understanding you
the wind runs gentle
fingers through my wet hair.
hills roll into
horizon crowning mountains.
No car horns. No yelling, save for
birds animatedly discussing the day
like afterschool teens
gossiping on the subway.
so this is why you moved here.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
thursday's poem: tucson bound
(note from mgt: was in Arizona for my brother's wedding. did a ton of writing, but not so much posting. time to catch up)
Tuscon Bound
longing to land as we
approach desert night.
only launched moments ago.
my legs already
very sore, feels like
years before they’ll
escape to sandy pastures.
Tuscon Bound
longing to land as we
approach desert night.
only launched moments ago.
my legs already
very sore, feels like
years before they’ll
escape to sandy pastures.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
nycrostic 4
nycrostic 4
bathed in an
already set sun's
teasing exit,
traversing the
edge of ms liberty's
regally outstreched
youthful arm with well
placed pink fingers,
arranging her curls,
rubbing her shoulders,
kissing her goodnight.
bathed in an
already set sun's
teasing exit,
traversing the
edge of ms liberty's
regally outstreched
youthful arm with well
placed pink fingers,
arranging her curls,
rubbing her shoulders,
kissing her goodnight.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Flashback! Young and Depressionable
hey all,
since the General made me think of an old favorite of mine, Young and Depressionable, I've posted it to the Riot Act. Take a peek. One of my favorites, and one of my favorite performance pieces.
Enjoy!
-mgt.
since the General made me think of an old favorite of mine, Young and Depressionable, I've posted it to the Riot Act. Take a peek. One of my favorites, and one of my favorite performance pieces.
Enjoy!
-mgt.
nycrostic 3
nycrostic 3
calling all
old school,
real, down home
new yorkers, the
earlier you
revisit is
better for all;
insist on
sauteed onions,
try extra pickles, and
oh, the jukebox!
calling all
old school,
real, down home
new yorkers, the
earlier you
revisit is
better for all;
insist on
sauteed onions,
try extra pickles, and
oh, the jukebox!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
back on the horse
back on the horse
before I used words like blankets
and bullets, i heard trumpets
cracking fragile walls i had
erected hastily, truly bad
excuses for protection crumble
with every whisper, shout, mumble,
laugh, snappy comebacks stumble
between synapses and vocal chords
not yet my friends, these words.
before i carried a second person
on my back, my position worsened
beneath the weight of my own
appetite for destruction sown
in the seeds of my guts.
now i fight to open doors nailed shut,
making good on promises made
during the pain of fifth grade.
before I used words like blankets
and bullets, i heard trumpets
cracking fragile walls i had
erected hastily, truly bad
excuses for protection crumble
with every whisper, shout, mumble,
laugh, snappy comebacks stumble
between synapses and vocal chords
not yet my friends, these words.
before i carried a second person
on my back, my position worsened
beneath the weight of my own
appetite for destruction sown
in the seeds of my guts.
now i fight to open doors nailed shut,
making good on promises made
during the pain of fifth grade.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
earth drums
earth drums
the earth drums upon the wood
rhythms that I won't forget,
i wouldn't choose to if i could,
the earth drums upon the wood
it matters that I fought and stood
and saw my favorite sunset.
the earth drums upon the wood
rhythms that I won't forget.
the earth drums upon the wood
rhythms that I won't forget,
i wouldn't choose to if i could,
the earth drums upon the wood
it matters that I fought and stood
and saw my favorite sunset.
the earth drums upon the wood
rhythms that I won't forget.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
the day after
the day after
you are the reason
i get up each morning, how
i got up today.
(thanks for all the love, y'all. this haiku's for you)
you are the reason
i get up each morning, how
i got up today.
(thanks for all the love, y'all. this haiku's for you)
Monday, March 3, 2008
untitled
untitled
still numb, I
hang receiver on cradle
myself in oversized arms
still not big enough
to catch the enormity,
not small enough
to keep sand
from slipping away
from me.
it happens, you say,
it could have happened
when she was 25,
but it didn't.
i see her,
fighting her way
through transliteration,
i hear her voice,
shushing my shock
at her kindness
as if to say
everyone deserves this,
but you get it
because i love you.
as i clutch at roots,
the tree reminds me
that someday,
i'll be those roots,
and I need to build
a strong trunk, good
branches,
and be prepared
for the fact that,
no matter how hard
I want to stop it,
leaves still fall.
still numb, I
hang receiver on cradle
myself in oversized arms
still not big enough
to catch the enormity,
not small enough
to keep sand
from slipping away
from me.
it happens, you say,
it could have happened
when she was 25,
but it didn't.
i see her,
fighting her way
through transliteration,
i hear her voice,
shushing my shock
at her kindness
as if to say
everyone deserves this,
but you get it
because i love you.
as i clutch at roots,
the tree reminds me
that someday,
i'll be those roots,
and I need to build
a strong trunk, good
branches,
and be prepared
for the fact that,
no matter how hard
I want to stop it,
leaves still fall.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
a health plan i could live with.
a health plan i could live with.
rip shirt,
dip in gas tank.
use as fuse. blow up car.
take meds from store. self surgery,
friendo.
rip shirt,
dip in gas tank.
use as fuse. blow up car.
take meds from store. self surgery,
friendo.
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