#lesser
the enforcers,
them austere grammarians,
interrupt with urgency,
when choosing wrong:
lesser or fewer
which punishes me hard!!
makes me contemplate how
much better
in my life,
one would have been
if
only I had
employed
both
as a living philosophy,
a methodology
would have more closet
space,
would possess a less
cluttered life, with more
space
to breathe freely,
the
moreover
would be
my desire
to be kind
to others
more
easily
realized
<>
the economy of
fewer and lesser
needs
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 7:07 AM UTC
tattoo ourselves in electric ink memorializing calendars,
diaries of observantional digits, black on white, no gray,
birthdays, anniversaries, dates of passing, starting lines,
occasional achievements, departure dates, even glaring failures,
sundial mundane records of diurnal habitude…even
defining self by, bye, byte marks upon flesh, upon our calendar
*not my first trip-tracking, he ruefully rues, wry smiling,
many voyages of indeterminate measuring length,
leaving litter of arrays of hopeful estimations & destinations,
each unequal, any or all possibilities, each day notated,
without critique or commentary, the numbers are the
gaols (jails) of goals, target, indeterminate determination,
terrific, horrific, introspections, inverse images resolve, resolute*
a year ago, +/- a few days,, new travelogue commenced,
notated but not annotated, just numerical truths,
(sans comments for the divine nature of numbers don’t lie)
and today my calculator app informs, that I am now
19.4 % lesser, but that clarifies less than expected
naturally this provokes a natty,
spirited, self-inquiry, lessened,
lessor, for better or for worse?
have the physical alterations
accompanying this reduction
mean exactly what,
if, it should be, a greater lesser?
here is the hard part.
your have always been a mirror~poet,
laughing, bemoaning the unvarnished, unshaven
AM sightings of a human perpetual dissatisfied,
the external never denying the interior “less~than,”
a J Peterman catalogue of weathered ****** expressions,
counter-parted by multiple Venn diagram intersections,
of experiential labeled bits & pieces of emotional empirical
less than good, not even close to perfect, so now that I am
*gaunt, spare, lean, grayed, narrower, again ruefully rue,
the even more visible truth reflection eye~hidden:*
I,
am the sum of the weight of my history, my deeds,
my disbeliefs, murderous deeds, weak choices
and that hasn’t changed nary an ounce, no matter
many times examined, indeed I am forever a lesser man,
there, internal infernal
too…
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 2:12 PM UTC
You lost that look that
Kept me by your door waiting
To see where we'd go
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:42 PM UTC
All around me I see houses with beautiful yards
yet my home is built with nothing
but spare parts
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
ten thousand shall sunrise arise
with confidence and no surmise,
their only skill, a declaration made
**I am poet, my eyes see and my tongues
unravel what overlaps, overloads, what
connects us, our sinews are tongue tied**
the heated transfer of our gut alpha juices
in ways invisible but fully sensory sends
impulse ******* scouring clashing galaxies
we are a war of worlds, a war of words,
a war of class, gender, crossing boundaries,
creating new ones at our intermittent tangentials
I slip and fall, my face deep punctured, leaking
notions that cannot be stemmed or reacquainted,
alas, alas I-am now poet halved, the clock will soon
leap forwards, words anoint my unhealed scar,
longer for daylight tries to save my taste of immortality
but the year twenty twenty is for the younger poets
their simplicity fancies itself as creatively bold,
but this poet in his declining times of old
knows only my reputation is the being being shortened
their succinct pierces nothing, but egotistical ism
by dawning early light, weep copious for us both,
my holed face gushes what they don’t want to know
poems constructed and constrained by words near expiration,
use or lose the mind muse unkindly warns, the never of now,
by sunrise, ten thousand new and one old poets will meet their expiry date
one old one, be mortality lessened, lesser, used up by the dated date
march 6, twenty twenty
10:48am
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 4:40 AM UTC
Sentinel of dust.
Guard your resolutions quietly.
Calamity comes but to no avail.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
Desolate sands, vacant blood.
Sunset bleeds into final night.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
sad boy;
what a pathetic
ploy
this is for my attention.
all you contrive
tastelessly
always lacks concession.
every word,
and image you fake
I reject, from my
possession,
for all you are
's worth less than this
effortless expression.
you see, my natural
creativity
surmounts your ****
impression
of the beauty of my work
and my powerful
transgression.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
here we are
wiffs and flavours
readings for life ;
rotting
weaping
daring and musing
tentacle tips
flinches
impulse ;
charge
to the senses
of a greater being.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
Long-distance relations,
I have a weaker memory,
My physical state is dismal,
Some say that I distorted facts,
That I am some sort of a ******
Some have gotten so scared of me,
Others have just gotten sick of me...
I do not blame others for my state,
As I am lesser than my own shadow,
And in the end, I am alone with myself,
For nobody would want a half-boyfriend.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
I put the paper in the printer every day
I put the paper in the printer every way
When the ink run low
And they jam the envelope
The boss man call me up and then he say
MARIA! MARIA! THE INK RUN LOW
MARIA! MARIA! I JAM THE ENVELOPE
MARIA! MARIA! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
JUST PUT THE PAPER IN THE PRINTER AND THEN I PAY YOU
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
What is this?
Is this some cruel game and I am your pawn?
Can you move me around for your own gain?
Am I some shallow follower that is yours from dusk till dawn?
How is it that you feel justified by what you do even when it causes others pain?
You treat me like I'm less than nothing
But truly it is you and not I who is the lesser of the two
I am here for more than this
But you are nothing more than a shadow being
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
Part I
It’s hot tonight,
Boiled tonight.
And I’m drunk tonight
So I scatter tonight
As opposed to
Sleeping tonight; so
Alone’d pave my way.
I speak to parchment,
And with dehydrated
Tongue.
So stack the syllables,
So ebb the songs,
And if words could be
Bricks,
I’d end the stares
And disallow
The gentle breeze,
My window;
Not quite frigid yet,
But like her breath
With a hint of ice,
If only enough,
To coerce my hair,
Specifically
The strands on the
Back of my neck.
And so, we’d shiver.
To be continued…
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC