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i, at peace

January 29th, 2013 § Poem #16 § 2 comments § permalink

 

Life is so much calmer now, tolerable
Suddenly, it feels almost enjoyable

I feel a little ill
it is my body fighting back
finally
because I am home
and sad
and reflective
and wanting
still
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Who Cares?

January 28th, 2013 § Poem #15 § 2 comments § permalink

 

Who cares?

 

At this point,

most of my battles are regarding principle,

and after each one of them

I think the same thing

 

Who cares?

 

Why not be stubborn in my success

rather than

with my grudges?

 

Things will get done when they need to be done,

and if they don’t

and they should be

and it was important that they were,

well,

in the end,

days from now, years from now

it is not really going to matter

is it?

One day

it will be brought up in conversation

a temper might flare

but all I’ll really think is

 

Who cares?

 

 

-  af

 

 

 

 

(written on computer)

bittersweet mother

January 26th, 2013 § Poem #14 § 0 comments § permalink

 

I was always a good student

followed the system, obeyed orders, climbed the ladder

I said “Yes, Ma’am,” and “No, Sir”

I wanted “A’s”, I wanted to be a lawyer

 

She taught me, young, to be irresponsible

What I will always remember

is her trying

to teach me what was “right” in life

but I knew she never believed any of it herself

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number 13

January 26th, 2013 § Poem #13 § 0 comments § permalink

 

Number thirteen

 

on twelve twelve twelve

 

a quick shot of espresso

 

wake up, slap the face

 

need to get going, doing something

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i just want to write a poem

January 25th, 2013 § Poem #12 § 2 comments § permalink

 

Stop looking at me

you, next to me

and you, next to me on the other side

I am trying to write this poem

and I can feel you

through your endless unstructured babble at the television

the TELEVISION, for fuck’s sake…

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marble notebook

January 24th, 2013 § Poem #11 § 0 comments § permalink

 

The crackle of the cardboard peeling from the paper

The smell as the paper’s dust opens up naïve memories

So much to ingest, I would think,

even at a young age on the first day of school,

even after I had released the previous night’s dinner

the morning of that first day

as part of my annual ritual

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life is interesting

January 23rd, 2013 § Poem #10 § 0 comments § permalink

 

Life

is

interesting enough

 

We get to breathe

without ever trying

 

We get to play

get hurt, heal

get to play some more

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