Just going through some of the poems I’ve written in the past six months or so. These ones are all works in progress. Edited 7-29-07 in response to feedback–keep it comin’.

12-16-06

All right, start now please.
…I
It’s a little difficult, could you try again?
I…
That’s it…
I think sometimes I get overwhelmed with all there is to think about I don’t think it’s very useful to think about a hundred things at once or even a dozen at once it’s a little surprise when there’s just
one
thought and it’s a nice surprise like opening the mailbox when it’s not your birthday and there’s a hand-addressed envelope in there though usually lately that’s a ploy from a credit card company or a big charity that wants a donation everybody wants your attention but for a moment it’s like, hey, somebody wrote me a letter.

Nobody does that any more.

12-14-06
(winds up to 70mph it’s a real storm a real crazy storm)

I wish I had a giant kite
I’d take it outside let it loose and hold on tight
and I’d ride it through the lightening
and I’d ride it through the rain
and I’d dance it to the thunder
and I’d be myself again

I wish I had a rocket ship
I’d get aboard count to ten and let ‘er rip
and I’d ride it through the atmosphere
and I’d ride it to the sun
and I’d race it out the universe
and I’d come back all alone

I wish I had a pair of wings
I’d spread ‘em out flap ‘em and see what it brings
and I’d fly right up to heaven
and I’d fly right up to God
and I’d pirouette to Holy Writ
and I’d know what Man forgot

12-12-06
For Sleeping

My heart beats too fast
sometimes
like when the wind
(loud & wild)
makes neighbors holler outside
or when a truck
(fast & heavy)
makes me jump back onto the curb
or when

(a boy)

7/17/07
Vindication

I’m a slow eater.
I’m a veteran of the impatient
sighs of my polite
tablemates.
Sometimes
I apologize
duck my head
and shovel it in,
or let the waiter
swipe my plate early.
Sometimes, though,
I like
making

them

wait

12-15-06
You know you

Buzzing a little on wine
and hanging around with your ex-boyfriend
is a little like

like buzzing a little on wine
and driving around when you know you

you shouldn’t