I assault my ears
with an amalgam
of frivolous noise.
sometimes I cut
through it, laser-like.
other times I’m lost.
once in a long while
it punctuates the
rhythm in my head
and we’re glass.
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #19
I bumped into you at the store, sorry!
I took too long at the door, sorry!
I stuttered over my words, sorry!
My shoes skidded on the floor, sorry!
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I wish I wasn’t sorry
But, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, so sorry
No matter what I do
One mistake or two
Apology, I spew
You say none are due
It doesn’t matter too
I take up too much space, I’m sorry
Can’t control my face, I’m sorry
Want to enter this place, I’m sorry
Trying to win this race, I’m sorry
I know I need to stop
But it’s not so easy
‘Cause if I don’t, I’m rude
If I do, I’m weak
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I wish I wasn’t sorry
But, I’m sorry
So sorry
No matter what I do
One mistake or two
Apology, I spew
You say none are due
It doesn’t matter too
I don’t know why I apologize
I don’t know why I care
I don’t know why I empathize
I don’t know why you don’t
No matter what I do
One mistake or two
Apology, I spew
You say none are due
Doesn’t matter to
Me
I’m sorry.
Poem #18
a boy sat by the side of the road
on his head sat a floppy straw hat
he nodded at passers by
they said, “hello, how are you?”
he shrugged and said, “content.”
they gave him odd looks
and went along their ways
the boy with the floppy straw hat
counted the leaves of the trees
he waved at an accountant passing by
“what’s the highest number?” she asked
“I’m at two thousand thirty six.”
he hadn’t finished the first tree yet
every time she passed, she asked again
Poem #17
a good friend is hard to find
you almost pass a penny on the ground
but something makes you look down
it might be shiny or tarnished
but you pick it up regardless
your pace begins to rocket
it bounces happily in your pocket
and when all is said and done,
you’re that much richer
Poem #16
years ago
tears flow
fears grow
gears slow
peers throw
steer, go
time for the show
Poem #15
she played with her new mug
saying he treats her right
saying she’ll probably get it
saying her pop wanted her home
she held her cell under her chin
saying fuck that bitch
saying it’s got to be a sign
saying sorry to be a buzzkill
I fiddled with my jacket button
saying it’s a means to an end
saying I don’t want to wait
saying I’ve got work tomorrow
and we’ll probably do it again next week.
Poem #14
his name is Ted
left for dead
In the desert
1, 2, 3
It’s a mutiny
In the desert
We were on an adventure
Fought duels, got jewels
Broke rules, so cool
A real teeth-clencher
But we got stranded, so stranded
Amongst endless dunes
Our navigator is a baboon
Only a bottle of water left
We resorted to theft
Only two bottles left
In the desert
Still wasn’t enough
Then we thought of the only reasonable thing
Ted’s disposable
his name is Ted
left for dead
In the desert
1, 2, 3
It’s a mutiny
In the desert
We left him at night
Guided by starlight
We left our baboon
Not a moment too soon
In the desert
Turns out we were rescued the next day
But they never found him
He died a hero’s death, giving us his last bottle of water
Poem #13
I’m all tapped out
not a drop left
even if you pout
we’re seriously effed
I know you doubt
but we are bereft
no rep, no clout
metaphorical death
Poem #12
he breathed hard
caved in his shoulders
and thought about
leaning his head
against the tiled wall
Poem #11
we sat in my car in the parking lot
a sapling stretched out of the planter
we talked about pointless things
the little tree was bare and slight
we cackled and complained and consumed
the spindly branches crept outward
you and I talked for hours more
we sit in your car in the parking lot
the tree stands solidly in the planter
we talk about pointless things
green leaves fill every branch
we cackle and complain and consume
the trunk is thick and strong now
I know what contentment is as you take me home