"christopherson" poems
my goodness is a fraud
My god is much more mod
yet tawd-
Ry it is too you see...
See?
Christopherson Robin is my g.i. joe
nickname for the **
No! I am jest
though one who knows not
cannot know.
HOT.
this *** of kettle trash talk
i invent and vent
Relent.
There I went, dent and all.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
I had heartaches
I had tragedy
I had broken people surrounding me
I had love
I had lies
The people to whom I said goodbye
My confusion, my pain
Innocence broken
But a strength to gain
I hope one more thing will come from all of this
For the sun and for my eyes to finally kiss
A heart still beating
A dream still near
Find the sun...
Because it’s still here
-Lindsey Christopherson
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Cherry pits and Goodtime while I avoided your frame
Christopherson carrying us quietly... or maybe it was Paul Simon
(I forget)
And I listen to your subcutaneous single-serve salvation
while you're seeing trees for their root structure
watching the AudioArbor curl and weave
with the hue of that little toy xylophone
you two found in some box in the basement
and I feel discovered all over again
I don't know how teaching me a cleat hitch
stumbled into Kant and 21st-century relationship structure
That's a path only you could manage
flanked by a witty remark about the weather or traffic or my day
skimming the depths on nothing more than Zephyr's respiration
And now I know patience was wrong
watching concentrated ambition simply... snuffed
waiting and wisting ebb as you tip-toe to oblivion
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC