"lerch" poems
In the seat with the split window,
black cold metal blocked the road ahead,
the sliver of window from the seat infront of me
clouded and beaded with cold rain.
I'm only aware of what's passing me now --
what I've already passed.
None of it feels real, though.
The trees and roadside ditches seem to jump
like an old film
like thousands of pictures flashing in sequence.
The rain streaks making the scene flow not quite right.
A few seats behind me painted nails trace an empty smile
on the condensation.
Thousamds of raindrops rolled behind
two blank eyes and one hollow smile.
Yet,
the image never beaded and melted away,
even as she started to cry.
I watched the wind pet small waves
onto window puddles,
and flinched as pothole vibrations cut it apart.
As we lerch forward --
perhaps for a red light --
the puddle would run to an unseen place,
a place I could not see yet.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Have you ever pretended a guy was interesting?
Have you slow danced and let him sniff you up close?
It gives you somewhere to go, if you decide to.
Or given a little kiss—nothing slutty in that.
You know, a 'person' isn’t a good kisser - it takes two.
I’m not talking about me, of course.
There’s a two-way interrogation going on
complete with our own internal narratives
—we reenact it’s rituals in the strangest places
Like quiet libraries or the lerch and spin of a dance club
we process by analogy and approximation and it works
until it doesn’t, like cold water poured into a glass.
Then we settle back into the dull rhythms of study
I’m not talking about me, of course.
.
.
Songs for this:
This Girl's In Love (Live At HMH) by Trijntje Oosterhuis
The Men of Your Dreams by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 9:00 PM UTC
Peace and love to you
Your a stain on existance
Yeah, me too
Im optimistic
But realistic
People ****
Like the baby from the simpsons
Food clothes and shelter
Life is simple
But remember now the world is full of sinners
Ok Lerch man we get it
Can ya rap bout something else now
Ok, thank the lord that im ok
I hope the Gov't dont come thru
With aK's
Ww1 ww2 they say history repeats
They say alotta things
Ima stop listening to what they say
If they come for me then im going
Out like Jesus
Lord willin
But ill prolly feel the urge to fight back and scream obscenities
Lord bless me
To be a good and faithful servant
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
I am not Lerch.
There is no Lerch.
I AM in Lerch's body.
I AM living Lerch's life.
I just am what I AM
SO ARE YOU!
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC