I woke up at the farm
And cracked open the Mad Farmer
It felt like the right thing
And the total wrong thing
Just like it felt wrong
To read a foreward
When I meant to read poetry
So here I sit with attitude
Having read three poems
In the dark
And now I can tell people
I read the Mad Farmer at the farm
Like I'm some sort of learned man of the earth
#Poetry
Just wait, just watch
A future will form and exist
Small though it is the
Town passes by in your rearview like the
Girl you used to be
Livin' comes easy
In the out there beyond
A thing you won't expect
Lonely then full of life this
World you've yet to build
#Poetry
Everyone else was rolling to their
Workaday occupations
While this group of folk
Like so many crows
Working together to
Antagonize their neighbors
They pushed buttons
Picked up little projects
Of no import
But their own amusement
Sometimes they didn't talk
To each other for days
Then suddenly
With little planning
They were pushing towards
An invented goal
Realizing
Aren't they all made up?
While the rest of us
Were tapping our watches
And punching our clocks
Like they were our faces in the mirror
#Poetry
Imagine going along in life
Saying all those things
Just talking and talking
That's how you got attention
Affirmation
Admiration
Suddenly those things you're saying
Close the doors
To friendships and jobs
Sealed in your little tin can
Smelling only your own breath
And whatever used to be stored in here
It's like a bubble
Forced upon you
Around you
The only thing you can think to do
More words
More shouting
More attention
Tighter seals
Your tiny, tinny voice
Hardly getting heard
Such that it needs paraphrased
Until it no longer echoes around
Anywhere in reality
But only in your head
#Poetry
[B]elow caution
and low
new threats
The good but not
all free fall.
reported below
time
dropped
[I]n reason
Friday
While
people stay up and use layers
feel personal
[D]ebuted mostly
by bed
afternoon and
keeping moderate
#Poetry
It's only proper after twenty-one (almost twenty-two)
Years to the bitter end
Three times I had warned you
But did you listen?
Hearing is an easy thing
So long as you don't have to comprehend
The hundreds of words
So even though we have those four hellions
I'd sooner punt them to the curb than keep on like this
...
Oh, please. PLEASE DO IT!
Dial 9-1-1 and tell them I'm yelling at you
My eardrums say it's mutual
Say that one more time
I dare ya
Yeah?
Yeah.
#Poetry
My uncle writes a poem
He thinks it's quite a tome
The words don't make much sense
Not even matching tense
But onward he keeps goin'
He asks his brother “What'd you think?”
Between sips of his drink
His brother says, “Good,
you rhymed hood with wood.”
His fingers crossed and a wink
I suppose it's okay for a hobby
Keeps your kids from the nursing home lobby
If the poems are too weak
Like they've sprung a leak
At least you're not gnarled and knobby
#Poetry
The face looking back
Wrinkled beyond its years
By disturbances in the waters
Distorted then still then distorted again
What you became
Become
Becoming
One visage across time
Interrupted by pulses
From a rock tossed out
Knees in the dirt
Pebbles like a side stitch
Sharp pains
Up, brushed
Reflection internalized
Time to go
#Poetry
There isn't any good response to it.
Heat rose up
My head the ceiling of a sweat lodge
All reaction
All instinct
Shards of my mood lay in the rug
To be stepped on days later
“You have to learn to control yourself.”
“Nnnaaaagh! I know.”
Trying to think thoughts in a still-empty head
“It's just...”
“I know.”
Little white saviors bring healing
With big bumps in the road
I can't see coming
Until the bounce
Cracks my head on the roof
Not even the decency
The energy
To help clean up
I go horizontal
With designs
To wake up myself
#Poetry
Sit back lovely
Look in the mirror
Each dot like the first gray hair
The first wrinkle
The signs of life
The furrows of well-lived
Smiles dug into skin
To be seen as happy shadows
A dent in the pillow
A crease in the sheet
Perfectly molded to hold the memory
Of your hand in mine
One of many in this long journey
To this recline
Looking up
At the twinkling of each memory
#Poetry