“you’re shouting,” you said,
“but not with words”
i didn’t understand —-
for tone and gesture
meant a world —
unspoken and unplanned —
the silhouettes of
who we were —
still hovering nearby
while i, the ancient
artifact,
had how’s, but still no
why
Tag: #NaPoWriMo
{ excluding tendencies }
it isn't what we mean, it's how we feel:
this crowd, this life, this immortality
is more than a collective - it's alive
with more than supernova powered light;
and we -- we do not harm, we merely are:
and you -- you do not know, and cannot know
the things here needful, requisite for hope.
so have fun beeing poor, since that's your choice.
we dance here with the healthy scorn of queens
and kings upon the peasantry outside;
we dine here on the blood and sweat of those
who once believed it possible for them
to come into this place, and be a part --
but we won't have what isn't ours in here
Top of Mind
She whispered her frustration
I understood and knew
That many steps means many falls
Of every shape and kind
But in her resignation
I saw there shining through
A sunray and a sudden pulse
And joy at top of mind
humdrum
her haptotropic shoulders
her haurient intrigue
hebdomadally happening
in our henotic league
the hericide of what was love
our hibernaculum --
a long humicubation
more harried than
humdrum
cards
all these cards through many seasons
words of love and hope and wonder
sitting propped up on a dresser
birthdays, parent's days and all the
wedding days we celebrated
anniversaries in dining
out to places dressed and ready
for another day of marking
and remarking on the common
and the extraordinary
passing of the times of loving
that have come and yet are coming
colors shaped and forms bright-colored
meaningless to others maybe
but conveying endless somethings
no one other knows or could know
technology excitement
technology excitement
the latest current thing
grows into objuration
after the worshiping
the way we do things, and the how,
are patterns in a dance,
that changes, as all fashions do,
with whimsy and
by chance
Anyways
She wanted him royal,
He wanted her real,
Neither one knowing
Just how to feel
About the chatter,
And stone gray days,
That never left them
Anyways
Donuts and Pizza
The context never spoken
Nor lightly yet outlined,
Means no bond need be broken,
Nor distant points be splined;
The sweet and savory can each
Be different, yet aligned --
The way donuts and pizza
Were surely, once
Designed
Second
He got the best of you, and I
Got the best that you had left