what a terrible way to feel
overwhelmed and over it
like I don't want to write anymore
like maybe a word, this hour, or this minute
is spent
without a summit
my journal is a progression of poems
most as forgettable as the day that produced them
as vague as the answer of anywhere
but I study each of them carefully
and weigh them on a scale
of halfway or almost there
this is what god must feel like
overwhelmed and over it
like I don't want to be responsible for this
like maybe there is no truth
because you ignore the goodness
and you think it has nothing to do with you
my old journals sing songs
of young girls with old thoughts
and I remember that ol' girl and them young thoughts
and I want to be her, hold her
whisper
it will all be okay
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
quotation marks
You said
I think I left the keys
I said
They're in your pocket
You said
You're right, you can hear them can't you?
Right then the church bells began
And I remembered the word, again
I think I left the keys
I said
They're in your pocket
You said
You're right, you can hear them can't you?
Right then the church bells began
And I remembered the word, again
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Said Free as The
this one
time I
said
I know
we are
free
and I
still think
the idea
of freedom
is meaningless
until we believe
that we are
free
the idea
of community
is pointless
until we all
agree to be
family
that speaks
and sings
as
one voice
for us
the
way it
should be
time I
said
I know
we are
free
and I
still think
the idea
of freedom
is meaningless
until we believe
that we are
free
the idea
of community
is pointless
until we all
agree to be
family
that speaks
and sings
as
one voice
for us
the
way it
should be
Monday, June 20, 2011
little satellites
we are all parents
fathers and mothers
we are teachers
mind readers and healers
when an infant cries
we hug them, we coo
we do not cry back
we do not insult their pain
children are parents too
they will come to you
in your time of need and say
I love you
fathers and mothers
we are teachers
mind readers and healers
when an infant cries
we hug them, we coo
we do not cry back
we do not insult their pain
children are parents too
they will come to you
in your time of need and say
I love you
Thursday, June 16, 2011
asterisk
I feel broken down
composed of moving parts
that can sing perfectly
when every gear is in line
I'm out of line
but I saved a little wine
in the bottle I bought
to get me to midnight
and noon all over again
somewhere someone is playing music
and they probably invited us all
in a quick tempo tap
that sometimes mentions Arkansas
composed of moving parts
that can sing perfectly
when every gear is in line
I'm out of line
but I saved a little wine
in the bottle I bought
to get me to midnight
and noon all over again
somewhere someone is playing music
and they probably invited us all
in a quick tempo tap
that sometimes mentions Arkansas
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
small reminders
love is a gesture
and i want to give it to you
because you deserve it
and i deserve to know
that you have it
and i want to give it to you
because you deserve it
and i deserve to know
that you have it
Sunday, June 12, 2011
false alarm
may I have your attention please
a fire emergency has been reported in the building
upon receipt of being verified
please leave the building by the nearest exit
do not use the elevators
a fire emergency has been reported in the building
upon receipt of being verified
please leave the building by the nearest exit
do not use the elevators
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Kara Bibb
It is almost my birthday and I almost believe
so I sent out secret messages to everyone
including me
Oh Kara Bibb,
do you remember that time when you never felt guilty
and there were only two things
you
and
me
and because it could be more simple
you ecstatically agreed
that you were me
and because that was fair
you decided to believe
in remembering
so I sent out secret messages to everyone
including me
Oh Kara Bibb,
do you remember that time when you never felt guilty
and there were only two things
you
and
me
and because it could be more simple
you ecstatically agreed
that you were me
and because that was fair
you decided to believe
in remembering
Friday, June 10, 2011
June Tenth
i feel old in your arms
i feel small in your arms
i feel helpless and delicate and fragile
breakable
in your arms
in a few days
I will try to fall asleep
I will notice that my hands curl and rest themselves
on the chest that holds my broken heart
it will be my chest and i will want for you
i feel small in your arms
i feel helpless and delicate and fragile
breakable
in your arms
in a few days
I will try to fall asleep
I will notice that my hands curl and rest themselves
on the chest that holds my broken heart
it will be my chest and i will want for you
Thursday, June 9, 2011
book ends
i wrote it all down once
on a piece of scrap paper
but you said it best
"what we need tonight
is something beautiful and bright"
on a piece of scrap paper
but you said it best
"what we need tonight
is something beautiful and bright"
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
shrapnel art
sometimes I think I'm ridiculous
always so seemingly happy
I've got two hands
and they fold or they clap
or they're fists
but I am happy
look it up
just look up
there is nothing holding you
to the ground
always so seemingly happy
I've got two hands
and they fold or they clap
or they're fists
but I am happy
look it up
just look up
there is nothing holding you
to the ground
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
bring. your. own. mountain.
