Wednesday, April 27, 2011
irreverent musings
Blistered by the burning
Of being left behind
I’m reminded of what it was
To be young
I haven’t given up the ghost
Nor am I the sacred host
That doesn’t mean
They shouldn’t eat me
Of being left behind
I’m reminded of what it was
To be young
I haven’t given up the ghost
Nor am I the sacred host
That doesn’t mean
They shouldn’t eat me
Saturday, April 23, 2011
inspired by changing 3 letters in a one line facebook post
Maybe ain’t you baby
I just don’t understand
You’ve always been so yes or no
So on the mark
So in command
Where is all your certainty
Where is all your pride
What’s with all this wavering
Eyes cast down and to the side
What are you not telling me
Where is your resolve
I’m the river
You’re the rock
And I’m not playing ball
I just don’t understand
You’ve always been so yes or no
So on the mark
So in command
Where is all your certainty
Where is all your pride
What’s with all this wavering
Eyes cast down and to the side
What are you not telling me
Where is your resolve
I’m the river
You’re the rock
And I’m not playing ball
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
two moments of scrawl
How early is it?
How drunk…
Am I?
This is not
What I had planned.
How quickly it can
All evade you.
Yet for all the looking
Back that this affords me
I have no more answers
Than when I went in.
Where I went in…
That’s a whole
Separate
Question.
__________________________________________________
Why did you
Up the ante?
Set my dreams
In high relief?
Let your fingers
Do half
Of what I need?
I’ve set you
On your course.
Fostered and fathered
As best that I can.
Why now,
And now again
Did you feel
You had to
Pretend
To being
My man?
How drunk…
Am I?
This is not
What I had planned.
How quickly it can
All evade you.
Yet for all the looking
Back that this affords me
I have no more answers
Than when I went in.
Where I went in…
That’s a whole
Separate
Question.
__________________________________________________
Why did you
Up the ante?
Set my dreams
In high relief?
Let your fingers
Do half
Of what I need?
I’ve set you
On your course.
Fostered and fathered
As best that I can.
Why now,
And now again
Did you feel
You had to
Pretend
To being
My man?
