“you’re a darling,” she said
and she scooped him up
“you’re a dream,” she said
and she held him to her heart
“you’re a disaster,” she said
and she brushed him outside
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #99
we sit
and look at each other
and eat
and tell stories
and pass the time
until the day is over
Poem #98
white gloves
for a non-existent life
Poem #97
plum-haired girl walked
in a bubble of music
above cars hurdling at 80
she hopped the curb
and touched back down to Earth
Poem #96
beep
beep
beep
beep
beep
beep
beep
Poem #95
it’s a delicate moment
between sleep and awake
at 2 am in the morning
Poem #94
a crack under the closet door
the blackest of black
demons reside there
my monsters reside there
so I stare at it
from the edge of my bed
willing them to not turn the knob
Poem #93
the thousand year old boy
is 374 miles under the Earth
in a space the size of a bathtub
he used to be one of us
breathing this dust-free air
now he digs further down
pushing the debris above him
his body is all but rock now
as he gets closer to the core
more of him melts
but he continues
soon he will be a puddle
and he will harden and stop
Poem #92
warm, thick and windy
the ocean and the desert
have come over the mountains
the smell of yellow grass
all culminates into weirdness
fitting this long awaited day
Poem #91
my room is cold
and there is no heater