Let’s Get Married Right Away

June 23, 2013 § Leave a comment

One side,
There lives an intense love for the openness of
Nature. I could disappear and paint the
Innards
like Georgia O’Keeffe
For hours.
Or ponder the connections of a leaf
And a squirrel,
Till the difference of the two
Completely blurs away.
But in conflict-ion,
There abounds a deep longing for human
Connection an a intense need for financial
Freedom. This affluent side,
Yearns for success with
Collaborative IT projects and participation in jarring
Unsolved Problems.
Oh how I wish they would find a way
To get married right away.
Presently, the clash
Proves to be
Exhausting
With both sides
Utterly
Unsuccessful and largely
Sealed
From existence.

Lost Baggage

June 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

At times
Why cant my baggage just get lost
En route,
And then I can reimbursed for it with a nice crispy clean, drama free
voucher.

Happily Sidetracked

June 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

It’s hard to think about the
Shit
When daydreaming about
How to be fantastic.

Today, Today and Yesterday, Today

June 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

I think of today, today.
And then i think of yesterday, today.
And i think: it wasn’t too
Bad.
That day,
Now called
Yesterday.
But when yesterday was a
Today
It was a weighty
Today.
But today’s today, is starting to be a
Weighty
But organized
Today.
Yesterday’s today was weighty
Till I met today’s weight and then I think back
To yesterday, today
And it’s Over.
And I’m ok
Even with the weight
And all.
So tomorrow when I think of today
And it will be a yesterday
I may think
“How heavy that day
But I’m still
Here
And I’m Ok.”
And for today, I’m gonna settle
For today and yesterday’s
Weighty
Days
and be ok
With ok.

First Attempt at Story

June 12, 2013 § Leave a comment

Can I tell you a story?
I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.
This isn’t story time
at the library.
Although,
I wish that was
Acceptable
For us
“Adults.”

Conversations with the Moon

June 12, 2013 § Leave a comment

Man did I do some
hurting
today.
Sometime last week, whispering behind Tuesday’s
ear. I started sailing.
And I don’t know anything about being on the water.
Maybe I am lying.
I know a tiny bit.
I grew up saddled next door
to swampy, your eyes seemed
to swell shut,
water.
We didn’t sail,
we idled,
quietly.
I imagined us to be
waiting on the moon
waves
to appear.
I know the moon is the same one
it’s always been.
So when I realize that I haven’t seen it in a very long time.
I start to worry,
that it’s face
has changed.
I used to stare at the moon.
Sailing always seemed
to be a reflection
in the water,
when it was just
me
and the
moon.
Make “you forget about your worries and your strife.”
The conversations with the moon.

Story

June 12, 2013 § Leave a comment

Sincerity.
I’m not sure your being sincere.
Your looking at my nose and
then nodding really quickly.
Like you want me to hurry
up.
I am creating my own
story
about you
as I am telling you
something
that is bothering
me
all because
you are not
being sincere.

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