January 31, 2009

#11 grade 3 lithp

grade 3 lithp

on tuesdays
at recess
i see mrs schwartz

she makes me repeat things lots
things.
lots.
she gives me purple suckers
pur-ple.
suck-ers.

she is nice
grown-ups call her Ann

i wish i could too


January 27, 2009

#10 anxiety

phone rings
my breath
restricted to throat

official paperwork
my muscles
tighten twenty percent

dress clothes
my imagination
stage light on me

paying bills
dry mouth
swallow
chew lip

January 26, 2009

#9 click here

click here

half off
(quality)

bogo
free

disposable
styrofoam

fine
print

January 22, 2009

#8 objectionable content

flagged:

objectionable content

that's what they called it
i typed questions
got policy and procedure feedback:
got referred to
"the wisdom of crowds"

same crowds that voted W

do you trust the wisdom of crowds?
safe
diluted
or the wisdom of one?
risky
radical

#7 obama

obama january '09

bliss?
perfection?
perceived pressure
say nothing bad

a tide..?
yes
a new tide..?

no
history
has told the story
to death

to death

#6 today

today

mediocrity is overdone
go big or go home is cliched
and i am ranting
in the most superficial sense

wine and nachos
to drown and cover my world's problems
honesty is taboo
sex is not

January 21, 2009

#5 normal

normal

fought for this
now crazy with it
new car
2 1/2 kids

good looking wife
fake along in public
experts at avoiding
reality and each other

for our kids
meet all wants
but no needs

January 20, 2009

#4 bad year poem

bad year

sleep...

fresh lines
fresh tracks
first chair
first lift
soft powder
deep powder
blue sky
bluebird day

alarm clock

all i need...

snow

January 19, 2009

#3 speak to me poem

speak to me

behind backs
words exchange
travel and change

hurt happens
when new words return
twisted
ugly

rumours snowball
reputations crash

and we talk about
unfairness
injustice
we talk...

to others
about others

January 18, 2009

#2 roots and family poem

roots and family

under the tree that is me
are
parents
siblings
cousins

under that tree that you see
are
roots
xylem
phloem

#1 roots poem

roots

invisible
forgotten

feed
connect
anchor

our history
is
our selves

no light
and
no glory
My first post.  Hopefully more to come.