6-10-18 "Five Poems"

early Sunday afternoons in June are different; no football, no basketball. no school on Monday to stress me out in advance. its just a quiet stillness with an oppressive heat. lemonade and vodka on the porch. dreams to explore. its the beginning of the summer swing. I've accepted that showering ain't gonna accomplish much this month.

im so lucky to be here...and with that, here are 5 poems.

I’m An Animal Anyway, Let Me Lose My Soul

nothing good is rewarded

trying to find meaning is a pit that leaves all ten of my toes

stubbed

calloused is my drive to get out of bed each moment

random chance would even be better

than the opposition’s success

spirituality seems like a way

to sell wolf tickets

and musicians are more concerned with their standing

than standing for their music

in moments of strength, I see my place to be an example

of the things and values I hold dear

in moments of strength, I say fuck em

I’m an animal anyway

let me lose my soul

To Let Yourself Loose Within The Wilds of Wikipedia

take it all day by day

keystroke by keystone

the acquisition of knowledge

can be so empowering

it can be so relaxing so chill

to let yourself loose within the wilds of wikipedia;

just scratches there surface of what it

means to run with a though

Leaping

leaping seraphically over satellites

i read your words and it builds a world

none of this has ever happened before

in so many ways

in so many words

in so few places, i’ve been insofar inspired

typically, usually, most-of-the-time

there is nothing i’ve desired

as to read your words

and build our world

leaping elysian over satellites

towards only

paradise

Does Anyone Still Wait

does anyone still wait

for anything?

I can distinctly remember waiting for phone calls

life stopped for whatever I wanted it to

I just simply had to be simple

and that simply had to wait

I remember waiting for inspiration to come

and then she did

and then I remember waiting for her to return

for years and years and years

eventually I stopped waiting

and I was sure that she would never visit again

Wherever You Are

wherever you are my dear

I will be there

wherever you are is dear to me

your symphony of touch is a mechanism towards belief

the generosities of your smile eradicate grief

wherever you are

I won’t be far

no matter how bizarre our future or past

I’ll be around to help pull us through

like a most startling reflection in the deepest pool

you would hardly recognize

and then immediately come to see

together

what we can achieve will make us complete