My man is a tall
handsome and kind
man
with the intelligence of 70 supercomputers
and a wit sharper than the focus
of the
iphone 7 camera
but he
won't be out of date a year from now.
My man has eyes
deeper than the ocean
skin smoother than a stone
polished by sand
for one hundred years.
My man listens to me
like a deer listens to the night
waiting for silence
before she moves.
My man
is a woman
whose hair is like the trees of a forest
blowing in the wind
and children pick up the hairs
to put them in books for science class.
She loves with all the swiftness
and violence of a jaguar
so when she says she loves me
and means it
the pain is insufferable but
My woman
with a brilliance unmatched
by even the greatest doctors--
she patches me right up
with a bandage and a splint
and kisses me
which is how I know
I am hers.
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
little flower
little flower
crushed by rain
we are not the same.
for i have fallen many times
by lesser drops that came.
little petal
bruised by steps
your strength is greater than mine
for once i was bruised by only a kiss
and the longing it left behind.
little roots
dried by drought
you are much more wise
for you know the rain will come back soon
and that the sun must always rise.
crushed by rain
we are not the same.
for i have fallen many times
by lesser drops that came.
little petal
bruised by steps
your strength is greater than mine
for once i was bruised by only a kiss
and the longing it left behind.
little roots
dried by drought
you are much more wise
for you know the rain will come back soon
and that the sun must always rise.
The Deep
Into the Earth, dig deep, dig deep.
There be treasures and gold to be found.
In the book it is written to be.
Throw the dirt and the rubbish into a heap.
Dig a hole twenty feet in the ground.
Into the Earth, dig deep, dig deep.
Though my family be poor and my wife she may weep,
our bellies will be full and be round.
In the book it is written to be.
I hear something below like a soft little weep,
but I mustn't be bothered by sound.
Into the Earth, dig deep, dig deep.
The chest below breaks and then with a sweep--
gaping jaws!--they swarm and abound.
In the book it was written to be.
I was never a man of superstitions to keep,
and now I am deep in the ground.
Inside the Earth, I'm deep, I'm deep,
and the book was made to bring me.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
The Adventures of Marker and Vincent from the Future
One time I woke up very early before school. My mom and dad weren't awake, so I turned on my light and I got my toy box out from under my bed. Inside the box, there was a new toy I hadn't seen before. It was a little plastic toy that looked just like me, but older. He had black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing jeans, black shoes, and a green sweater. With a tie!
I picked him up and put him in front of my eyes so I could see him better, and said, "Where did you come from?"
"I came from the future," he said. "My name is Vincent from the Future. I'm ten years old."
"Wow!" I said.
"I need your help," said Vincent from the Future. "First, get my friend Marker out of the box. She's young, like you. She has a red shirt and a ponytail."
I dug inside my box and Vincent from the Future was right--there was another new toy inside my box. I picked her up and put her in front of my eyes too. Vincent from the Future hadn't said anything about it, but Marker also had glasses, long socks, black shoes, shorts and a scarf. Her hair was brown.
"Hi, Marker," I said.
"Hi, Vincent," said Marker. She was smaller than Vincent from the Future, about two and a half inches tall.
"Wait, are you from the future too?" I asked.
"Yeah!" said Marker.
"Why are you both so small?" I asked.
Vincent from the Future sighed sadly. "We drank green juice," he said, shaking his head. "We should have known better." Marker nodded gravely.
"Why would anyone drink green juice?" I asked, disgusted.
"You'll understand when you're older," said Vincent from the Future. "Anyway, like I said, I need your help. Now listen closely."
I put Vincent from the Future and Marker on a shelf next to my bed because I was tired of holding them, and because I wanted to be able to see them and listen very carefully. I sat down and looked at them.
"I'm ready," I said.
"Okay," said Vincent from the Future. "You're gonna want to sit down when you hear this."
"I'm already sitting down," I said.
