"miscounted" poems
Waitressing at work today
a guy came in
**** looking, tough guy
kind of like he never grew up
but he had the cutest
shy smile
when i miscounted his change
and left me a generous tip.
I like stuff like that.
I like people like him.
I hope he liked me too.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
well it was the alternative to gregory isaac’s night nurse... but then the bouncer on the catwalk with flares... skidding up on a rhyme and cooling it with an edge of the appropriately cut fashion... chased it.
innit kamikaze (rap’s shortchange in shaken pears
for martini bond and chanced cockney slang in shakespeare,
all 90’s groove though)
lyric’o gangsters
in the mollusk slush
two’s up freed
with the sly sly s.o.s. sloth
chinning up to the chariots of nero’s double for portrait:
naa na na na na na na na na na na na na naa,
naa na na na na na na na na na na na na naa
(i miscounted... didn't i?) -
where kurt cobian’s yeah yeah yeah used to be
along with r.e.m.’s cowboy astronaut.
come mike jagger with me the liszt skeleton
of b & w’s worth of crescendos tipping lazy waitresses
with a toreador’s worth of breezy napkins folded, flapped and sneezed into -
i’ll be dumping my shadow into splits for extras to boot frying it in
the hiroshima of paparazzi’s blinking.
failures are worth other people’s success when playing the lyre to a burn out of capitals:
anyway, edinburgh is the ultimate cameo in the literary bloodline
begot by paris for the 20th century ultimatum of identity scripted.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Remember that time...
we all were unafraid?
The heart never feared
to continue its compelling crusade
Remember that time...
we all knew the right?
No ideas were left
to cause a futile fight
Remember that time...
we all got along?
The soul could not oppose
with thoughts to sing song
Remember that time...
we all oozed with joy?
Only postilion "woe's"
No Greeks, Walls of thick Troy!
Remember that time...
we all were in good health?
No single state of sick
but forgetting which wealth
Remember that time...
we all adored nostalgia?
It's unfortunate- forgetting
history's true miscounted myalgia
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
She calls it "Soiree for the Somber"; where clowns dance and fools are golden. They speak often with their severed tongues and only on occasion do their hearts beat. I am there. Where she is. And soon our bodies will die of lonely deaths; funerals for coffins. Our minds are where masks go to cry, except there are no tears; only smiles. A museum, where there was once paradise, of drowning arts and melted portraits. Look at these walls and songs of diamond, here we pledge allegiance to the Play. I can feel the air is thickened, thickened with liquor; the atmosphere carries miscounted steps. Listen. Hear it. The noises in the night, the mourning of the sad. Here is where we pledge allegiance
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
False mood enhancing pills and miscounted tills
Cracking windowsills and burning windmills
Long forgotten skills and justified kills
Overflowing landfills and spreading chemical spills
Freezing chills and oil-stained gills
Empty grills and shredded hundred dollar bills
Cheap family wills and expensive thrills
Broken Jacks and shattered Jills
All of these **** still.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
Lying just under syrup-film surface
St Vitus’ dance, pushing against ductile bonds
back-flips and breaststroke.
I, with my rolled up Mirror, swatted
surprised eyes followed the arc and plop!
That lemonade is useless now.
What did it think as it drew its last?
Enjoy the tang? Panic?
Does it realise?
Will it feel the bubbles push past?
It could grab one, **** the air.
I might dip my finger, crush or flick.
Gran and Granddad chatter drowned,
roast lamb, pipe and sunshine.
I twist the glass to get a better view.
The twitch slower, body fizz-jiving
will it sink to the lemonade-bed,
limp and cheerless?
I could stop this, the thought pushed aside by fascination.
Minutes tick past, chimes cut with miscounted accuracy.
I realise the last witness feels sad.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
May I find peace & thwart disaster.
Every time, miscounted.
Love, who knows me as I flicker.
& through black masks I'm shouting.
Already, I've lost you.
We fold time & plant fear.
Hold my grace & think death through.
Dreams burn & still she nears.
Take my souls & face true lust.
Slip Eros sans repartee.
Carnal prayers my angel thrusts.
Midnight's sultry air stirs through me.
In the valley of surrender.
Breathe my carnal savior.
Before soft steel & flesh come tender.
Swim beneath not after.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
Serendipity had be trickling
Down to the bottom of the well.
Rise and fall and rise and fall
Inseparable like Heaven and Hell.
The peaks and valleys,
Miscounted tallies,
And words that seem to spell
"L O V E S disguise"
My lack of words is the loudest I yell.
Speak to trees that see through me
With eyes so blank, yet full;
I run my fingers through my hair,
The wind pushes and pulls.
A rainy day down at Block Bay
Feels nice, despite the cold.
I am one with the lake and mountains;
I am infinitely old.
The industrial wharf is bobbing
Up and down again;
Rise and fall and rise and fall,
The All and Every in it's zen.
The peaks and valleys,
Miscounted tallies,
And words that seem to spell
"L O V E S disguise"
Everywhere is where I dwell.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 4:21 AM UTC
I thought you changed for the better
You were nice and sweet
Our days together were filled with laughter
I really did choose you over her
Since I just wanted someone to call a friend
For a while it felt like I was betraying one of my best friends
I gave you a chance
I hate how much you neglected my love
For I enjoyed our time together
Then you met a guy and he takes all of your time
We don't talk often but you texted me today
In a ferrous rage saying how could I betray her
I don't know what I did
She's telling me I spilled the beans
The thing is I never had the beans
She must of miscounted her beans and blamed me for some information that leaked
So you are just too childish for me
Apparently I can only have one friend and not two for you two have too much history
Now I pick her over you sorry but you are a nut job
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
Let’s get the ball rolling:
Fractions and decimals form a hill;
A rock as big as a house appears at the top
And starts turning at subtraction.
Quicker now, here comes
Derivatives
And
Long division.
What have I done to provoke this improbable pursuer?
Miscounted decimal places,
Carried the wrong number,
Or did I just forget to underline my answer?
Questions dance in the background of operations,
The star of this ill-provoked tantrum.
Though it never catches me before I wake,
The rock stays with me until the next act:
Pieces of it stuck to my shirt
Like the Devil’s Velcro golf *****
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
I don’t see you yet.
It’s Getting Late.
Where’s your white horse?
Your tender speed?
Cupid, I think
I need to find your bow.
You miscounted;
Only shot one arrow.
Cupid, where are you now
Why don’t you come?
Fix this mess you made.
But it’s okay, I’ll just wait
A little longer
While this street light
Will maybe shine a little stronger.
For now
I’ll just wait
And the cold feels good.
Wish you were here.
I know I should
Stop wishing on stars
But it’s hard
To look at something
So bright
And not burn your eyes
And know that I
Can’t feel that warmth
Unless I wait
A little longer.
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
should one be listening? it is common courtesy, after all,
yet minds designed to wander, do so, through the glass
door where the waitress hoovers, reveals her scottish descent
whilst delivering our coffee and the single biscuit each. miscounted .
one left over. no one takes it. it feels like being in a hotel, she thought.
it is old. the floor slopes nicely, warm . the chairs supportive
while the sore throat slides gradually in….
sbm.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC