Years.
What does a year mean, when there seem to be so many?
We read about them, cast them aside like old photos
Nobody cares to see
And you've already uploaded them so why does it matter?
Occasionally we'll select a year and savor its memory,
And it is the sweet, deep taste of 1997. Or was it '98...?
Sometimes it's hard to tell, sometimes it doesn't matter.
Years can be like lakes, small on a map but to the hapless swimmer,
Boundless.
We struggle to rationalize, to quantify, to measure
But how do you really measure a year?
How about love?
Yeah but after we saw Rent together you didn't talk to me for a week,
And when you did, It was to say that your mother was dying.
It is with all this in mind
That I see you from across the Deli section, head bowed,
Trying to make the all-important decision
Between one low-fat, sodium-free organic granola
And another.
I wonder what the years have done to you,
How they've kept you company,
Who they've dropped on your doorstep.
My imagination fills in what occasional party encounters
And awkward facebook birthday messages cannot.
I pause for a moment- you've chosen your granola and moved on-
And wonder if I should do the same.
I do not know if you saw me,
Or even if you would recognize me,
But something keeps me from going up to you.
It is the weight of years, and how they have put a silent barrier between us
Deeper and wider than the biggest lake.
And all those years, in forgotten photographs and smudged journal entries,
Each one becomes a story of the people it changed,
Of a woman in a grocery store
And the man she used to love.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
Expect the foliage
Establish a sense for the centless.
These, and other low-sodium snacks
will be cast upon by lukewarm multitudes
As harbingers of a legume reckoning
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:10 AM UTC
Steal a brace of ostrich, save one for me
The mirror makes his motives known
and reflects large noses on the smelly.
Avoid spiny ramparts,
It's a long way down the wind
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:08 AM UTC
Steal a brace of ostrich, save one for me
The mirror makes his motives known
and reflects large noses on the smelly.
Avoid spiny ramparts,
It's a long way down the wind
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:08 AM UTC
Yarn Demons, mushy few
Do not weep for a distant sun;
your time will find a new magazine.
The coronation revealed, regarded as victory,
We found only cabbage
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
Yarn Demons, mushy few
Do not weep for a distant sun;
your time will find a new magazine.
The coronation revealed, regarded as victory,
We found only cabbage
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
A tisket, a tasket, tinker with the aforementioned
I can see I have missed an engagement.
Expect to establish a celestial tuber, reflecting only
the light of a dark white inference.
AMPERSAND, bitchez
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
reign on my charade, but risk the dapple
the first to kayak to mars. Jester, you say?
Messers Metro, Goldwyn and Meyer shan't have floundered
if you had taken the turtleneck, roughshod
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 6:04 PM UTC
reign on my charade, but risk the dapple
the first to kayak to mars. Jester, you say?
Messers Metro, Goldwyn and Meyer shan't have floundered
if you had taken the turtleneck, roughshod
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 6:04 PM UTC
Reign on my charade, but risk the dapple
I found a new water route to Mars.
Messers Metro, Goldwyn and Meyer won't mind
when you take the turtleneck, Angeline.
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 6:04 PM UTC