"goofily" poems
We'd bound around
For golf downtown
Frisbees always in hand
"The students are coming!!”
Was a seasonal refrain
As we’d goofily gallivant
Mother’s Day shows
We‘re free, mother-suckers
For your kids, a show we grant
A CLOWN SHOW!
A DOWNTOWN SHOW!
THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN’T!
Rock their world with juggling
See the Doctor for what ails
Rudi and O in laundromat land
Jeanie, Splash, Allison, Donna,
Silly girls astonishing with
Leaps, jokes and handstands
Chewey, Steamboat and Grog
"Yeah-yeah! Yeah-yeah!”
Silly boys grandstanding
All hail Papa Gale! We
Funned with Cpt. Plunge
Leader of the band!
Sweet Georgia!
**** croquet!*
It was grand!
**** croquet was the official lawn game of the Sweet Georgia Brown Clowns during the summer 198x Trinity Country tour [wherein we masqueraded as a Norwegian Salmon Kissing team at a Moose Lodge Talent Show in Lewiston, CA* {true!}]: “Don’t forget your hat!”)
*(we won)
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
when she leaves for work,
i'm left in the absence of wonderful wild spirit.
i tidy up the covers we slept on together peacefully & arrange the stuffed animals.
they look happy that we no longer dominate the bed with our talking and laughter, they watched us enviously from the floor the night before.
i wipe down the counters lightly, coated with dust, & vaccum the floor. i assume my mother would be surprised at the sight of me after i proclaimed "i will never fall in love!" as a 10 yr old.
i go downstairs and wash our dishes from the dinner the night before, remembering how each cookware served us, & how goofily we waltzed in the kitchen ballroom.
the day is bright and sunny, even if it isn't.
as i take out the trash on my way out, i commute to my house
where she'll be for the rest of the week.
May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 5:20 AM UTC
Three of my gorgeous friends stood outside the restaurant
where I sat eating dinner with the poet
and made faces at me through the window.
They were wearing red, turquoise,
and pale green silk,
and with their ripe smiles,
they looked like goddesses behaving goofily.
Not what well-mannered women in their 40's do,
but they did it anyway,
and I laughed and he laughed.
He raised his fork to them and laughed.
I wanted to talk about "Moon-Skin,"
and poetry and courage and mortality,
and we did.
We talked about all of it.
We ate steak and drank red wine,
and if I noticed that his hair did not fall over his eyes in the quite the same way it had all day,
or remembered—just briefly—
the feel of his hand on my back as we came through the door,
or listened to the sound of his breathing as we drove back to his hotel,
it does not mean that I hadn't been paying attention
to all of the talk,
especially about mortality.
It just means that some part of me finally woke up
and realized that that the mind and body together make poetry,
and I wanted to apologize to someone
for taking so long to understand this—
that I am allowed to pay attention to all of it,
that this craft will not ask me to leave any of my senses behind,
that it will say, instead, use everything, tell it all,
and my God,
what have you been waiting for?
Yes, tell everything, even how he took the moist, red morsel of meat
from the point of my knife and put it into his mouth,
even this description—so flagrant and entirely lacking in subtlety,
I am allowed to say yes,
yes, it happened exactly that way.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 11:56 AM UTC
Goofily singing me out of my misery
kissing me out of reality and tucking me in between two night clouds
asking the unnamed dragon with the eyes of glass to take care of me
buried kisses on my forehead to **** what's on the other side
**** what's on the other side
the white winged dragon is setting me on fire
reality is ******* me back in
Help me
Sing me out of this for now
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
I attempted
to adequately describe you
yet ended up
pathetically tongue tied
for how does a human
tell another human
through words
how much they adore:
the way their eyes squint,
smile goofily when enthused,
toss their head back and laugh
or sing to their favorite songs
there is no word
to sum up a beautiful
collection of moments
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
I should be sleeping,
With soft sheets under my skin.
But my mind wanders,
To memories I can't let go.
It's exactly three months,
Since you left.
But the wound feel so fresh
Like it was just yesterday.
I browse through my profile,
Jumping from albums to photos.
I realize most of it was you and I.
Hundreds of us together.
Smiling goofily at the camera.
We are so happy that I didnt see this moment coming.
Here I am remembering
What was gone.
Trying to hold something that was just a distant past.
Like pouring salt on my own cuts.
It's 1:45 AM.
I should be dreaming of something,
But I choose to dream of you and I.
A story that already ended.
I missed you.
But it seems my eyes are tired of crying for you.
Maybe its true,
Our heart never stops loving,
But it gets tired of waiting
And gets used to the emptiness inside.
That someone once a plays a big part,
Now an empty hole in my heart.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
i see you smile at me from across the room
our eyes play a friendly game of hide and seek
i go over the pros and cons of a polite introduction
because your grin has made me weak
it seems that in this the good out weighs the bad
so i goofily saunter over and you wink
i am utterly baffled at your face up close
and it was suddenly hard for me to think
it seems so casual to talk to you like im not terrified
and i even laugh a little when you ask me to dance
im still waiting for you to up and leave
because i simply refuse to believe in romance.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
snowflakes are prettier when I’m alone
when i walk with my face up towards the sky
smiling goofily to myself
when i twirl around pretending i’m in a movie that no one is watching
because no one is if no one is there
and i like it that way
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
My poetry
may appear to be
written goofily
but they mean a lot to me
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC