Hard Words Had Come and NestedHard Words Had Come and Nested5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hard words had come and nested in my hair,
and so I cut it short, I cut it off.
But then they flew and flew around my head,
a little swarm of hurt I could not bear.
I raised and waved my hands like one gone mad,
and knew this would not do. This would not do.
I grew my hair again and wore a scarf.
I drew it tight, a knot beneath my chin.
The hard words could not make their nests again,
but I could often feel them clutch and claw
and worry the cloth, and in time I said
"Enough!" My hair was long, I loosed the knot,
I tossed the scarf away. The words fell down,
to seem so small and sad and tired on the ground.
What Color Is the Blanket?What Color Is the Blanket?6 years ago in Other More Like This
The color of the first side
of the blanket is Yes.
The color of the second side
of the blanket is Stillness Dances.
The color of the third side
of the blanket is Unguarded Safety.
Pour un Jourmon coeur bat trop fortPour un Jour7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for you, feigning forever
l'amour qui est tienne
too much, too soon, too bad
tu as noircis mon sang
stained & shook with this fever
dont aucune pilule ne vient a bout
you're making your way into everything
sleep deprive not this heartyour photograph speakssleep deprive not this heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to me in waves of
volumes that fills bookshelves
bare once, brimming to teetering
levels - I want to touch
your face, to laugh
for the joke you'll say and
stare until you ask me
what it is and I'll just
say, with bated breath,
It was a dream before
that woke me to you
and I'm wondering if
I'm dreaming another
dream... scared to wake.
Like Something From American..She said, "You know something likeLike Something From American..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dollar or a piece of paper or a plastic bag
that you try to pick up on a windy day,
you get close to it and just then it starts
to move away and you're looking completely
ridiculous chasing this bag around a parking lot?
Every moment you think it's rested from the wind's
gust, and your outstretched hand goes for it,
it moves suddenly, you know? That's how you
are every time I try to get close to you."
He stared out into the distance.
"I feel ridiculous trying to pick you up,
running around in this parking space of hearts
and fears and everything in between where Leprechauns
and golden nuggets of happiness are kept, demons
and otherworldly things lurking around bends
and shadows and every spooky thing hide. I
just want to catch you; I can't. I can't. And
I feel ridiculous at times, I do. I really do."
He stared out into the distance.
"You have nothing to say?" she said.
"It feels funny to me, that you think you're the
chaser," he started. She swallow
Rules of NoirRules of Noir6 years ago in Other More Like This
Chandler said it best: This is not a fragrant world.
No good deed goes unpunished,
There are no innocent victims, and
Just when it looks as though everything will work out,
It gets worse.
No matter how bleak it gets, it can always get worse.
If there is a good woman, there must also be a femme fatale.
The protagonist can be a victim of:
b) police misconduct
c) police procedure gone wrong
d) his own weakness
e) circumstances beyond everyones control.
Being wrongly accused is a frequent and fruitful device.
The question Why are these bad things happening to me?
is best answered Why not?
Its not darkest before dawn; its darkest before the end.
A second chance to dance.I know your song has lostA second chance to dance.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its rhythm and its rhyme
but I promise you can still dance to
the song that pigeons coo for you.
You may first need to
leave this place,
for pigeons don't come
where the wind
is not moist,
where the sky and land
are full of noise, and where
even the shadows
I cannot tell you how to go
since I have never travelled there,
but I know the place is quite far
from where you are
Pigeons sit there as you wait,
yet they may soon disappear;
I warn you about this
time and again
and you say:
"I first must try to find
the rhythm and the rhyme
that my own song has lost."
And I keep promising
you can still dance to
the song that pigeons coo for you,
but you keep claiming
no song in the world
is as beautiful
as your own.
They Say Budapest Is Lovely...She came into the cafe, ordered aThey Say Budapest Is Lovely...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lowfat something, sat crossing legs; skirt
was short, legs were smooth and she
was all types of stunning bathing in afternoon
sunlight. Pulled a chair and sat across from
her, said, "I know you from somewhere,
you're so familiar." "I'm every girl
you never talked to," she said. "How
bout the lips?" I asked. She tapped
them, "Every pair you never got the guts
to kiss." I leaned over, we kissed for a
moment, sat back, talked about
politics, named dropped Sarah and Barack
till we both disclosed we were bored,
hated politics and politicking.
Moved on to travels, said for you to come with me to
Budapest. You said, "Haven't had a bath in
weeks." Got me a lowfat, double shot something
to go, we skipped the joint and headed for the airport.
Cities looked like bioluminescent beings in the twilight
hour at that height, the smell of her hair swept
over my shoulder relaxed me, cleared my mind some.
Watched her steady rhythm breathing as I realized
I didnt ev
It's everything...I've found a spot where the floor creaks just for me.It's everything...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit & wait there
for the boards to collapse,
for my unannounced visit
to the neighbors.
I sit & wait
at lights, and in lines,
and in conversations
that go in circles.
I sit & wait for the music to end,
just so that I can go home.
I keep quiet as the world sleeps;
afraid to wake someone up,
afraid to sleep alone.
I've built a routine
dependent on falling apart
and still somehow manage
to be surprised
by every last bitter goodbye,
by every last haunting regret,
by every last
July HaikuThon 2009July HaikuThon 20096 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
not yet finished
bereft of birdsong
by howling cicadas
500 yen umbrella
of yellow and red
from the farmer's market
the glass and steel and noise
of streaking red
taxis pull away
has it really been
in a shadow to see
my head already
a second skin
a cloud lingers
on the dark side
trapped in a sunbeam
lets down his burden
of Tokyo Bay
to imagine God
variation on a theme
walnut butter and
one feathery cut
across the deep
I'm not complaining
cat in a moonbeam
why it's n
Six String BluesSix strings in the blues,Six String Blues5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
oh, count them, my friend.
And most of them break,
and all of them bend.
One string is for you,
and one is for me.
We're not just alike,
but we're in the same key.
One string is for sin,
and one is for death.
One string is for hope,
and one is for breath.
You wish you could fix
what never gives way.
You got to be glad
for chances to play.
You play the six strings,
you win and you lose.
You bend and you break,
that's the way of the blues.