Saturday, July 26, 2008

• While I'm away, the poetry piles up.

  Currently Listening No, Virginia... By The Dresden Dolls see related

  I Need Someone

  to kiss me on the temple

  to pop my back at night

  to rub my feet

  to cuddle with me

  to pick me up like I weigh nothing

  to laugh at my jokes

  to make me laugh

  to tell me yes

  to tell me no

  to tell me maybe

  to experiment with me

  to make stars explode behind my eyes

  to catch my breath in a kiss

  to lose self control with me

  to run away with me

  to come back with me

  to expect nothing more and nothing less

  to understand when silence is ok

  to get that no might sometimes mean yes

  to know that please and thankyou are never needed but always implied

  to love me even when hating me seems like the more valid option.

  Bitter Expectations

  I Wish Caleb hadn't married Kendra

  I'm not sure why

  I just wish

  that life hadn't played out like that

  so expected

  so accepted

  he deserved more

  she deserved less

  I'm being unfair

  but who gives a shit?

  I'm bitter

  but no one will ever know

  least of all

  Caleb and Kendra.

  Pat H. 7/7/08

  Pat's dead.

  I can't believe it.

  She wasn't that old.

  It was cancer

  of course.

  Possibly the treatment.

  She went from

  healthy and robust

  and even sassy

  to skinny, frail

  and soft spoken

  and now she's gone.

  I think I'd rather die

  that have chemo,

  but that is only because

  I've seen people waste away

  and it was hard to watch.

  I don't really know

  what i'd do

  if faced with that choice.

  I can't be held to these words

  I've yet to face the horrid situation.

  Pond-erances

  Fishing.

  Isn't it supposed

  to be tranquil

  or relaxing?

  All I ever feel

  is boredome.

  I sit here

  and stare

  at the bobber

  glistening red and white

  and I tap my foot

  pop my gum

  blink, stretch.

  I forgot to bring a chair

  and now my ass is numb

  and my foot's asleep.

  The rock I'm perched on

  is a damned uncomfortable seat.

  None of this is worth

  threading worms on hoods.

  Their shit/guts sliming up everything.

  Relaxing is tedious and uncomfortable work.

  Waves

  Have you ever stopped

  and just listened?

  Of course you always hear

  those everyday sounds

  of dogs barking and

  traffic going by.

  What I call listening

  is really ignoring.

  Block out those sounds

  until you hear

  water running through pipes

  or mothers cooing to babies

  down the hall.

  It's sounds

  underneath the din

  you should look for,

  and collect like keepsakes

  for the times when

  blairing horns

  and screaming neighbors

  demand notice

  above all else.

  That Night

  Simply an indescresion,

  nothing more.

  Don't wory.

  It won't be

  on the news

  or in the paper,

  although I must warn you

  it might show up on the web.

  Of course,

  I'll change your name,

  mine too probably,

  and maybe

  I'll alter the event a little.

  After all,

  my readers

  have come to expect

  a certain flair to what i write

  and quite frankly

  with you

  embellishment is

  the only option

  I have left.

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