One of those evenings where I wake up a couple of hours after having fallen asleep—twice—while watching a movie. This poem incorporates a line inspired by a tumblr post… because I’ve been wanting to scream about it shout about it finally make peace with it as fireworks go off in the distance I get some [...]
Tag: overheard phrase
What are the odds? (a poem)
Prompted by a mis-reading of today’s ‘love note’ entry… Sometimes, the past bites back It gets hungry and, for that moment I am irresistible (28 July 2016)
Kisser (once removed) (a poem)
Inspired by Kisser, by Vasilina Orlova (plus brandy)… Another night when I don’t get to kiss anybody when my tongue will not taste that melty taste as your tongue meets mine and we sink into the moment as though it were an extra-plush pillow on a king-size bed in a luxury hotel fourteen stories above [...]
Scarcity trumps fear (a poem)
I did not use the exact line, but a certain newspaper of record today described a certain political candidate as ‘a unique threat’… It’s different every time, isn’t it? On the surface, the same choices appear to be present and accounted for but the variables behind them cannot be predicted She’s a liar He’s a [...]
Back from the dark side of the moon (a poem)
Partly inspired by Pizzicato Five and Original Love songs posted to YouTube… I can’t seem to fall asleep a young Tilda Swinton dances on the screen in grainy black-and-white The drama is mysterious not quite fitting the song an arbitrary choice made in a darkened room A man sings a song about kissing in Japanese [...]
Pause (a poem)
Started out straying from the month’s theme again, but a phrase I heard in a song slipped in at the last moment… (I had a good night’s sleep, dreaming about things I barely remember now) Half the day slip away now I’m here on the other side of noon listening to block chords [...]
It’s feeling a lot like World War III— (a poem)
This came from a brief conversation I had with someone a couple of nights ago before open-mic… everybody’s fighting There’s so much to hate and so many people to do the hating we don’t need armies anymore Strategy is no longer necessary mere tactics will do It all comes down to choice of weapon bullets…bombs…words… [...]
Woods (a poem)
Watching a Japanese drama on Netflix… At the top of Tragic Lovers Hill the tall, tall trees hide angry owls The bridge that crosses the stream waits, empty, for the uncertain and the hesitant Unconcerned, the water flows on towards the bottom of the hill it takes lovers so long to climb aching lungs gasping [...]
Disengagement (a poem)
Drawn from a preliminary news item on essence.com, and informed by a New York Times article from August 2015… Not another name Not another hashtag You know they’re actually teaching cops to shoot first, ask questions later? They’re actually teaching cops to give in to fear They’re actually teaching cops the consequences can be mitigated [...]
Blindness (a poem)
Watching a Japanese drama on Netflix… Everyone is so blind to love or blindfolded, as the case may be When love comes willingly to us we turn it away suspicious of the source embarrassed by the attention ashamed at our lack of worth We can feel love’s presence but we’re conditioned not to see it [...]
