NO TIME FOR POETRY BUT EXACTLY WHAT IS

2010-07-08T13:08:00.001-05:00

maybe doing this again?

rainbo 4/28

2009-05-15T23:29:00.002-05:00

this is just a dream

or something i can't quite
put my finger on
under the lights
everything is rose colored
we all sit around the bar
to forget
or remember
to move on
or stay in one place
an old poet hangout
for all the new prose
we settle in this fog again
a tipsy treat for our heads

hunter s. thompson

2009-05-09T22:30:00.000-05:00

"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be."

2009-05-02T13:02:00.001-05:00

probably one of my favorite things i've written, and i technically didn't write it:

finer ship cento
A Finer Ship, V. 1

mother said not to speak to you,
but oh--the best fisherman is you

you dropped your body like an anchor
saddled my thighs around your hips like ropes
you have wind, i have sails
i only know i drift without you
oh sailor, sail me!
my dragonfly, my black-eyed fire
swimming in your inner oceans, let
us probe the deep with each other
if there is a place further from me
i beg you, do not go

i am wearing you like a country
i haven't the strength to carry
your hands the color of a savage harvest
your arms: matching topazes
the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body
that silhouette, a shape filled with rain
your scent
that scent of spice and wound
i'd track your outline while you lie down in my ode
when i'm with you i remember
how easy it is to be natural
my nakedness and yours
the hunters heart, the hunters mouth
the way we looked like animals
the too white teeth all night, the constant
fingering, your hands a river gesture,
the birds in flight
you were young again, young in me
blooming all the time

we have been very brave, we have
wanted to know the worst
and now, it is easy to forget what we came for
something dead or lost or unforgiving
i wont flinch and i wont blame you
i wont blame you
instead--
i offer you what is left of me
i've shown you my hinges
the raw navajas, glint and passion in me
a body that could cause the death
of a perfectly good king

we were on the moon
we were in the god
damned moon, we had it!
we did not stop for anyone
tell me, why did you keep me waiting?
i'll remember you with my soul clenched
in a dark and eerie corner of my mind
i'll keep you, as people keep
the sabbath
the way you looked at me when my clothes were gone
raw, exposed, naive, dumb
love uses you, and it changes its mind

i wish i could show you this evening
everything smeared with the color
of forgotten love
i will die in chicago
with your small bad heart
under a sky full of white camellias
& count the ways it could be worse:

the madness, that sadness of mine
we drifted for months and woke
it wasnt until we were well past the
middle of it, that we realized the
old dull pain
everything eating everything in the end

sleep,
let us return to the surface,
come up easy and let me put the
harpoon into you, fisherman

you keep quiet
and i will go

2009-05-01T04:45:00.002-05:00

i looked out on the neighborhood today
and it's dead
and as i took a drag
i realized that even the moss isn't growing
and there is no you
or me
and with the rain comes this
and with the rain goes everything

belief and technique for modern prose

2009-04-24T14:58:00.001-05:00

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
4. Be in love with yr life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time

15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

2009-04-20T08:23:00.001-05:00

Tester

2009-04-14T16:04:00.000-05:00

wish i could make a living off writing love poems;

I've Never Had It Done So Gently Before
Richard Brautigan

The sweet juices of your mouth
are like castles bathed in honey.
I've never had it done so gently before.
You have put a circle of castles
around my penis and you swirl them
like sunlight on the wings of birds.

2009-04-07T10:36:00.003-05:00

sometimes
when i'm alone
i'll look at my naked body
and wonder if you see me like this,
too.
and if you've counted my face's worth of freckles
the gold in my eyes,
in the sun.
the two mole islands on
my left breast,
have you taken the time to explore them?
my soft belly,
and soft legs,
and shy hands,
or the words i've collected in my brain
for later,
our most tender moments.
and do you liken me to a fox?
a deer?
have you studied the slow rise
and fall
of the curve
of my hip?
what is it to be a woman?
how do you see me?

when my eyes flutter
in my sleep
or my lips slightly parted
or my eyes cinched to slits
for poems
do you like my voice when i read outloud?
or the way i laugh
only with you?
have you noticed all the scars on my knees?
and the bruises on my arms?
why don't you ask questions
about my summers?

do you liken me to a dream?
i see myself
a siren
on the beach
don't you get it, yet?

sometimes
i feel like i'm hiding

where are you
to unfold me?

pierrot le fou

2009-04-02T14:08:00.000-05:00

"Why do you look so sad?"

"Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings."

"I can never have a real conversation with you. You never have ideas, only feelings."

"That's not true. There are ideas in feelings."

