tired
but not quitting
its too early in the morning
to not have any clean socks
my bed begs the question
have you had enough?
its never harder to ignore the question
than when my bed asks it
but my exhausted lips are sealed
and there’s no one around to tattle
thank God my bed is blind
and cannot read the weariness
written around my eyes
Archive for February, 2008
tired
Posted in Poetry, tagged School on February 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Revenge?
Posted in Poetry, tagged Rape on February 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
people ask sometimes what you would do
if you could do anything
to the one who hurt you most
some dream slow tortures–
cruelly taking flesh for flesh taken . . .
in a sense
but I have no heart for revenge
I would spend just one bullet
making sure he never did it again.
Unless together
Posted in Poetry, tagged Masks, Thoughts on February 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
actor and actress wake up
make-up
and
step onstage
bright masks gleaming over
honest faces
lines carefully rehearsed
blocking to perfection
what the audience directs . . .
funny guy bursts into whatever room he enters
willing to go one step further than anyone
towards hilarity at any cost,
too drunk if he’s drunk at all,
making everyone laugh
and if they’re not
they definitely hate him
other guys are jealous [...]
ruined
Posted in Poetry, tagged Cheating, Trust on February 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
there was a fly in the milk
but I drank it anyway
somehow sure it wouldn’t make me sick
believing like Peter
I’ve leaned on the air
you promised would hold me
there is love there
you promised you promised
I hate promises
I’m too tired
and you’re laughing at me
this poem is ruined.
distracted by the wind
like Peter, I fall . . .
oh
there you are.
?
Posted in Journal Entries, tagged Distance, Future on February 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I keep my heart on you and my eyes on my school-books. Reading through my old journals there are so many pages dedicated to the impossibility of our situation because of distance with no quick rememdy. But the reason for the distance is about to come to an end and what then? [...]
The Numbers
Posted in Poetry, tagged Rape on February 8, 2008 | 1 Comment »
before his final thrust
they knew you–
had you figured into fractions and percentages
if you wanted you could enter a room
with the others like you and make 100%
you could move around
talking about what he did and how you sleep
first standing with the 42% who didn’t say anything
then the 61% who were under eighteen
you could scribble the numbers [...]
