Archive for September, 2014

Cigarette Lover

Posted: September 26, 2014 in Poetry
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Always you moved like you were on fire
You were something I could inhale but
Never keep within the walls of my chest
And watching your embers became such an addiction
That I forgot about your second-and-third-hand-kind-of-love
How can you care about anything
When you are now just a pile of ash?

The Volunteer Mender

Posted: September 20, 2014 in Poetry
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I was blindsided
Expecting a stab
In the back when
It came in the front.

I was left in the light
For everyone to see
The wounds you left
Upon the invisible me.

But from the darkness
A mender came and
Volunteered to clean up
This emotional plague.

Once

Posted: September 19, 2014 in Poetry
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Once I thought you were a zero
The queen of numbers
Able to morph all things within
Yet leave them changeless

But like the number zero
Unfortunately you have an ability
To make all things around you
Equal your value

And once I thought you were just a pest
But I’ve come to realize
You are much more like a
pestilence

Only you
Can turn
Every thing
Into no thing

Behind Me Is You

Posted: September 18, 2014 in Poetry
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Behind every great writer
There is a great woman

If I am ever to be a great writer
I need to find a great woman

You were a great woman
Before I was ever a writer

And you are greater than great
For my writing is beyond great ( 😉 )

Behind my every sentence
There are your eyes

Behind my every word
There are your lips

Beyond my every piece
There is you

My hope is that this poem
Will bring you in front of me where you belong

 

(For Laura: the most amazing woman in my world and the most fantastic editor.)

 

Karen

Posted: September 17, 2014 in Poetry
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My years divisible by yours (42 ÷ 21= 2)
Was an ancient concern

I love the craters in the moon
And they outnumber my sunrises (4, 500, 000, 000 ÷ 21=21,485,714.29)

Born in the midst of the Vietnam War (1965)
Born near the end of the Cold War (1987)

You listened to the Jackson 5
I listened to just 1 Jackson

Mid-life crisis (50)
Quarter-life crisis (25)
Closer to near than far

You said, “You’re too young of mind.”
I said, “We’re both younger than time.”

Beauty neglects age
Shadows give our hearts eyes

Besides

We both hate the sound of the clock
We both remember the silence after goodbye
We both prefer pleasure to love

I thought we both preferred pleasure to love
Though you said, “Don’t fuck me for fun or I’ll kick your ass.”

I wanted to lie
But I didn’t want my ass kicked
By a woman old enough to be my mother

Most Recent Publication

Posted: September 13, 2014 in Poetry
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My poem (“How To Become A Writer”) is up at the Eunoia Review. Go to check it out here. And learn how to become a writer!

The Puppet Master

Posted: September 10, 2014 in Poetry
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How many strings do you control
With those delicate hands?
How many stuffed puppets
Hollow of soul, heart, and mind
Do you move only to please your whims?

What I’ll never figure out
Is if those are just puppets you control
Or if those puppets were once human beings.