2009-04-02T11:34:00.003-05:00

nothing comes
easy

not the way i try
to keep all things
in a row

and how they end up
scattering
anyway

or the sleep i never get
for all the hours in bed

these things don't come
easy

on this island
the waves climbing
to make it smaller

or looking inside of myself
and not knowing what
or who i see

how i could have met you differently
and loved you differently
and made the right decisions

nothing comes easy
the things i can't remember
but should,
what you say at night
that i'm still trying to hear
or how so simply
i'm alive

and these months to come
won't be easy
because i've been growing
away from you
or into you
or because of you
or something
like that

the only thing that lingers
is this

the words
they come up easy

2009-04-01T21:47:00.002-05:00

can't wait to see you again
in the dark
your smile
on top
of mine

--

love can write
the best poems/
after you fucked me
i wrote 53 lines

--

sometimes
we kiss
and sometimes
in the morning
we forget each other

2009-03-29T19:35:00.002-05:00

livin the high life

i have no mother
or a lover
the woman that kisses me
everynight
sits on the moon
at the neck of
my bottle

- eric johnson

for jane, charles bukowski

2009-03-16T20:32:00.000-05:00

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.

they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.

is this how it works?

in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.

I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.

the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

...

something of my own, soon.

2009-03-10T14:30:00.002-05:00

If you don't know Jamaica Kincaid, you should;

Girl

Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don't walk barehead in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off; when buying cotton to make yourself a nice blouse, be sure that it doesn't have gum on it, because that way it won't hold up well after a wash; soak salt fish overnight before you cook it; is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?; always eat your food in such a way that it won't turn someone else's stomach; on Sundays try to walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming; don't sing benna in Sunday school; you mustn't speak to wharbfflies will follow you; but I don't sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school; this is how to sew on a button; this is how to make a button-hole for the button you have just sewed on; this is how to hem a dress when you see the hem coming down and so to prevent yourself from looking like the slut I know you are so bent on becoming; this is how you iron your father's khaki shirt so that it doesn't have a crease; this is how you iron your father's khaki pants so that they don't have a crease; this is how you grow okrbafar from the house, because okra tree harbors red ants; when you are growing dasheen, make sure it gets plenty of water or else it makes your throat itch when you are eating it; this is how you sweep a corner; this is how you sweep a whole house; this is how you sweep a yard; this is how you smile to someone you don't like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don't like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don't know you very well, and this way they won't recognize immediately the slut I have warned you against becoming; be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; don't squat down to play marblebsyou are not a boy, you know; don't pick people's flowerbsyou might catch something; don't throw stones at blackbirds, because it might not be a blackbird at all; this is how to make a bread pudding; this is how to make doukona; this is how to make pepper pot; this is how to make a good medicine for a cold; this is how to make a good medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child; this is how to catch a fish; this is how to throw back a fish you don't like, and that way something bad won't fall on you; this is how to bully a man; this is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man; and if this doesn't work there are other ways, and if they don't work don't feel too bad about giving up; this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesn't fall on you; this is how to make ends meet; always squeeze bread to make sure it's fresh; but what if the baker won't let me feel the bread?; you mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker won't let near the bread?

sing into my mouth

2009-03-05T16:02:00.001-06:00

did i find you, or you find me?

2009-03-04T09:01:00.001-06:00

2009-03-03T21:30:00.001-06:00

i am lonely in my own bed
where do the rockets find planets?

the other woman

2009-03-01T14:16:00.000-06:00

I walk with my head down
I mumble all the wordsI keep my feelings to myself only

I never stand my ground
I just stand around
If you love me then why won't you hold me?

Everything and everyone around me is changing
Now that I've been the other woman

Your music rides ten horses in the sky
And gallops through the evening
You, you have no side for me to stand by
In space, I see you and her

And everything and everyone around me is changing, Now that I've been the other woman
Oh now that I've been the other woman

Like a newlywed hummingbird, building its home, stick by stick, above the river

You are green, you are red, you are "yuprle" you are blue, you are gold you are silver

Well my eyes are made of lemons
My tears are made of limes
You love me, you hate me, I'm losing my mind

I've sailed the sea of love aboard the ship of hopes
I'm the skipper, I'm the captain, I'm the crew

And everything and everyone around me is changing, Now that I've been the other woman
Oh now that I am the other woman

I will always be the other woman
I'll never be the only woman
The only woman...

thunder rolls in

2009-02-26T13:34:00.002-06:00

i've packed everything away
in the boxes i've been saving
secret from you for my
silent exit
though the emptiness of
our space will say it so
loudly how i've been
planning to leave you
how've you not noticed?

the greatest thing you taught
me was how to let go of
unneeded things, clutter
doesn't it seem obvious
you were next?

