As I promised
1
-Observations from the Lake-
The lichen unfolds across my thoughts
like green laughter
As my unconscious counts every ripple in my wake,
and silently slots them in the shelves of my mind,
Painting dewy decimal runes along the spines of my memory,
Imagination leaves it’s mark.
I watch the wind, making the most of herself out among the reeds,
Her modesty being outstripped by the wasps
their buzzing vanity vying for notice.
In the distace,
A single moth,
Crippled by the light
Flickers against the sky
And tumbles toward the sun.
The evening angles her away from herself,
Suddenly the idea of distance unhinges,
and wraps itself around the bending shadows,
In an instant I am everywhere,
As I evaporate into the sky.
2
-Finally-
The leaves are receding from their super saturation,
The sky has begun letting go of it’s dusty separation
Fat summer rain drops splashing in fractals,
Unfolding the cold all across the sun’s finest regime
I kick off my reason,
And any ideas I may have had of recreation,
Extending my feet to wet and welcoming sky
And smile
As the earth gets reacquainted with the sky.
3
-Elegance is a Delusion-
Ashamed pesticide flags
Waving away their yellow posy masquerade.
After bringing the inside in,
We decide to bring the inside out.
Every aggravation has it’s cure.
Artificial tree fingers leading to multiple deception,
On a day like today every lake in the area
(perhaps even a few ponds)
Will be protected from the sun’s most harmful UVA and UVB rays,
The swirling sheen on the surface will see to that
A fluid coating is the residue of our courteous carelessness.
Sometimes we’re even kind enough to feed our gasoline to the fishes.
And of course, there we are
Swimming toward a chemical future
Our ignorance plunging through the seagull’s screams
Breathing manufactured bergamot.
And for some silly reason (sanitation I suspect)
Nobody ever makes love in the grass anymore.
Our elegance is a delusion.
4
-Cinch-
This “little” circumference has known
the pull off ribbons and dark velvet sashes,
and several vertical, ribcage reductions .
Pinched into zippers,
exhaling softly,
yet as much as the lungs will permit,
One swift jerk
and you jam together
that stubborn hook and eye.
As it catches you realize,
all those magazines were right;
The waist is completely attainable.
And then
(you breathe)
The zipper splits.
5
-Moving On-
The taste of escape draws you toward itself
The sun hanging soft on your back like a split blood orange.
Peeling away from yourself,
your honeysuckle and jellyfish rind
With your skin in a tingle
You leave the amber sky behind.
number 1 was written in eastern washington it was a longer epic-type piece but that mostly sucked to i changed it
number 2 was another theme poem (theme was "a turn of event/change in plans") I really only relate to the theme on my terms but I don't care, and if you look real closely you'll see that this poem isn't just about rain.
number 3 I wrote tonight mostly out of one line (the beinging one) which represented my exasperation American's disregard.
number 4 was a theme poem at Zippy's (coffee house which host poetry reading on thursday nights) i played with the theme which was Waste, but since the cue for this theme was vocal I decided to play with waist instead.
number 5 was written some weeks ago while I was driving actually. Except for a few words here and there I essentailly memorized the lines in my head until I got to my notebook. I really like it for it's sounds. esp. the 4th line.
each one (excepting #4) is actually about an important emotional event that happened in the past 3 weeks.
I hope you have enjoyed!
ps- poetry is love and early grey is my drug.