"Oh, yeah. Well." Vincent from the Future looked around to make sure no one besides the three of us was listening. He whispered. "There's a bunch of tiny people stuck inside the light bulb in your lamp."
"wwwWWHAT?" I was glad I was sitting down, because I could have fallen over from the drama of it all.
"Yes," said Vincent from the Future, very seriously. He was silent for a moment, waiting for something. "You're not going to ask how they got in there?"
"Um, no?" I said.
"They were born in there!" shouted Marker.
"Yes, they were. But they weren't supposed to be born in there. Someone put their eggs inside there a long time ago. They were supposed to be born outside, in the cold, because they're cold people. It gets really hot in light bulbs so they hate it in there. They're miserable."
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"We have to build a machine. Then we have to shrink ourselves with the machine. Then we need to use a drill to get inside the light bulb and get all the people out." Vincent from the Future paced a little bit, looking down in thought. "We should probably turn the light bulb off before we go inside."
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," said Vincent from the Future, "but I think a light bulb has something to do with electricity, which can be very dangerous."
"I know how to turn off a light bulb," said Marker, knowingly.
"Me too," I said. So I got up and unplugged the lamp. Then I sat back down to listen to the rest of the plan.
"We'll need supplies," said Vincent from the Future. "Blocks, Legos, springs, magnets, a toy firetruck, and most importantly, a tutu."
"My sister has a tutu," I said.
"You don't have a sister!" said Marker.
"Oh yeah," I said. "I just like to pretend I have a sister. But I have a tutu, so it's okay."
I got all the supplies and brought them back to Marker and Vincent from the Future, who made them into a shrinking machine and a drill. Marker did most of the work, even though she's little like me! Vincent from the Future said that's because she has a scientific mind.
"Do I have a scientific mind?" I asked.
"Definitely not," said Vincent from the Future. "I would know."
I got the light bulb out of the lamp and put in on the shelf next to Marker, Vincent from the Future, the drill and the shrinking machine. Marker powered up the shrinking machine and shrunk the drill first. Then she shrunk Vincent from the Future. Then she shrunk me. And then somehow, she shrunk herself. We all stood at the bottom of the light bulb, looking up. The light bulb was so big that I didn't notice at first that Marker was now the same height as me, and Vincent from the Future was much taller.
"Hey, you got taller!" I said.
"Well, actually, we all got a lot shorter. But you got more short," said Vincent from the Future. That made my brain hurt, and I understood what Vincent from the Future had meant about not having a scientific mind.
Marker got started on what she called "surveying the situation", which turned out to be walking around, looking at things and saying "Hm," a lot. She also knocked on different parts of the light bulb and then put her ear on the glass to listen.
"What is she doing?" I asked.
"Don't question to the method," said Vincent from the Future, coolly. The he looked a bit guilty. "Well, actually, I don't know what she's doing and I'm awfully curious about it too. I was just acting aloof to seem cool."
I didn't know what aloof meant but I sure appreciated that even a ten year old was confused.
I picked him up and put him in front of my eyes so I could see him better, and said, "Where did you come from?"
"I came from the future," he said. "My name is Vincent from the Future. I'm ten years old."
"Wow!" I said.
"I need your help," said Vincent from the Future. "First, get my friend Marker out of the box. She's young, like you. She has a red shirt and a ponytail."
I dug inside my box and Vincent from the Future was right--there was another new toy inside my box. I picked her up and put her in front of my eyes too. Vincent from the Future hadn't said anything about it, but Marker also had glasses, long socks, black shoes, shorts and a scarf. Her hair was brown.
"Hi, Marker," I said.
"Hi, Vincent," said Marker. She was smaller than Vincent from the Future, about two and a half inches tall.
"Wait, are you from the future too?" I asked.
"Yeah!" said Marker.
"Why are you both so small?" I asked.
Vincent from the Future sighed sadly. "We drank green juice," he said, shaking his head. "We should have known better." Marker nodded gravely.
