Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Lol poetry

I dwell in the esoteric.
They'll never find me here.

Three weeks ago
I held up my hands to my reflection
Showed it that
my knuckles were raw and cracked
"How can that be?" I asked it.
"I use lotion."

This morning,
my reflection shouted back:
IT'S BECAUSE YOU CHEW THEM.

And I could not tell if it was I
Or some character in a story
Who was relieved by this revelation
of oral fixation
and is it self-recognition
Or divine inspiration?

This compulsion to chew:
When people borrow my pens
I pre-empt their disgust
"I'm sorry, I chew,"
and I feel disgusted for them
Even as they take my ruined implements
and say "thank you"
and
"It's okay"
and
take notes on
the late cretaceous.

I feel connected to Paranthropus
That ancient relative
whose skull looks more
gorilla
than human

Thet call him
"hyper-robust"
and I memorize teeth sizes
jaw widths
sagittal crests

And I feel connected
because he got that way
through thousands of years
of being compelled
to chew.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Verbal sketching

I imagined I became a mole person
And strung up my hammock
between pylons
In an old abandoned subway station.
And every night, the other runaway kids
and me
lie awake and listen
to the sound of
sewer rats mating.

I imagined I rode the trains
all night long
right down to the place where
they turn around
in that old abandoned station
with the jewel-tone tiles
in the roof.
And it's all so pretty,
so pretty,
so pretty,

And it's all so clean,
so clean,
so clean,
because
they never let anyone in.

Monday, November 8, 2010

I wanted to ask you,

Have you ever had one of those days
Where you're tired, and you haven't really managed to accomplish anything
And you have so much to do
That you don't know where to begin?

And when you get online
The only people who talk to you
Are the people you really
Just don't have the time for
Or just don't want to talk to
At all?

I even typed the question up
All nice
And pretty
And grammatically correct.

But I didn't hit send
Because I figured you'd probably say,

"I'm having one right now."

And no one wants to know
That their hunch was right
And they really are the person
That no one wants to talk to.