ME

A g-chat experiment in accidental poetry:

i feel like he’s playing with me

days like these remind me

and it seems as if that cost me

and then told me to shut up

she’ll keep me young

it makes me nervous

thanks for believing in me

but i think it makes me feel lonely

Note: poem is comprised of sentences from five separate g-chat conversations.

boots
Capitol Hill, Seattle.

HALTED ROMANCE

Beginning:
coy smile / upturned face
rays of light dancing on a
naked wooden table
possibility flashing like
the jittery strobes of
an angry ambulance

Middle:
excitement pooling in
the fingers / the toes
and suddenly
halted like a line of
traffic stilled
by the moving wall of
a freight train
through two towns

even the ambulance
waits and wails
waits
waits

End:
one thousand
tiny black birds
sprayed
against a soft blue sky

(they have disappeared)

gone to somebody
else’s sky

birds
Christmas Village, Pennsylvania.

ONCE THOUGHT

I am humbled
by my path to nowhere

It’s not a hero’s journey
afterall,
as was once thought

In fact it’s rather un-
spectacular
milling through the
myriad
daily concerns

I didn’t choose it

It took mounds of
hush/hush/hush
in my mind

so that I could at
least pretend to care

If I had one of Phillip
Pullman’s dæmons
it would whisper to me:
you’ve always
been preoccupied

Now I do know
I can’t be
above scotch tape
or fax machines
or the usefulness of
paperclips

I see the clumsy
stacks of paper
wheeled in by the
Staples man

and ship out on arms
of many, day and day
and day

What kind of tree
are we sacrificing
today?

And so my path
is a path to nowhere
where I seek the
things that once made
me scoff:

pleasure
warmth
happiness
love

And it’s not a hero’s
journey, as was
once thought.

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