August 23rd, 2010

i seem
to have forgotten
to write
poems

August 18th, 2010

i want everything you have
and i hate you for it.

August 18th, 2010

i want everything you have
and i hate you for it.

August 17th, 2010

overblown

it's like you're opening up
finally
opening your eyes
petals
blossoms
blooming
you are blooming
you are finally alive
and you wait to be plucked

time will pass:
spring, summer, etc.

there comes a time
when a flower begins to lose itself.
it will pass through blooming and into bloomed
and then
the petals will droop, the pollen blown off
wasted on the wind
each stalk will weaken
and sink
to one side

you see,
nature gets tired of waiting, too.

August 16th, 2010

look outside

squint

you can almost see the snow

sidewalks and streets
cars and rooftops

wintertime is waiting there

in your memory

a snowfall is always within reach

August 14th, 2010

straight and sober

there isn't a poem

there

August 13th, 2010

i don't want to do this anymore
this long
tired ride
my eyes straining against the darkness
looking for the light

August 12th, 2010

i wrote you a poem
and then broke it up into little tiny pieces
i hid them in places
and wanted you to find them
i wanted you to stumble upon them
like eavesdropped secrets
or change in the couch
the last spoonful of ice cream,
cold, smooth, unexpected
but you didn't really get it
my poem remains unread
and you will never know
how i felt about you
then

August 11th, 2010

word association

time

is

runnnnnnnnnning

out

the front door

is open

and i have

lost the

keys

to the hearts

of many boys

August 10th, 2010

you can tell when people love one another on facebook

there are the photos
of the trips they
take together

photos of one another's faces
eyes,
hands,
feet,
here she is eating
here he is smiling at something...
me? something i said? mouths open
mouths full
drinks in their hands

sometimes (most times) they're posed in front of monuments
or the seaside
or the ferry
or the lake
or the museum
or the street sign
or the restaurant
where "something happened once"
but the photo is not of that thing,
that thing is an excuse
a backdrop
for the real picture
which is her
or him
or them

these photos are often closeups;
the scenery is love

August 8th, 2010

metaphors

Jenny Ryan divides her time
between together and apart
between taken and up-for-grabs
between tethered and bereft

this is a seesaw and she's been up and down
a bit too much lately
she's hurting but not in a good way
from all the push and pull

what other opposites can we throw in the mix?

here and there
empty and brimming
deep and shallow
awake and asleep
sure and tentative
real and make-believe
open and shut
lost and found
you and me