"caraway" poems
Tossing and turning, sleep evades me
The thought of her pure dress
As I sip my warm white tea
My love becomes less and less
My eyes shall not close
To be filled with desires which are false
Dreams that make me smile
Fall into a deep trial
I desire hate
This love is a curse
To want a ***** as a mate
Wealth filled purse
I give everything
I want something
Phone in hand dialing Nick Caraway
I love you is what I say
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Herbs in the window
Slowly flavoring the stone
Of a fire-lit home
A whistle so shrill
Pick some dried sage from the sill
The tea is ready
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
You think you’re a thunder clap,
But I know
You’re a solar storm
Trapped inside a marble.
I want you
To want me
As much as I want you.
Your body is made of Earth.
Rainwater eyes,
Caraway hair,
Birch skin.
I’d listen to you speak
For hours
Just so we could spend hours
Together.
You speak to stars in susurrations
That roll of your tongue -
I hold them in my palms
And aid their ascension.
Your heart is a hearth
Trying to warm a forest
Covered in snow -
I would help you spread.
People laugh at you
Because you’re a tad askew;
I laugh with you
Because you’re aligned perfectly.
I think I love you sometimes
And I’m scared
Because the sun has no need
To love the moon.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
I'm told it's vile
to pick one's teeth,
but a lodged sesame seed,
caraway, or a tad of compressed nugent,
is another matter,
yet I must confess,
barring an audience before the queen,
I've been known in polite company
to search my inner coat
for a hidden piece of faux whale bone
and merrily go at it.
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 12:03 PM UTC
check your center is this where i am where am i flee flee time is time is what time does and time is wasting light like a winter's day
and to wish that everyday would end faster and faster will just shorten the life to vibration and guitar strings
there was once a time when everyone was kind; no, there was never such a thing
but yes that doesn't matter and yes we can go one yes i will go on
beating on like Caraway into the past no yes the sky is cracking remember that one
film that one that so specific film no? no. i can't remember either i hope she loves me still
some way the gleam in her eye seems to be a little uh and little em
pty like that glass You have right in your hand give me a sip please
everyone's busy complaining about their own dreams but when they come up suddenly it's not enough, and that's your fault i think not minepleasestopthis please you're sitting there with that look on your face like ha-ha you're sad lock me up then
she loved me tell me she loved me please you destroy worlds right come on and tell me if you can let me know then there's the door and here i go
oh now you want me to stay because i'm enough right tell me i'm good
wait
hold on
i'll let you check your ****** notes one more time you haven't rehearsed this moment much have you
oh but you know everything and protect everyone
FREE WILL written on the wall there i see
wonderful and original, as everyone else is through lava rivers and the fire soaks me dry
is this it is this tell me she loves me his hand over her shoulder why do i even care still i said i quit so i quit
i don't think anyone can be ashamed to quit because we're living in a time where we think everyone deserves to please another with their accomplishments whether the mental or the physical
(oh great congratulations on your marriage)
well no one deserves to see my love if everyone expects it pay me just pay me
look at you you're disgusting ha-i'm sorry i meant i'm disgusting
we're all disgusting you and me
we're both one of kind so thanks for listening i guess (just look at you)
i know i know you love me and want the best for me
FREEWILL
words get closer every time i look every time ilook everytimeilook-
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
Tim lived at five one two
Caraway Lane with a
dog and lawn that was
hard to maintain and three
goats with no names
Two bankers came
Crisply dressed, repossessed
Caraway lane
Paul had tried every trick
through thick and thin but he
couldn’t make rent when it
went on cheap gin and he
hated the taste
Fated to waste
Downing and drowning in
Crown-clouding gin
Richard was shy with an
acne-pocked charm and a
look of sick shock as he
watched in alarm as his
paycheck ran dry
Couldn’t tell why
Money tree entropy
ended supply
Tim was quite pretty, clown
-witty and warm with flash
city-smoked glints and fresh
country-stoked draw, with his
cheekbones and jaw, and the
charm he had, strapping lad
dressed in plaid shirts he would
flirt with short skirts or a
dress or long pants, really
anything worked
Paul was quite petty, and
yet he had steady ad
-mirers in heady and heal
-y-tripped love, he was
shunned by wronged songbirds, he’d
stolen their sweet words, his
perfect pitch, descant-rich
Transcendent vocally
Elegant poetry
Angel-conferred
Richard had first-degree
Self-esteem vacancy
So, on occasion he
Self-critiqued shamefully
Good for perfectionist
standards which nurtured his
six-string-chord skilfulness
Master accompanist
Metronome rhythm-prone
strong instrumentalist
Each in a fix when a
-lone but the mix would be
known to eclipse what was
shown on the local bar
circuit you’d know if you
heard it, a joy to un
-earth it, so worth it e
-merged as the trio with
alchemy, beauty and
blasphemy, moral and
mortal-tinged humour a
-cademy, heaven-sent
harmony, rather be
here to see, them than be
anywhere actually
this is me, heavily
suddenly, readily
falling in love with three
men in one melody
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 1:15 AM UTC