New leaf
I've turned the page on guilt and rage— actually, I kind of ripped it. I skipped ahead to bold new love. Wow! This chapter's terrific! Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Constancy
Life is an inexorable tread— the dead flow from the living, the living from the dead *I might use these lines—or a portion of them—which came to me, unbidden, while reading a biography of the poet Federico García Lorca, in some form as the repeated part of a villanelle. It'll take some time and will... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Staring with courageous clarity. . .
at the happy/sad past and digging my heels in for the the scary/sweet present: Clean break I can handle a failure as long as it's clean. It's the messes I hate, all burnt paper and scenes. Crowded house God it's getting crowded, all these memories and names It's not that they're invited, but they... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
I fell in love. . .
and was too busy being happy to write much. I'm still happy, but the old itch is coming back. Prism I watched you through a lens called friend I never let the prism bend You watched me break my heart for years Until I asked, "Would you dry my tears?" I never traced your face's lines I didn't listen... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Wanna?
When the world comes to an end Wanna be holding hands, my friend? When the ashes rain like stars or ghosts Wanna clink glasses? Wanna be my final toast? Please If that which pleases me Is that which pleases you Let's plan to please eachother See if one-on-one makes two Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Crash, bang, boom!: Onomatopoeia has entered the room
My candor has sounded a crash I boom and I bust and I slip and I slash I'd be easier if I were quiet But my picket-sign heart says, "Kaboom! Start a riot!" Sign in to see full entry.
Bad habits and fresh starts
Trigger I have a bad habit of jumping the gun I love you—there I said it Stick a fork in me, I'm done Feet first My feet keep falling through memories They're real, but they're not really steady Will you help me to make up some new ones If I lay back and tell you I'm ready? Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Monday morning poetry: of Iggy Pop and my jack-o'-lantern soul
Smile I'm like a jack-o'-lantern I'm glowing from within My smile's crooked but friendly Saying, "Hey, kid, how you been?" Lust Like Iggy Pop, I've got a lust for life I want a punk rock picket fence, a husband, and a wife Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Two-step program
I'm in a two-step program I'm giving it a whirl I'm dancing with a cowboy who's calling me his girl *whooooo! That was tiring. Sign in to see full entry.
Priorities
Tell me that you are a gentleman But one who is willing to kiss Say you know how to say "love" and "goodbye" You can leave the seat up when you piss Sign in to see full entry.