everyone is someone else's first glance
oh he's pretty
or she's plain
and that's the way we sound in a photo
or in our songs
to the ones who only see us once
you should look a different way
at the girl with crimson lips
and the boy whose words whisper timeless
on stages built of wires and W's and K's
on air and saying I am awkward and I love this
while ladies sing songs that sound like sparrows
and thank yous search the air for artists
you should bring your mountain
to the sleeping bed of jesters
where beauty juggles itself and comes to terms with
flesh stretched against the surface of bones
and delights and dismays in the catch and the fall
of lovers and disbelievers as one audience
who hold their breath and wait for the next spectacle
you should hold your breath
a spectator would
oh he's pretty
or she's plain
and that's the way we sound in a photo
or in our songs
to the ones who only see us once
you should look a different way
at the girl with crimson lips
and the boy whose words whisper timeless
on stages built of wires and W's and K's
on air and saying I am awkward and I love this
while ladies sing songs that sound like sparrows
and thank yous search the air for artists
you should bring your mountain
to the sleeping bed of jesters
where beauty juggles itself and comes to terms with
flesh stretched against the surface of bones
and delights and dismays in the catch and the fall
of lovers and disbelievers as one audience
who hold their breath and wait for the next spectacle
you should hold your breath
a spectator would
Sunday, June 5, 2011
sister
When I moved away from home the first time
I never considered going back
the bedroom we tried to grow up in
the family traditions we never kept
the friends whose secrets I forget
I can't believe I went back
but I did once
and I paid the rent
watched a child and a mother in unrest
watched a day unfold and let it go again
and you judged me while I tried to keep myself
in a simple repose
maybe you can come visit me next New Year's Eve
I will kiss your cheek and play you songs
and your son can come and he can sing along
while we toast to the years that are to come
I'll forgive you now
in the home in my head
if you get a job and give yourself a good name
I will be your friend again
I never considered going back
the bedroom we tried to grow up in
the family traditions we never kept
the friends whose secrets I forget
I can't believe I went back
but I did once
and I paid the rent
watched a child and a mother in unrest
watched a day unfold and let it go again
and you judged me while I tried to keep myself
in a simple repose
maybe you can come visit me next New Year's Eve
I will kiss your cheek and play you songs
and your son can come and he can sing along
while we toast to the years that are to come
I'll forgive you now
in the home in my head
if you get a job and give yourself a good name
I will be your friend again
Saturday, June 4, 2011
nap time
a child is sleeping
it is summer
his arms are stretched above his head
his fingers twitch
his leg hangs off the bed
his knees are bent
a child is sleeping under a blanket
it is colorful
he is peaceful
he is worryless
he is natural
he is dreaming
a child is skating in his dream
it is Saturday
he counts his wheels
he tightens his straps
he stands on his heels
he bends his knees
a child is skating
it is Sunday
his mind goes round and round
his head is a roller rink
his dream takes him to a roller town
his sleep is a skate without a stopper
it is summer
his arms are stretched above his head
his fingers twitch
his leg hangs off the bed
his knees are bent
a child is sleeping under a blanket
it is colorful
he is peaceful
he is worryless
he is natural
he is dreaming
a child is skating in his dream
it is Saturday
he counts his wheels
he tightens his straps
he stands on his heels
he bends his knees
a child is skating
it is Sunday
his mind goes round and round
his head is a roller rink
his dream takes him to a roller town
his sleep is a skate without a stopper
Friday, June 3, 2011
8 years old once
for lack of beds, I slept next to him
I listened to him whisper to himself
happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday
dear Jalen
happy birthday to me
I thought about summer camps, swimming pools, and superheroes
I thought about him and how he waited all day for a party and me
to show up with the presents my sister had promised her son
to show up with a rite of passage in the form of an orange bicycle
that was last spring, and then winter came
when I hid his presents under my small sink
Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way, don't you tell
a single soul
what I'm going to say
the next day he cried at my kitchen table while I tried to explain
why he should wait and make his gingerbread house with his mother
the next month someone pawned a present I had bought him
and I explained to myself the difference between money and love
and I felt sick, and I felt noble at once
a Romeo holding an empty vile and Juliet
ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes
ashes
we all fall down
as April ended this year my nephew turned eight
and I spent the day planning an escape for everyone
I thought about how he laughed at his own jokes
and how I cried when I first heard about him
and I prayed, please let him be a good man
over and over and over and over again
I listened to him whisper to himself
happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday
dear Jalen
happy birthday to me
I thought about summer camps, swimming pools, and superheroes
I thought about him and how he waited all day for a party and me
to show up with the presents my sister had promised her son
to show up with a rite of passage in the form of an orange bicycle
that was last spring, and then winter came
when I hid his presents under my small sink
Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way, don't you tell
a single soul
what I'm going to say
the next day he cried at my kitchen table while I tried to explain
why he should wait and make his gingerbread house with his mother
the next month someone pawned a present I had bought him
and I explained to myself the difference between money and love
and I felt sick, and I felt noble at once
a Romeo holding an empty vile and Juliet
ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes
ashes
we all fall down
as April ended this year my nephew turned eight
and I spent the day planning an escape for everyone
I thought about how he laughed at his own jokes
and how I cried when I first heard about him
and I prayed, please let him be a good man
over and over and over and over again
Thursday, June 2, 2011
free chairs
my favorite chairs
I found on the side of the road
the first one seemed too perfect
so I put it back on the porch
of whomever it was that left it
on the side of the road
with a little note that read
is this for me?
it took the better part of an hour
to get it into my car
I was so proud
of my new pink chair
but you hated it
I don't understand hate
The green chair
(oh be still my heart)
I may as well have stolen it
how quickly it became mine
in one swift motion
I found on the side of the road
the first one seemed too perfect
so I put it back on the porch
of whomever it was that left it
on the side of the road
with a little note that read
is this for me?
it took the better part of an hour
to get it into my car
I was so proud
of my new pink chair
but you hated it
I don't understand hate
The green chair
(oh be still my heart)
I may as well have stolen it
how quickly it became mine
in one swift motion
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Silk is Always Appropriate
One morning
after a flight
I woke up
on my friend's couch
She wanted
to take me
to brunch
I was
wearing the dress
from the night before
I was worried
I said outloud
I can't go
My friend wondered
why
I told her
I can't wear silk
to Saturday brunch
She laughed
and glanced
at her wall
There she was
Miss Holly Golightly
in Givenchy
I forgave everyone
on the spot
again
after a flight
I woke up
on my friend's couch
She wanted
to take me
to brunch
I was
wearing the dress
from the night before
I was worried
I said outloud
I can't go
My friend wondered
why
I told her
I can't wear silk
to Saturday brunch
She laughed
and glanced
at her wall
There she was
Miss Holly Golightly
in Givenchy
I forgave everyone
on the spot
again