2009-02-25T20:41:00.000-06:00

The Cure - Disintegration

feeling all sorts of tired but it's always worth it

2009-02-21T14:07:00.001-06:00

don't you hate when the mood catches you
when i'm leaving
on my way out?

2009-02-17T16:41:00.000-06:00

i want to go to the beach
and feel my toes in the sand!
and play with my kitten, and feel
his purr on my cheeks
and you'll be there next to me
our eyes slits to the sun
i can feel my back burning
now just dreaming of it!
and the night will lick us dry
on the bike ride home
and we'll finally be able to do
all those things we talk about
like tracing centos in your mind
or laying on the roof
like slow music we'll move
to the sway of the trees
and it'll feel like home again
or maybe something else
i'm looking for

now we wait
which is fine with me
cause the sun in your eyes
is enough
to keep me warm
til then

2009-02-10T11:20:00.001-06:00

you're a strange desire,
i'm an eager lover

Jim Carroll

2009-02-01T22:09:00.000-06:00

This is the way you are, always given
to silence. so I don't care anymore
about these green leaves in my carpet
about the death of an historical figure
about your voice.

you were thinking about a red curtain
that we might hide behind. I was
thinking about the freedom of your shadow,
last night, when this livid sky unfolded
its vault of a thousand swords and the air
we were breathing seemed our own.

I'm glad that you're able to breathe
I'm glad that you're able to distinguished me
from the lights along the thruway.
I mean don't both of us illuminate
the direction which you are taking?
and don't both weep nervously above
the moist pavement where you move.

I'd like to watch myself holding you
above the cool shore of something really vast
like a vast sea, or ocean.
and when I was through watching
I'd become someone else, seducing the heavy
waters, allowing nothing to change.
as the sands are changing and night comes
and we're not aware of all this endlessness,
which is springing up like the Moonlight Sonata
ascending from the glare of a thousand frightened moans.

wonderland

2009-01-29T18:48:00.000-06:00

"Who are you?" said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I, hardly know, sir, just at present at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I might have been changed several times since then."

2009-01-23T13:26:00.000-06:00

good friend bad friend i only see you sometimes friend i only call you when i want to have sex friend we've spent every summer together friend let's write a book together friend riding the train so i won't be alone friend cook me dinner kind of friend we make out and i like it friend once in a while friend only when we're drinking friend internet friend dream friend faraway friend i'm going to miss you friend can never be replaced friend disposable friend indespensible friend could care less friend i like the way you smile friend prettiest friend meanest friend most likely to be famous friend you write the best songs of anyone i know friend getting high with me friend movie night friend i would take 3 buses to see you friend always sharing your bed friend learned to be a better friend i saved this one for you! friend the way you touch me friend i just can't handle it friend and when we are alone friend i like you the best

i wanna forget you

2009-01-21T21:46:00.001-06:00

LET'S GET HIGH

love letters

2009-01-19T14:27:00.000-06:00

you don't smell like i thought a man should smell
you have a wonderful smirk
the way you bite your lip when you grin at me
i'm trying
to figure out
if i like you
the beauty mark behind your ear
your blue green grey brown eyes
your weight on me
the way
i always
come back
your laugh
and hands
the way you pull me in
your hand on my knee
the flowers in the bedroom
your head in the crook
of my neck
why do you never call?
why is it always only sometimes
with you?

2009-01-16T15:04:00.000-06:00

would you like to see me often though you don't need to see me often
cause i'd like to see you often though i don't need to see you often

BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE

2009-01-13T21:56:00.000-06:00

maybe i am missing something
maybe it's the way
i don't miss you
as you open your heart
to me
on our old couch
your eyes red
where we'd spend hours dreaming
or getting high
and laughing together, those were
the times i wouldn't have thought
we'd be here, on this couch
counting our mistakes
and how i try to explain to you
it's not about other men
and what i can get from them
that i can't get from you
because there are so many ways to get lost
in someone
and for once
i'd like to find myself
not on an island
or the sea
or in this room
alone with you
on our old couch
crying because i can't stand you
anymore
how i've grown bigger
than our tiny apartment
and it's not even the way
i didn't think about you
when his arms were around me
and how i don't think about you
when i wake up in the morning
or go to sleep at night
or drink a glass of water
and how you always think of me
when the cat meows
or when you get high

but there's no forgetting

because everytime he looks at me
i think about how much better
this feels
than you

2009-01-13T01:53:00.000-06:00

ok ok, here you go, lisa.