"Why would anyone drink green juice?" I asked, disgusted.
"You'll understand when you're older," said Vincent from the Future. "Anyway, like I said, I need your help. Now listen closely."
I put Vincent from the Future and Marker on a shelf next to my bed because I was tired of holding them, and because I wanted to be able to see them and listen very carefully. I sat down and looked at them.
"I'm ready," I said.
"Okay," said Vincent from the Future. "You're gonna want to sit down when you hear this."
"I'm already sitting down," I said.
"Oh, yeah. Well." Vincent from the Future looked around to make sure no one besides the three of us was listening. He whispered. "There's a bunch of tiny people stuck inside the light bulb in your lamp."
"wwwWWHAT?" I was glad I was sitting down, because I could have fallen over from the drama of it all.
"Yes," said Vincent from the Future, very seriously. He was silent for a moment, waiting for something. "You're not going to ask how they got in there?"
"Um, no?" I said.
"They were born in there!" shouted Marker.
"Yes, they were. But they weren't supposed to be born in there. Someone put their eggs inside there a long time ago. They were supposed to be born outside, in the cold, because they're cold people. It gets really hot in light bulbs so they hate it in there. They're miserable."
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"We have to build a machine. Then we have to shrink ourselves with the machine. Then we need to use a drill to get inside the light bulb and get all the people out." Vincent from the Future paced a little bit, looking down in thought. "We should probably turn the light bulb off before we go inside."
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," said Vincent from the Future, "but I think a light bulb has something to do with electricity, which can be very dangerous."
"I know how to turn off a light bulb," said Marker, knowingly.
"Me too," I said. So I got up and unplugged the lamp. Then I sat back down to listen to the rest of the plan.
"We'll need supplies," said Vincent from the Future. "Blocks, Legos, springs, magnets, a toy firetruck, and most importantly, a tutu."
"My sister has a tutu," I said.
"You don't have a sister!" said Marker.
"Oh yeah," I said. "I just like to pretend I have a sister. But I have a tutu, so it's okay."
I got all the supplies and brought them back to Marker and Vincent from the Future, who made them into a shrinking machine and a drill. Marker did most of the work, even though she's little like me! Vincent from the Future said that's because she has a scientific mind.
"Do I have a scientific mind?" I asked.
"Definitely not," said Vincent from the Future. "I would know."
I got the light bulb out of the lamp and put in on the shelf next to Marker, Vincent from the Future, the drill and the shrinking machine. Marker powered up the shrinking machine and shrunk the drill first. Then she shrunk Vincent from the Future. Then she shrunk me. And then somehow, she shrunk herself. We all stood at the bottom of the light bulb, looking up. The light bulb was so big that I didn't notice at first that Marker was now the same height as me, and Vincent from the Future was much taller.
"Hey, you got taller!" I said.
"Well, actually, we all got a lot shorter. But you got more short," said Vincent from the Future. That made my brain hurt, and I understood what Vincent from the Future had meant about not having a scientific mind.
Marker got started on what she called "surveying the situation", which turned out to be walking around, looking at things and saying "Hm," a lot. She also knocked on different parts of the light bulb and then put her ear on the glass to listen.
"What is she doing?" I asked.
"Don't question to the method," said Vincent from the Future, coolly. The he looked a bit guilty. "Well, actually, I don't know what she's doing and I'm awfully curious about it too. I was just acting aloof to seem cool."
