4 NEW POEMS ft. MYSELF

i've been mega-slacking in the poetry dept. and i feel like i'm letting absolutely nobody down because i'm the only one who reads it...lol.  that being said, this past saturday night, i sat down with my weapon of choice and cranked out a couple of above average poems that all kind of sound the same.  i'd be lying if i said they weren't all inspired by a similar situation.  they're all kinda short & worthless truthfully...but sweet, in the way that your 18 year old cat is blind and walks into all of the walls of the house.

the family cat Buckwheat is 97% human & not blind.

remember, if you don't/didn't know...poetry is my first love, so it's good for me to put this stuff out there regardless if it just rots online and collects massive amounts of e-dust.  i am working on squeezing out a new book the week before i deploy which should be kinda rad - if i can pull it off.  think banana cream pie with all of the chiquita stickers hidden at the bottom of the mess to serve as tokens for inexpensive raffle prizes.  should try that one pretty soon actually.

needless to say, here they are.  i felt tres guilty for posting old material and wanted to one-up myself some and double post on one night...with some fresh mint.

true love lives on strong.

even if no one cares about poetry (because i think the official 2010 u.s. census was that 9 people do...no wait, 8, wayne died tragically in that kolache eating contest)...i triple canine dare you to give these a chance and maybe...MAYBE...big maybe there, you'll like one of them.  it helps a lot if you're listening to whiny music while you read them...especially if it sounds like two teenagers making out in the background, well hidden behind layers of collegiate acoustic guitars.

the four poems are kind of dear to me because i feel like i have a lot on my plate right now with afghanistan looming and big emotions swirling about here & there.  sleep well my buzzing bees.


a)  "TWO BATTLESHIPS"

just pour some concrete into your shoes

it feels like i can no longer keep up with you

light speed princess take it easy on sunday me

i could be falling apart at the seams

it’s your job to show concern of these things

your occupation is to be beautiful and breathe

some oxygen back into me my tank is tracks slipping

the battle has just begun

we’ve mounted all of my strength here on this turret

bad hips and sly fox it’s a matter of time

we can drive with the windows down and the clocks wound back because

we can still get away with it

but tonight let’s let tonight be slower motions

and that’s alright because it’s been one whole life

it’s okay to still be getting it right

and if you let the calculator do the math then you’re sacrificing

chances to sharpen your skills

maybe it’s best to swallow the numbers entirely

heavy iron vitamins to keep the ship sailing depths peoples

courts jest about but cannot touch.

b)  "pretty little landmine"

she is science girl and window shutters

female phenomenon

you feel nice against my eyes

you come in with the morning breezes

you bury me in blankets

you use the pink shovel they had in the girl’s department.

how cute are you?

no,

i do not mind if you rhyme your words

everything you say

will be said just fine.

and i will play along to try to impress you

and 40 years later i will do the same

here, you can have my last name.

everything you say

will be said just fine

even if you are a landmine,

i want to walk with you.

she is the blueprint new development

in my upstairs downstairs.

it’s better that way

your soft back tickles my hard chest

would you have it any other way?

c)  "the balcony inside of my bedsheets"

from here where i hear

you must feel my fears

i want to feel how big your fingerprints

feel wrapped around my shoulder blades

i won’t cut you i won’t bite.

when the clock strikes ten

i will count to eleven

to make sure you have one more chance

to wake up and start your hands over again

it feels like eleven

it has to be ten.

d)  "esquelettes"

every time the sun sleeps

we feel younger than the one before

night falls on shadows i’m crawling for you

hands and knees

hands and knees

sing through ceilings 

fall through floors & walk through walls

without a scratch fingernails backs

French houses

whatever happens is supposed to

don’t let your keen secrets fool you

the skeletons in the closet watch the show

& find out the truths

chateau chateau

i love you so

the poetic inner label (written by moi) of one of our limited
t-shirt designs.

EL FIN...& goodnight.  xx