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The audacity of humans
to build their houses
and stick their flags
into the mountains.
There’s nothing to see here.
You may find some burnt out
trains and pieces gold
or hear whispers in the wind
of ancient stories told.
It’s hard to breathe up top.
Even with confidence
as high as a moose’s back
grace and elegance
is what the pocketbooks lack.
The price doesn’t cover the freedom.
Land of the green leaves
no smoke in the air
only the stench of exclusiveness
rots in the nose of what’s there.
What have we left,
but the crater of man’s footprint
and the windings of tragic roads
imagining they’ll lead to somewhere
a place that arrogance goes.
This belonged to many tribes.
So let the rivers and trees be named
let the honor of what was
stain the memories of romance
and let them haunt with just cause.
hush.
people who talk loud
so that everyone can hear
are not the same as trees
who bloom big so that
everyone can see
Tremble
I spoke with my mom for two and a half hours
And I can’t help but wish I had some of that time back,
For me
Music whistles like tiny storms in my ear
There’s a knot in my back where my reasoning used to be
Once,
And exactly once,
I showed teeth to the moon
It shown back the smile of the sun
I rejected the atmospheric tune
Why did this anger me so?
I recall,
On a Sunday,
In a field of Queen Anne’s Lace
The v-shaped pattern of birds,
I remembered
That sinking feeling,
Which drags down my face
Why the music was so loud
And why it hurt to believe
Again,
There I go,
Thinking I should plan my finale
Imagining my veins are rivers in a body they cannot leave
Thump in the heavens. Thump in the canyons. Thump in the center of raindrops
Things tremble, and they float on,
Trembling
Not concerned about the earth,
At least until all of that rattling and shaking stops.
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Tagged inspiration, life, poem, Poetry, Thoughts, wednesday
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Aftermath
I hope when I’m gone, someone will
think of me
When the rivers dry up
And beginners give up
I miss the smell of your breath after
one or two beers
Those sappy notes clipped on a guitar,
oh that you hear, now that you’re here
We could dance-
you and I-
until the floorboards cracked
I said I’d love you til the groom came back
But we’re wasted and we’re washed
only to love when we aren’t watched
This is the life of sneaky house mice
This is the life of wrong done right
Would you remember me
if I smiled a bit more
if my hair was jet black
would you try to love me a bit more
I’m doing fine now
in a well, I’m not dead yet
but might as well
The truth is I’ve been okay
Living without being wanted,
I imagine you, high, happy and haunted
Don’t leave me here
Living without being wanted,
I imagine you, high, happy and haunted.
Faith.
Can you imagine
wanting to die
and someone keeps
praying
for your
health
and safety
Use your PTO
In fact, just stop showing up
I’ve already been outta here
The checks haven’t meant much
So my body is for sale
Which would you rather see?
Coochie or titty?
I’m selling both for free
No, I’m taking a mental rest
And I’m using my PTO
This mind is worth a single day
Eight hours worth of pay
This is me taking myself seriously
Sleep on the weekends, they say
But I like to freak on the weekends
This is my precious time
I count down while I unwind
I blink too fast I might die
My peace is shy
Ain’t been around since ’05
I’m using my PTO
No, I’m saving for retirement
Let’s just say I quit before the requirement
To use that time I got hired with
Would it be a scam or a lie if I’m exhausting it?
I’m thinking out loud to myself
Listening to me as if I were someone else
Use your PTO
Use your PTO
Stop worrying about being sick
Make your request and just go
It’s not sleep that you need
Because you can sleep all day on the weekends
Sleep is for the weekends
Close your eyes and let it be-gin
Daydreaming is for the weakest
Pack your bags and f*cking leave it
All behind
There’s nothing left
Clock your time
In and out
I’m not coming back
No more, don’t call me
I’m using my PTO
That is to say
My Personal Time Off
For which there is no limit
Or any calculation in the world
That can ever grasp the true value
Of the most fleeting, non tangible
Arbitrary and nonsensical
Concept of what is personal
To Time
God left us
God left us
or did we leave him
Our bodies no longer
belong to us
and the soil of our
fields lack substance
God left us
in a moment when
we needed him most
we were sacrificed
we were made to suffer
and crawl on our knees
pleading for ‘peans
to value our lives
God left us
to hang from trees
to molest the women and children
to break the man
to scrape the barrel
to feel agony
to be in the news
to be seen as less than
what God left us
He left us
and we left him
All the songs that
were sung in fields
from mother to child
for the men on new roads
and for as long as
it took
to forget God
and where he left us
there has been no change
or resolution
or understanding of why
God left us
and now the trees
have bullet holes
and the fields have
cement walls
and the songs give
praise to money
and we don’t remember
how things were
in the land that God gave us
I see now why
and I can make sense of why
but it still hurts to say why
that when I think of why
my head spins out of control
why
God left us
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What is the Rare Place?
Never two the same
none ever in the Rare Place
deep and dark like lost woods,
or quiet eyes on Death’s eve.
How to wonder as far as fingertips,
to shut as tightly as innocent ears,
there,
beyond the twinkle of the sea break,
there!
An opening not so wide
just a glimmer of acquiesced satisfaction
for a dreamland of longing.
A softened and yet horrid type of drill
that pierces the back of the neck and
nags down until there is ash dusting
the place where the heart should be.
Come take a look into the black reflection
of a mirror and leap.
There is a burning and no fire
a chase but no hunt
a parasite to no host.
You can open your fists now.
Never two the same
the new and the old
and likewise,
no two can survive in this Rare Place.
Forever
We could make love under the moonlight
and make babies out of stars
Our kisses can be the asteroids
they can hit our hearts hard
Let’s dance on Saturn’s rings
and sink into Jupiter’s seas
Find our way through this galaxy
of supernovas and forced gravity
And just as Orion fastened his belt
so many ages ago
your world and mine will softly melt
in the aftermath of gaseous glow.
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