Here I provide to you, dear reader, a six pack of poems to contemplate. Does the incoherent rambling of a sleep-deprived madman count as poetry? That's for you to decide I guess...
Something So Strong
Instant Karma is going to get us all.
The ocean. Hawaii. Red flags.
warning swimmers. Strong winds.
waves as tall as skyscrapers. I remember
smacked with force.
waves thrusting toward the enemy.
Shootings in Tucson. From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska.
Through the badlands of Wyoming.
She was blinded by the light and blew up the chicken man
in Philly last night.
Distant Karma is going to get us all
Can I use your toothbrush?
Asks the lonely lover from across the town.
She lives in the neighborhood full of children in backpacks and
is ready to give up the key to the kingdom.
Standing on her front lawn
twirlin’ her baton.
Instant Caramel is going to get us all
An empty yellow house. An empty yellow life.
Infested with empty yellow bugs
and a crumbling foundation.
A city that moves so slow. Familiarity
in a crowd of one hundred thousand.
Incest Karma is going to get us all
My team lost today. The game keeps playing in my head
as I sleep and torturing my desire to forget.
Some nights they win in my dreams, but
I awake to disappointment.
Instant Karma has me
Therapeutic Relief
That boy needs therapy...
Who?
Me?
Yes!
You!
Take these pills.
Side-effects include,
but are not limited to
Death.
Does not protect
from
sexually transmitted diseases.
Black and Blue
The room is cold.
Covered in ice.
A perpetual feeling.
I’m being stabbed in my back.
I can feel the
blade
penetrating blade through
my blade skin
slowly blade digging
further blade and
further blade down.
It is
pulled back
out and
then thrust
back blade in
an blade endless
throbbing blade pain
the blade room
is blade cold.
Musings
Never forget
Big Brother is watching you
The raven on thy shoulder
working on a dream
The land taken by the brave
for a scene under the Big Sky
Your white whale
will in time
be tied in a bow
and sunk beneath the waves
of infinite mass
Like A Stone
Oxy-morons
We are
Bitter/sweet
Taste it
Holy Wars
But why?
“Something to do.”
F
U
C
K
E
D
It feels so good
my stomach hurts
Time isn’t an issue,
we’re already late--
fashionably
Accidentally
On purpose
Shit-
happens
Get over it
Life is (not) fair
An Elegy under the Big Sky
No one was around to say goodbye.
Out of reach and unbeknownst.
We shed tears for your children,
while they shed for you.
The Big Sky is looming,
and it swallowed you in one bite.
Symbols of forgiveness
turned to ash.
It is a horrible night for a moondance
with no stars in sight.
Gone today and gone tomorrow.
Gone now forever.
A seven-ten split
In an empty alley.
No one is behind the plate.
The Big Sky does not seem so anymore.
Now only a sliver in the side.
(Photo by Mary Kate Teske)