So hello then
This is my surrender
I’ve found you again
But this time is sweet
This time, no terror
Archive for October, 2007
Back Again?
Posted in Poetry, tagged Surrender, terror on October 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Power Outage
Posted in Poetry, tagged aging, appliance, Assisted living, batteries, digital, high-tech, keypad, manual, old, overheard, reset, Second life, TV remote, VCR on October 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I drivel
into my digital recorder,
glance at my aging appliances,
the ones I’ve saved for twenty years.
My simple switch soldiers
bear a conspicuous ON/OFF.
No keypad.
No manual
requiring study
to install the batteries.
When the power goes out
and comes back on,
so do they.
What fine friends.
No res(e)t needed.
My VCR’s time
it flashed for decades.
I refused to set it.
When I did,
the power went off
like a [...]
Holy Moments
Posted in Poetry, tagged conflict, daily, holy, no time, overheard, overwork, Poetry, Second life, stress on October 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
When each moment is sacred
you’ll think you’ve gone mad.
Too much pausing
to look at flower,
pebble,
one grain
of sand.
The stopping adds up,
your work lies undone.
Such a cruel conflict
between holy and daily,
a wretched wrestling match
to keep the sacred alive.
Beggar Bearing Latte
Posted in Poetry, tagged beggars, cigarette, City life, homeless, latte, middle class, money, overworked on October 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
He smokes a five buck cigarette,
Has a latte in hand
Has the gall to eye me
And say,
Man…Got spare change?
Holding out his hand.
Where’s my latte?
My low tax bracket?
Public healthcare provided
And a fine cigarette
To kill myself with?
How revealing, his song of mock:
Got the city homeless blues
Got a fine pair of shoes
Clean library restrooms
Yeah, they’re home
Got a regular loan
From these [...]
A Long Circle
Posted in Poetry, tagged aging, freedom, get a grip, give up, overheard, Poetry, Second life, wrinkles, Youth on October 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I gave away my youth today—
Pried open my clenched hand—
a release that felt so good
I could not stop the tears.
Now, perhaps I can live my life.
Let a young crushed chick fly free.
My hand, so hard from the gripping,
Felt cool and exhausted.
Good god—
Why did I wait so long?
Unloved
Posted in Poetry, tagged alone, child, despair, ecstasy, execution, friend, lonely, love, soul, spirit, unloved on October 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
There comes an aching moment
when you realize you are truly alone.
No lover, no wedded one,
no long-term friend
no nurtured child
will be there when
you face your deepest despair.
It is then
that you collapse.
Grab yourself by the throat
raw and raging
disgusted, hating.
No one loves you. No one ever will.
And you shred your skin
as if scaling a fish.
Invoke self pain
to punish [...]