Full Sized Excavators
I am at the window
looking towards
the giant
machines
against the sunset
I get this
silly feeling like
there is a great hole out there
just waiting
this is what tall grass feels
when swaying softly against
I say outloud
we are a diamond mine
then look at the wall
I imagine you leaning
effortlessly
no cloud between us
no dust or kittens no
I say yup
we minin
I sentimentally
touch your photo
Tuesday, December 1
Friday, November 27
sighing poem
Before I Sit
chair near a wall
that is lit
by a window
pile of boxes on the
other side of that door
oh this small number
of things I witness
the ache of
restless
busyness
chair near a wall
that is lit
by a window
pile of boxes on the
other side of that door
oh this small number
of things I witness
the ache of
restless
busyness
another exiting poem
towardwhich
toward door
there is something
to enjoy in these slow
motions there must be
I look around all the time
because there is not much
else to do I don't know
I think it makes me
look nervous
exiting
I like boring sometimes
I sigh on the steps
toward car
toward door
there is something
to enjoy in these slow
motions there must be
I look around all the time
because there is not much
else to do I don't know
I think it makes me
look nervous
exiting
I like boring sometimes
I sigh on the steps
toward car
Thursday, November 26
exiting poem
Echoingy
shoes touch hardwood
as shouts are made
nothing angry
just loud
still
I pull my jacket
in around me
shoes touch hardwood
as shouts are made
nothing angry
just loud
still
I pull my jacket
in around me
thanksgiving poem
Towardache
the gathering
of people
more than can
fit on a warship
we are of hovercrafts
moving above rubber ducks
the goggles
stay on the rack
through the demolition
I will wave to you
while I throw the
smallest parts
of our walls
into the
crater
the gathering
of people
more than can
fit on a warship
we are of hovercrafts
moving above rubber ducks
the goggles
stay on the rack
through the demolition
I will wave to you
while I throw the
smallest parts
of our walls
into the
crater
Tuesday, November 24
Sunday, November 22
poem on earth
Itual
Where the island parts the river
that is where I place the plastic
skeleton in the water
I hold hands up
above my head
as I walk toward
the shore
sounds of small animals
I don’t need to crush
as I watch the flame
float away as it fills
with water quickly
extinguished
fall against
the wet dirt
imagining
someone walking
up behind me
shaking their head
I slightly raise my
eyebrows and nod
that makes my
reflection
move
Where the island parts the river
that is where I place the plastic
skeleton in the water
I hold hands up
above my head
as I walk toward
the shore
sounds of small animals
I don’t need to crush
as I watch the flame
float away as it fills
with water quickly
extinguished
fall against
the wet dirt
imagining
someone walking
up behind me
shaking their head
I slightly raise my
eyebrows and nod
that makes my
reflection
move
Saturday, November 21
Sunday, November 8
short vision poem
Twenty Five Seconds of Vision
there was a marina
surrounded by
plastic in the shape
of boats next to a wide
river with trees at either side
near the foot of a mountain
where an antennae was on the peak
a few miles below the airplane
that disappeared into the cloud
there was a marina
surrounded by
plastic in the shape
of boats next to a wide
river with trees at either side
near the foot of a mountain
where an antennae was on the peak
a few miles below the airplane
that disappeared into the cloud
Saturday, November 7
my poems have always been love poems
Painless Ain’t Touchy
I walk around town
in midday sunglasses
elegant flight
of birds above
I hear echoes
shake em off
I lean on the garbage can
and study the trashifacts
they don’t seem so bad
to me from here
they are powerless
I trip on the sidewalk
bodyskid and all
laughing and all I get up
shakeless knees
the terminator continued
because of programming
my emotions power me on
I continue towards you
and no one is shooting me
but if they were
no bother
bullets ain’t got shit
right now
effortless overcome
we will tower over me
protecting me to find you
I walk around town
in midday sunglasses
elegant flight
of birds above
I hear echoes
shake em off
I lean on the garbage can
and study the trashifacts
they don’t seem so bad
to me from here
they are powerless
I trip on the sidewalk
bodyskid and all
laughing and all I get up
shakeless knees
the terminator continued
because of programming
my emotions power me on
I continue towards you
and no one is shooting me
but if they were
no bother
bullets ain’t got shit
right now
effortless overcome
we will tower over me
protecting me to find you
short watery poem
Usnuss
There are these two
lakebed stones
touching that
fish as I
pull reel
and up it
towards
There are these two
lakebed stones
touching that
fish as I
pull reel
and up it
towards
mumpkin poem
I’m Gonne Wrap My Arms Around You
sometimes when people dig
from one side of the earth to
I know I cannot dive in
then I will fall
through and off
but if I leverage
against this
rock
there will be slow
stretch armstrong action
and I will feel this entire distance
enduring the core
of the planet
to touch you
sometimes when people dig
from one side of the earth to
I know I cannot dive in
then I will fall
through and off
but if I leverage
against this
rock
there will be slow
stretch armstrong action
and I will feel this entire distance
enduring the core
of the planet
to touch you
Friday, November 6
poem while imagining
Power Makes Me Cry
sometimes when I share
my emotions publicly
I am overtaken
and cry
like a little
because I am so
happy to be saying
that exact phrase
to someone
after thinking it
so long
sometimes when I share
my emotions publicly
I am overtaken
and cry
like a little
because I am so
happy to be saying
that exact phrase
to someone
after thinking it
so long
Wednesday, November 4
nonreligous poem
Forest of Gosh
where the dirt is
that is where I lay down
there is no hippo nearing
I smell nothing
am free
of fear
for now
I roll from my stomach to my back
just to stare at the sun for a bit
I swear
in that moment Of white light
overtaking eyeballs
I saw the shape of you
like a body in the doorway
of the bedroom
late at night
shake it off
I doublecheck
no
you are not descending
not just yet
where the dirt is
that is where I lay down
there is no hippo nearing
I smell nothing
am free
of fear
for now
I roll from my stomach to my back
just to stare at the sun for a bit
I swear
in that moment Of white light
overtaking eyeballs
I saw the shape of you
like a body in the doorway
of the bedroom
late at night
shake it off
I doublecheck
no
you are not descending
not just yet
cryptic poem that isnt scared
Made of Bloods
I am
it has been proven to me
through force
there are birds and leaves
floating on air currents
twenty feet above my heart
and just below the tops of trees
right now
nothing is wrong at all
no retreat
nope
I know what
I am made of
I ain't scared
I am
it has been proven to me
through force
there are birds and leaves
floating on air currents
twenty feet above my heart
and just below the tops of trees
right now
nothing is wrong at all
no retreat
nope
I know what
I am made of
I ain't scared
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