Charlie Harman

Charlie Harman Oct 2023

A streetlamp flutters
then goes out.
And of many things,
this, you flout.

Some girlish laughter-
empty sound;
You are mistaken,
Thoughts: Profound.

Torn at the lining,
~Silver named~
walk me home slowly,
I've been lamed.

Barrow through burrow
to and fro,
from me to you, friend,
it's time to go.

Alone I scuttle,
dank streets my home;
Moldy and mildewed,
there-I roam.

Maybe I should have titled this piece "Cockroaches"? But, thats kinda gross so whatever. Also, I KNOW I ******* up the rhythm on the 4th stanza, but please, I couldn't make it work otherwise.

Charlie Harman Oct 2023

Muffins

Today, I was asked
to write about muffins.
By a student, no less,
and believe me, I'm chuffed in
all the ways that mean
somethin'.

So, I've sat down today
with a few things to say
about muffins and scones
and pastries and dough; nuts!

Neglecting to mention
the unthinkable tension
between muffins and cupcakes
is a cardinal sin and, therein,
the most colossal of any possible mistakes
I could maybe be making.

Perhaps, I ought to panic less
and start my pitch with less proverbial
pastry making patisserie poems.

Perhaps.

Lil gooby poem about muffins that a student asked me to write lol.

I can't tell if the last stanza should stay in there (not the single "perhaps" but the "Perhaps, I ought") But I'm going to leave it for now.

Charlie Harman Oct 2023

One, Two, Jump!

One Mississippi-
Two Mississippi-
And three, of course,
but we never made it
to three, no,
not you and me.

Cracked concrete
cobbled together
by quatrains of
soil, love, water,
and rock-

Not of the ages,
but certainly of
this year, although,
who really keeps
count?

Back to the
cemented beliefs
and stone streets
that we came up
on. Take a step, a
jump, on one, on two;
you're free.

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Invisibly You.

Along thine path
grow flowers; shapes
and sizes abound,
but nothing could
compare to all
the things you've
found

along the way-
Egregious liar
born-again friar
that woman briar
all to the ire
of your mother.

Thus I admire
this walked path
of contest and
clashing, both of
the asomatous and true;
incorporated incorporeal-
ism, what else could you
possibly do?

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Thursday's Heartbreak is Friday's Heartache

-Thursday

if defining something
intangible
is easy; because definitions
hardly change, only meaning-
then why is holding on to love
so difficult
through all of the things we are
experiencing?

-Friday

~time can heal all
wounds, they've said,
always this was true.
but nothing could have prepared me
for all my dealings with you.~

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Loves-pun

Love's quite punny
truly.
All those funny lines
configured-
I love you:
(insert pun here).

But our love must
have missed the memo.

The closest to a pun
you ever got, was when
you spun my love into
the rope I hung
myself with.

F**k you.

*Figuratively Speaking*

Charlie Harman Sep 2023

Sleep on the Floor

12:07 A.M.
~It's a new day
...
~What's that brought us?
...
~No answer?
...
~Fine.

I sleep on the floor
in a wreck of
my own filth;
self-loathing and
fearful of the way
the sun rises
over the horizon,
even
on days like today.