Tuesday, May 27, 2008
an attempt at purging
an end to ideals
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Insignificant Moments
your lips tasted of vodka and blood
but I allowed you to leave
I stood smoking in the rain
as I watched the taxi carry you into the city
the people walk by with stony faces
carrying black umbrellas
I sat on the curb by the pub
the piano wrapped itself into my numbing toes
and my thoughts danced softly in the rain
drawing on my cigarette
I thought up poetry
Understanding the Understatement
Your skin is brimmed with pictures
I saw what was written on your palm
It read all the way down to your elbow
I could not find the author’s name
When I looked into your eyes
I watched as they rolled down that hillside
Shining once
Then disappearing with the sun
Beyond the clouds
Knowing what was going on
And feeling it
Are two different things
Just like me and you
Irrevocably I crossed your name off the list
Stuttering on the last sentence of the poem in class,
Monday, May 19, 2008
Plucked Wings
I’m falling out again
Everyone is a part of the disease
Moths are feeding on my soul
I feel completely aware that I’m alive
And golden strings form my pupils
Nothing is beautiful
I looked through your body
You were hiding everything
You were wrong about me.
EL CAMBIO
You’d be this way
If you heard poison restrict you every hour
That’s when you’d adapt to the malcontented ones
And make your own way through the mist
Don’t look down upon us-the ones that don’t appear as brightly
I know:
We both breathe, but my lungs have more smoke than yours
Look to the Sky for the Warning
The world feels white
So easy to contaminate with our breath
And my head holds up like cardboard
The threshold was beyond opening
I took a knife to it anyways
The innards resembled clouds
And I was the storm
Through your eyes
The light manifested itself
Mentioning a mindfield of irrationalities,
We spoke of the future with unparallel emotions
You told me, “This is dangerous”
But only the blood seeped in.
We adapted.