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| i think i might be screwing shit up on accident.
if i write it like this is it a poem?
i think i
might be
might not see how
i'm screwing shit up
on accident
the answer is no.
does it being an accident make it easier to fix? | | |
| coffee cups coversation (II)
sweet smells fill
air rising with sweet
anticipation and steam
then
touch lips to taste
swallow- or gulp
it moves past fluttering heart and
butterflies
to the pit of my stomach
and stays there
till all of me is warm
it feels just like
falling in love again
[swallow twice more and
it's gone]
(10-7)
everyone’s singing
the same song
voices mix and flow
some loud- stand out, then are
drowned out by the swells of
sweater harmonies
everyone’s singing
falling flat and wavering
searching for and
surging up to
the right note. someone
hits it, and
everyone singing
follows suit
changes melodies
changing tides
carrying
everyone singing
on a current of churning tones
everyone’s singing
and I don’t know the words
(10-5-05)
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| parts of poems i can't finish
----
coffee cups conversation
mingle steam
through mingled breath
held just short of
burning tongues
by warming fingers
wrapped tightly around it
----
words with wings
weighty words with wings
fluttering, straining
dip, sink- then rising
travel slowly
who will wait to hear them
if I sing them they will
fly farther
if i write them they will
last longer
if i hold them i my hand they
won't have to fight through the air | | |
| = art
shadows + blank stares
gazing at unseen
distances
undefined spaces
upturned, down-turned, sideways
faces
fuzzy foreground
blurry in back
narrow place of clarity
broadening meaning
never smiling
if it is sad, it must hold truth
tell me what it is
‚ beauty
(8-25)
something i was thinking about today, looking at cd covers. the only time i feel like i see smiling faces in "art" or media is when they're trying to sell me something. is it just that we have no other way to express what is unsure or dark or deep inside us? is it easier to find ways to express the good? why is happiness not art. at least not pop art. i don't know. maybe this doesn't make sense.
that square is supposed to be a doesnot equal sign.
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| blowing kisses in the air/one-one thousand
biding, killing, stealing time
making stands- and minutes mine
dancing first while hours fly
watching second hands
waltz
by
what was yours and ours
now solely mine
we cannot see or touch or hold
but I have made it my game to own
taking, filling, willing time
leaving signs- and you behind
I will win
when
you give up
waiting | | |
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