
the meaning minified
the truth becomes like that jury duty notice ignored inside your mailbox 
the colors, though, the light, as always
remain, i used to write about it
how that can be
a lot more
but it’s there
even without my own interaction to it
and it’s always almost enough
like familiarity with the presence
and knowing
you’re always almost there
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Shorty’s Back


12 Feb

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cigarette burn 04

the sun fainted into sky
the moon painted, faded through the door
she never said goodbye
at least not anymore

never argue with a drunk or a fool
so, as I am one of both
you should not accept my invitation to debate
cede me the win
surely, you can tell that I can use it
especially after I spilled my drink like a dithyramb for you
the birth of another silly goddess
destined to be patronized
by all us, drunks and fools

the sun fainted into sky
the moon painted, faded through the door
she never said goodbye
at least not anymore
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vigilance, i guess, one eye closes


12 Dec

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divinities

even in their silences she had to nurture them
it was the way he thought a mother ought to be
the milk warmed for the babies
the sweet delay in life becoming alabaster hiss
she shushes, soft
the voice mellifluent, crafted in succor
the children dream
the mother lays awake
and even in these silences she has to nurture them
because she knows
that monsters truly do exist
and they surround you all the time

(twelve lines for TM)

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dust


25 Nov

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pick up
 
if we were to meet today as strangers
and I tried to pick you up with a line conjured on the spot,
“if life is but a lonely dream for those like us
we might as well just go to bed together”,
do you think you would come home with me?
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going through the alphabet


05 Nov

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e on avenue b

 

she wrapped the guilt around her
even though it wasn’t hers
even though it was given to her
she accepted it
acquiesced it as one might a thoughtless gift one gets stuck paying for
she wrapped it around as though it was a grandmother’s quilt
as though it warmed her like folklore
as though her skirt was lifted by the wind
she covered herself
and aged
and years indeed seemed to pass
and she maintained her look
the one that made the people say she knew
the one that made them know that she survived
the difficulties therein incurred
a keeping out of the cold

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on the subject of love and creation


20 Sep

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bixby

what if god just happened
like the man from earth
what if the stars led me to you
those mysterious dead travelers
they told me how you were created
like god
you just occurred
they merely opened up their nomad’s wings
made of an endless migratory light
and there you were
for me and for the world

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sound from the wall


02 Sep

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anxiety

 

only in america
creflo dollar, mothafuck malachi
money over god
but if you dig the print
even big cloud homey endorses it

 

there’s always something on the news
the scales of justice
tend to tilt
with the winds of prejudice
and i
napping, midday, in the shadow
of timelessness
consider the future like the past
like repetition, trying to make it work better
considering the further
death is like an aching tooth
bothersome only until it’s pulled
and nothing remains
but empty space
and bank accounts

 

yet there shouldn’t be this severity
and i should just write another poem
about your lips
i like them when you pout

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shorties for the shorties


31 Jul

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L-shaped seasonal allergies caused me to spend $56 at the bar last night

 

I’ve been so
perpetually unimpressed for so
long
that now it’s stuck
and I’ve been
apathetic about it
all
as the time becomes
I grow a little crazy
lazy like a spoon
cradling something smiling
in the sky

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Jack Tsoy Tumult

Morose Pontifications and Other Poetic Ramblings


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