Regular Poem: Steam

11 Dec

I want
a shower
to be like an
illicit love affair:

hot and as long as I want it to be,
scorching from start to finish,
giving me a reason to
shave my legs all the way up–
all smooth flesh yielding to heat and pressure.

An event that
leaves my skin flushed
my lungs cleared,
my muscles relaxed.

And at the end
I want residual
steam
to linger
and warm me as I
finish my routine–
gliding singingly into my moisturizers and mousse–
and then
lull me luxuriously
into my robe.

I don’t need a tragic, protracted romance
that grows increasingly colder and dissatisfying,
whose conclusion starts too early
and then jolts and jerks
finally to a
torturous yet fortuitous
halt
in a string of curses and sneers
and pure blind hatred.

Count me out
for the kind of shower
that ends with me
standing naked in my chilly bathroom
avoiding phone calls,
clawing angrily
at all the hair left in the drain,
ruing the time I wasted
after the brief
heat
at this catastrophe’s commencement.

Regular Poem: Poem Swap

2 Nov

Sometimes–as a thought exercise–
I imagine what
a poem he might write about me
might look like,
sound like,
feel like.

(He writes poetry, too,
but I’m not sure how many
whiskeys and old country songs
have to be involved
in the process.)

How might I appear
as a protagonist–
or perhaps
antagonist–
in his penmanship,
scrawled on a half sheet
of legal pad
whose top half contains a checklist
of medications he’s taken already
today?

“Your memory is short,
and your feelings are shallow.
A house is more than a house,
even if left for seasons fallow.”

(His poetry often rhymes.)

Would he write
about me
or about himself
through me?

Would I be
as I am
or as I should be?

Would it be so
laced through with
strings of metaphors
so dense
that no one would see me?

It’s a silly thought exercise.
I could just ask him.

But then that would
become a different
type of thought exercise–
an interrogation,
a call-and-response song,
a riddle
wrapped in inefficiency.

That would be his thought exercise,
not mine.

Regular Poem: Several Times Bitten

28 Oct

If
once bitten twice shy
then
twice bitten thrice shy?
Or should it follow that
twice bitten four times shy?
(I was always pretty good
at the math section of SATs and ACTs
but there are simply not enough
terms to find the pattern to find the nth term,
you know?)

Regardless,
in my experience,
the premise rings a little
false.

People say the’ll try anything once
and then end up trying it twice
just to be sure
the first time wasn’t a fluke.

And if it hurts,
maybe they like the hurt
a little
subconsciously.

So maybe the inverse is true.
Twice bitten once shy.

And if we’re talking literal bites
yeah, I don’t wanna get bit,
but now that I have, I know what to expect.

And sometimes you just have to
take the bite.

Especially if somebody else is about to get bit.
You gotta throw your arm in
and let yourself
get bit instead.

Regular Poem: Just Like the Old Days

25 Oct

I knew
several days ago
when he called me
that I would be writing
this poem
or some poem
very similar to it.

And here we are
smoking cigarettes
and drinking beer
and telling stories.

His stories are
cop stories,
stories of
one of these things is not like the other,

stories of
dumbasses
and crazies
and low-income housing.

And I am a sponge
but an inefficient and drunk one
absorbing and not absorbing,
everything slopping out of me
because the sponge is
saturated already.

And at the end I’m
driving home
giggling uncontrollably
at my life
and the way it’s turned out.

He saved
all my old report cards.
and they all
tell a story of their own.

He saved
all my old IEPs
and they
tell a story of their own.

He also saved
my mother’s glamour shots
from JC Penney
and they tell
a story, too.

And here I am,
still giggling.

And when two weeks later
I look at my garage–
you know my granny garage,
teeming with granny garbage,
trinkets and tools and trash–
and there is somehow
more,
and the yawning mouth of it
opens at me,
yowling at me that it is not yet
surfeited
and it could use
a 30-year old chest of drawers
and a few more boxes of junk,

I will laugh and tell it no,
tell it I will be excising
those tumors.

And it will laugh back
and tell me
I’ve never excised anything ever,
and why would I start now?

And I will laugh again
but only because
I won’t be woman enough to cry.

Found Poem: When some one searches

13 Sep

We can always count on Spambot to tell us something mysterious yet generic.

When some one searches
for his necessary thing,

thus
he/she wants to be
available

that in detail,
therefore that thing is
maintained
over here.

Regular Poem: Garages

9 Aug

I have peeked
into your garage
as I drive down our shared street.
I have slowed down
and craned my neck.
I have moseyed into your yard sale
just to survey your digs.

I bet
you have three shop vacs
just like me.
I bet you have
ancient coffee pots
and antique jack stands
and twenty different
half inch box wrenches.

It’s as though
when they built these houses–
that are not even a subunit or a suburb,
not even governed by an HOA–
they cut them all from the same
granny cloth.

And we all
just
acquire
the same items and the same
dust,
and we are all the same
granny
but living in different bodies
with different jobs
and storing all our same granny stuff
in the same garage–
a version of the same garage,
spreading out
infinitely.

Found Poem: Payday Loans (VIII)

25 Jul

The imagery in this one seems to be at least partially inspired by Revelation.  Perhaps this marks the Second Coming of Payday Loans.  Although I might be more interested in Payday Loans being cast into a lake of fire…

The bridegroom, who during this recital had grown
deadly pale, up andtried
to escape,
but the guests
seized him and held
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tell himwhat had happened.
My friends endeavoured to console me
by the news
that lions had nowbeen heard of
in two other places, and that
we should be sure to findone
in the morning and next day,
after we had
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Thenative sheep
is a hairy animal,
looking to the unpractised eye
morelike a goat than a sheep.

I will think aboutthat,

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Everywhere great pathways are
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is that my fault?

We got out of the booth and joined
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However, he kept fast hold,
and led her in and
thecover of
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to everything he wears, thinks, says, believes,
and to theway he carries on every activity of his life.
As the sold congregation trooped out
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till it grew dark.

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