26 untitled (2016)

The first time the traffic light turned green
Seemed obscene to me
And I went and it meant that I had reached my peak

A weak week left me on my back and knocked me off my feet and you reap what you sow but can you sow what you reap?


This is the last poem of 2016. I’m going to get started on typing up poetry for 2017 that I have written down in journals.

Thank you so much for being on this journey with me. Please, do not hesitate if you’d like to see my poetic opinion on anything.

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25 the subtle way things change

The subtle way things change

The subtle way things move around unnoticed
Switching a book on the shelf
The pile of socks is one sock larger

Something left unhinged
A towel folded horizontally
Being unable to smell out one nostril

Rewatching your favorite show
And noticing a new detail

How do your bones crack in the evening and the morning?
When the sun sneaks up and away from you

A kiss a millimeter to the left
A belt’s forgotten notch

Maybe an itch you’ve never experienced
Or the sensation of relief afterwards?

Did you feel sadness for the first time?
Can you remember the last memory the same?

23 sam

4/17/68 – 9/5/16

With patience, i see your
Handwriting in mine

With anger I see it even more clearly

smelled like old steering wheel leather
And aftershave, 24 years familiar

I watched you travel to discworld, hyrule, world of warcraft

And you taught me the lyrics to every popular song from the
60s 70s 80s (Kool 1-OH-8)

Left behind us all
Named Kiddo

 


unsubmitted obituary for my dad

22 driving at night to the beat (2016)

Fat stack monoliths at night

Penetrates sky
Scrapes land
Space arms race
Slow pace

Hands reach tongues preach
Secrets breach
Teachers teach

Pass GO to the flow
Go to stop the slow glow

Stop light on avenue’s right
No lefts at night

Wind whips
Smiles, lips
Eyes blink
Mind trips

Plane lands,
Snelling, Grand

I can, I can, I can

 


Definitely have some hip hop influence here. I have, recently, been writing more rhythmically. This is the first of those. I love this.

21 rocky (2016)

With every rocky start
And every beat of her rocky heart
The blood pumped, veins throbbed
Eye itched, sweat dripped

To meet her greatest fear, and desire to overcome that fear
With a vice grip extending from her pubis
On target, on point
There is sweat, there is dirt

There is no more survival for an age old compromise

Just do it, and do it now

Everything comforting is distorted
Familiar like a Dali landscape
The map by Mondrian

The flight has left her
There’s only fight left
And she’ll survive

For she has become the fittest

And she will win
because she fears no loss

And she will rise because she believes
In flying
Not falling.

20 drumbeats (2016)

Da da da da da
On the waves of breath
Of the ghost people
Da da da da da

Driven to corners,
Herded to near extinction
No animals deserve this treatment
To the sound of heart beats
Da da da da da dum

One world, one empathy
Belonging to the souls of those in turmoil
Da da da da da dum

Fleeing our familiarities
For a chance at safety
Leave the sun to the vultures,
we travel by the thin light of the stars

Da da da da da dum