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-D Nov 2012
for months, I’ve wondered
about the whatifs and the howlongmustIwaits—
so tired, so frustrated, so impatient was I—
but on this evening, as the snow begins to fall,
I hear you cry and I realize

that it is not always about the questions we ask amongst our discontent,
but rather,
the answers we gather as we comfort one another:

we wrap warm woolen blankets around each other’s shoulders and
               we listen for the tea kettle whisper and
                        we hold hands
                     [just holding hands]
                     and wait for the right time for the other to speak.

because sometimes, getting what we thought we’d wanted for years
[so many tears, so many tears]
pales in comparison to helping someone else we cherish get through just one day.

so rather than asking the
whenwillyourealize or the
howcouldyounotnotice and the
whenwillyouwakeupandsee—
let us instead ask the
whatdoyouneeds, the
howcanIhelps, and offer the
{Iloveyou,nowwhat?}s

when you cry on the line—
the one we listen to, and the one we’ve both walked upon
(but never crossed)—
know that, yes, I’ve loved you for some time,
but I’m making the decision to be what it is you need
(whistle, whistle, whistle)
rather than begging silently for what I would like.

so sit down on that old porch swing, and stay awhile,
and wait for me to grab the hot water off the stove.
mithridate-- noun; an antidote against poison, especially a confection formerly held to be an antidote to all poisons.
j f Jun 2013
I
slow and
rosy fingertips
apologized
to a final strip of pavement
as they brushed the
remaining crumbs of
sunlight into a different sky &

I sat on the porch
for 17 minutes,
recording the halos of thinly suspended
rain, bright and ringed,
dissolving behind each car
until you came outside
to drive me back home

II

"I'm a nomad"8
he exhaled, smoke rising
from the hand not occupied
by the steering wheel.

she looked at him,
and then away.
she did not
watch his eyes.

"I'll come to you."


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&"...The rotational period and seasonal cycle [of the planet NowWhat] are likewise similar to those of earth, as is the tilt that produces the seasons..."

8"Peripatetic nomads, who offer the skills of a craft or trade to those with whom they travel, are most common in industrialized nations."
Michael John Sep 19
i
i


the dreaded white!
cold as gold
bold as betrayal
miserable ..!

expectant and silent
nowwhat..?
some miserable diatribe
on unrequited love?

how much better is
pea-*******..
the cat poe
who knows..?

ii

the life of the poet
(take off the t)
if a women lies naked
at your feet..

if the rain and wind
break your heart
if a song is only part-
a wart..

the witch and her
proboscis-the mosh pit,
o try to forget!
the way she´d hold her

pint..glance back at the dew
on the spider´s web
o the way.. the way..
the way young lover´s do..

iii

if i played a tune
perhaps i might sleep
but i am musical as
an incontinent sheep-

the way she sung in
the bath..identity, is the crisis
can´t you see-
little things like sledgehammers..

iv

she turns a page-
wolfe like a memory
or dream
paris and monmarte

generosity..
fun all the rage..
hey,what are we
that´s what i want to know..

— The End —