Monday, April 22, 2013

"Spaces"- A Poem


for some reason i always thought 
an artist couldn't breathe without

but you appeared and 
it's not much but it's a lot
to take in 
like small sharp 
breaths of fresh mountain air
and late night fluorescent 
and spaces between people 
that are now closed
the sun has a feeling now (instead of a 

you've mended everything
that i never thought needed to be 
sewn back together 

"Futons & Ladders"- A Poem

the downstairs smells like burnt toast and
black, runny
which means the day is already over
might as well leave my brain on the back porch 
to sunbathe 
and go for a walk halfway across the country

maybe I'll have lunch in a bar and 
instead of drinking i'll chew the shattered beer bottles
just so I can hear them inside me
making extensive amounts of noise without any repercussions 

then for the afternoon, i'll make a stranger teach me how to sew
patches unto my shorts, in a grungy way like in those sad movies
and i'll wear a humongous thimble the size of my body
only to protect me from being pricked by the outside world

when it gets dark i'll build a ladder large enough
to extend above the earth and while everyone is asleep
i'll eat a small bowl of raspberries and whipped cream
with a side of all the wishes made by young children while they 
doze off in their cloud-like, fairytale dreams
and the stars will form a nice glowing futon that will
cover my skin with a blanket of light 
as i sing myself to sleep

"Tender"- A Poem

and while my mother is bickering once again
about the clothes, the fabric, the anything she can find
I think about how everything is bigger and better
no one is ever less
making me feel like those ants I step on 
that I must now be forced to call my friends
the little worlds they pinch in and out of
in silence from the outside
in triumph from the inside 
I see the togetherness the world is lacking
I sit down on the ninety degree sidewalk
with my knees scraping the gritty surface
causing them to bleed
that day my blood was my tears 
and my mother still bickered in the background 
about the people, the morals, the society that's turned to dust