We almost touched
Side by side on the sofa
That sank towards the middle
And the electricity
Of the almost touching
Had nowhere to earth
blew the tv
And we jumped back away from each other
Laughing
Tag: poetry
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In that small moment
We almost touchedSide by side on the sofaThat sank towards the middleAnd the electricityOf the almost touchingHad nowhere to earthblew the tvAnd we jumped back away from each otherLaughing
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Dad
You cry
You never cried before
Now it’s a thing you can remember how to do
One of the few threads left
This sadness
That it’s become this way
You’ve become this way
The pattern of your life is
Not
a pattern
anymore
You are not sure why you are here
Or when
You always joked about losing your mind
Take me out side you said
With a shotgun you said
Take me to the lake you said
But there is not a lake deep enough for this loss
And I don’t have the mettle to take you there even if it there was
And where are we going to get a shotgun from?
This ain’t America
thank god
and if I did find one
from some farmer perhaps
how would I even find the words
to remind you every few minutes
Why I am asking you to turn around
While I point a shotgun
at your head.You cry You never cried before Now it’s a thing you can remember how to doOne of the few threads leftThis sadnessThat it’s become this wayYou’ve become this way The pattern of your life is Not a pattern anymoreYou are not sure why you are hereOr whenYou always joked about losing your mind Take me…
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Succulent
I feel the constant vibrations of your world around me,
all day, sharp juddering against my smooth flesh,
In this pot,
I am adrift.
Still, I feel the connections of my kin,
grown, growing,
dying and dead,
seed and shoot,
far and near.
Even though round me is barren,
I have this small fertile pool,
I can put forth memories of my future,
even that might not be,
if there is not enough space for them here,
I take this as I take a stone
in the earth,
where my roots feel out,
One way,
the other,
no matter.
I express myself through the air,
parting molecules with my firm, juicy, chaotically uniform shapes,
I jut out in pairs from my core,
I express ever outward,
I need for nothing but emergence,
I exist only to jam song form through the air,
as my secret roots bind me.I feel the constant vibrations of your world around me,all day, sharp juddering against my smooth flesh,In this pot,I am adrift.Still, I feel the connections of my kin,grown, growing,dying and dead,seed and shoot,far and near.Even though round me is barren,I have this small fertile pool,I can put forth memories of my future,even that might not…
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Crow
My kind have been here sometime
since before you created these tall tall places to stand
And dug new veins into earth
Before the world got loud with your ruckus
We stand on these new tall places
Taller than any trees we had seen before
And watch you
These new places are unmoving
They don t talk to us like the trees do
They don t shiver at our touch
There is only cold hardness when our claws touch
The scraps you throw us are welcome change
from the carrion we usually feed on
We appreciate the closeness and attention you show us
But you look askance or laugh when we try to talk to you
I hop close to look at you
one eye at a time
We have much to tell you
Words
Tellings from the time before
And the time after
We have words for you
If only you would remember
how to listen.My kind have been here sometimesince before you created these tall tall places to standAnd dug new veins into earthBefore the world got loud with your ruckusWe stand on these new tall placesTaller than any trees we had seen beforeAnd watch youThese new places are unmovingThey don t talk to us like the trees doThey…