I didn't know what aloof meant but I sure appreciated that even a ten year old was confused.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
I Don't Live at Home Anymore
i don't live at home anymore
with the (sometimes)
quiet murmurs
smooth skin
watching eyes
helpful
criticisms
i was like a child (happy)
you said, SO LOUD
(i'm embarrassed of you)
so,
i tried to be (qu)aint
and (i) wait(e)d
a long (t)ime
you know,
like skinner's rats who killed themselves
pressing the bar
only they may have
known what they wanted while
i
(you) buried (me)
myself
under a heap of dirt so dark
and
i don't live at home anymore
i drive right past to
four walls
and a bed
with the
loneliness (is it worse)
darkness of the hours i can't sleep
woken by thoughts because
IT'S SO QUIET HERE
(is it better) and i'm so tired but
my friends say
i seem like myself again
(under that heap of dirt
what began to grow?)
these streets feel unfamiliar
(is it the same) city
if you're not here?
who was it living
under the dirt
struggling to breathe?
(was it me?)
i'm sick and move like a million bricks
are on my feet
so far
and
i don't live at home anymore
but the distance
i think
is the same.
with the (sometimes)
quiet murmurs
smooth skin
watching eyes
helpful
criticisms
i was like a child (happy)
you said, SO LOUD
(i'm embarrassed of you)
so,
i tried to be (qu)aint
and (i) wait(e)d
a long (t)ime
you know,
like skinner's rats who killed themselves
pressing the bar
only they may have
known what they wanted while
i
(you) buried (me)
myself
under a heap of dirt so dark
and
i don't live at home anymore
i drive right past to
four walls
and a bed
with the
loneliness (is it worse)
darkness of the hours i can't sleep
woken by thoughts because
IT'S SO QUIET HERE
(is it better) and i'm so tired but
my friends say
i seem like myself again
(under that heap of dirt
what began to grow?)
these streets feel unfamiliar
(is it the same) city
if you're not here?
who was it living
under the dirt
struggling to breathe?
(was it me?)
i'm sick and move like a million bricks
are on my feet
so far
and
i don't live at home anymore
but the distance
i think
is the same.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
The Enchanted Forest
Deep inside the forest
there is a place that's always night
where flowers, moss and trees
will be everywhere in sight.
And if you come in Spring,
on a slightly misty day
you'll come upon a sight
that's most mystical and gay.
For even in the day,
In the forest it is night,
Which is why the fairy people
Have so many lovely lights.
And if you are so quiet,
with a spirit calm and good,
you can see the world of fairies
just as a fairy would.
You can see their houses shimmer
you can see them in a boat
you can see them sing and dance and fly
without a need to gloat.
Though many cannot see them
and will say it isn't true
I have seen this wonder
and now I'm telling it to you.
So go into the forest,
to the stream and to the sea
for if you don't you'll never know
what wonders there may be.
there is a place that's always night
where flowers, moss and trees
will be everywhere in sight.
And if you come in Spring,
on a slightly misty day
you'll come upon a sight
that's most mystical and gay.
For even in the day,
In the forest it is night,
Which is why the fairy people
Have so many lovely lights.
And if you are so quiet,
with a spirit calm and good,
you can see the world of fairies
just as a fairy would.
You can see their houses shimmer
you can see them in a boat
you can see them sing and dance and fly
without a need to gloat.
Though many cannot see them
and will say it isn't true
I have seen this wonder
and now I'm telling it to you.
So go into the forest,
to the stream and to the sea
for if you don't you'll never know
what wonders there may be.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
apologist
disheveled
bleached hair
attention seeking
slut
addicted to
cocaine
fame
selling drugs
fell in love with a rapper
heard of chris brown
what did she EXPECT?
should have
listened
to the rumors
should have known
what would happen
it's like she fucking
wanted it
which is why
he
gets the benefit of the doubt
besides
that dumb bitch had it coming
glad someone
finally taught her a lesson
living without fear
is foolish
that bitch should
know
her
place
bleached hair
attention seeking
slut
addicted to
cocaine
fame
selling drugs
fell in love with a rapper
heard of chris brown
what did she EXPECT?
should have
listened
to the rumors
should have known
what would happen
it's like she fucking
wanted it
which is why
he
gets the benefit of the doubt
besides
that dumb bitch had it coming
glad someone
finally taught her a lesson
living without fear
is foolish
that bitch should
know
her
place
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