My mouth is dry
it tastes horrible and it is glued shut
i cannot stop yawning
and every time I do
my bleeding eyes lubricate themselves just a little bit more
February 5th, 2013 § Poem #23 § 3 comments § permalink
My mouth is dry
it tastes horrible and it is glued shut
i cannot stop yawning
and every time I do
my bleeding eyes lubricate themselves just a little bit more
February 4th, 2013 § Poem #22 § 0 comments § permalink
writing to strangers
mysterious friends of friends
exposing little bits of myself into thin air
handing over slivers of my past, my desires
my idiosyncrasies
February 3rd, 2013 § Poem #21 § 0 comments § permalink
What is our obligation in this life?
Are we inherently selfish?
Do we instinctively need to help others?
Is there not one path for all humanity?
Is our species that divided?
February 2nd, 2013 § Poem #20 § 0 comments § permalink
We are taught a lot in school
growing-up
history, numbers, logic
Up to two decades of
problem solving
exams
goals
yet here I am
at thirty-four
and cannot remember learning
how to move past heartbreak.
February 1st, 2013 § Poem #19 § 0 comments § permalink
Silence under a fluorescent glare
Undisturbed noise
languages bellowed
over the groans of the
mechanical servants
paid mere quarters for daily laborings
Anonymous within a town of thousands
Tucked in the corner
on chairs deserving respect
after a lifetime of offerings
Admiring the simplicity of our lives
All different breeds; All different branches
and yet always tending to
basic rituals of existence
all the same
- af
(written with pen on paper)
January 31st, 2013 § Poem #18 § 2 comments § permalink
there is a dancer on my window
she is stretched long, powerful within the glass
laid out
a splash of cleanliness
among the dirt of the window
she has sprinkled fairy-dust pollen on my windowsill
and now I am defenseless
in trying to clean, eventually, this canvas
so, for now
she will
dance
a few days more
- af
(composed on typewriter)
January 30th, 2013 § Poem #17 § 2 comments § permalink
Often
one finds themselves ill-prepared
for a counter-attack to an onslaught
of an army of vampires;
Silver bullets are too expensive
Stakes break, splinter the hands
and open wounds do not aid a successful defense
Is there anything left sacred in today’s holy water?
Which leaves garlic…lethal, but not very practical.