You and I
Were like a car crash played in reverse
We were wrecked when we approached
And our collision put us back together
Our metal parts crumpled out smooth
The scattered shards of glass were blasted off the ground
And melted back into our window frames
The light spiraled down from who knows where
And jumped back inside our headlight bulbs
And by the time we'd stumbled off the way we came
Somehow we were good as new
Friday, January 25, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Locker
It's funny how the place with your stuff in it
Becomes your home base,
The place you go back to.
It's funny how despite all our power,
The Kings of Nature,
We still rotate around
Some textbooks,
A mirror,
A tube of
Chapstick.
Becomes your home base,
The place you go back to.
It's funny how despite all our power,
The Kings of Nature,
We still rotate around
Some textbooks,
A mirror,
A tube of
Chapstick.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Outer Space
In my daydream I lived on the moon, alone
I didn't need a space suit or an oxygen tank
The laws of science looked the other way
And as the days and nights ran together
I walked for hours over the rocky ground
My feet were cushioned in the thick gray dust
Quietly in the distance the earth twirled, adorning the night
My only sky was outer space
The stars and the endless unknowable darkness
When I was tired, I laid down and just watched
On a scratchy old record player, I played low ballads
Violin and cello chords
Society forgot me, and slowly I forgot it, too
I knew the universe outside
In all its peace that we have never shared
I didn't need a space suit or an oxygen tank
The laws of science looked the other way
And as the days and nights ran together
I walked for hours over the rocky ground
My feet were cushioned in the thick gray dust
Quietly in the distance the earth twirled, adorning the night
My only sky was outer space
The stars and the endless unknowable darkness
When I was tired, I laid down and just watched
On a scratchy old record player, I played low ballads
Violin and cello chords
Society forgot me, and slowly I forgot it, too
I knew the universe outside
In all its peace that we have never shared
Saturday, January 12, 2013
The Real Problem
You told me
once that you’ve never understood poetry
And I laughed
today on my way over to give you back your key
Because I
realized so supremely and so instantly
how true that
is.
You’ve never
understood poetry,
Not while it
filled the pages of my notebook
As we sat side
by side on the airplane to Tucson last summer,
Not when you
saw it spilling from my tired eyes
That day two
weeks ago when we had our last fight,
Not even when
we danced at that wedding
And it wrapped
around us like a warm fog,
Was like dew
against your skin,
And I reached
out and touched it
Couldn’t even
speak
And when the
song ended, you walked away
Like you were
leaving a grocery store.
No, you’ve
never understood poetry,
Not even when
it was all around us,
Not even in
the moments where we became it.
And there, all
along, my dear,
Was our
problem.
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