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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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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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)
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
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
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…
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
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