"reebok" poems
Rake-thin Humble hoes subsistence soil
Planting green-topped onion bulbs,
Camino divides the field forcing Humble's Husband
To till distantly, he works slower, and is of bulbous girth,
A red Reebok shirt adorns his back whilst she
Wears the hand-me-downs her grandmother had worn.
Their house is built of stone like bone,
Ground-sewn and dug fresh centuries before,
No siestas punctuate their endeavors.
Passing pilgrims groan under weight of sack -
Whilst Humble counts the years before her bones
Are interned in preparation to shelter future generations.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
She told me
"I'd disappear for a while if I could trust my self to come back to all of this"
She won't come back to this
She's too big for this
She's too big for this
Or I'm too small for her
Or the horse she rode in on died
And now she's riding off on an elephant
I don't know
Not all surprises are surprises
Sometimes we just act surprised
So that the other person doesn't feel bad about us knowing ahead of time
I've never really been in a fight
So I don't know what hurts worse a sucker punch
Or a punch you see coming
Either way this hurts
A lot less like a punch
And a lot more like getting branded at a bonfire in a cornfield by your best friend with a paper clip
It burns
Then bleeds
Then welts
Then itches
For along *** time it itches
Then when it's done itching
It's there
Forever
And every time someone sees it for the first time you have to tell that story
Of how you you got your *** burnt with a paper clip by your best friend in a cornfield at a bonfire
Or about getting sucker punched
Or surprised
Or about being too small for her
Sometimes you grieve before their gone
You write your love letters and goodbye notes at the same time
And you've seen her go so many times in your mind
That by the times she actually does ride off on an elephant
It's like you're watching reruns
And just crying out of habit
But sometimes you want to feel like size doesn't matter
That whether she's too big for this
Or I'm too small for that
That somehow it just fits
That's when you grieve
Before they're gone
When they're going
And after they've left
And you spend your nights wondering who the good guy was
But no one wears black cowboy hats or white cowboy hats in relationships
So you never get to know who the good guy was
I want to think it was her
I'm starting to believe it was me
And that hurts
To think I was so wrong for so long
You see size tends to matter
When you're reaching for the stars
One of you is going to reach them
Swing of Orion's Belt and grab the moon
And while they're staring back at earth
You'll still be here
Pumping your Reebok's
Trying to get just enough air in your shoes
To be just big enough
To jump just high enough
That they're just won't forget you
While they're off doing things
That you are just too small to do
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 3:59 AM UTC
It's getting to be posh
all these new folk
with their dosh.
buying up the property
leaving nowt
for you and me.
It's not the same
not as it was
because,
our street's got
a brand new name.
'Petunia close'
sounds like a dose of something bad,
awful sad,
that it's getting to be a bit posh round here,
next year,
I won't recognise
the pie and mash shop
the garage pit stop
it will all be gucci,reebok
smoochy bars,
fast and frantic tarty cars.
I'm moving out to Birmingham
at least up there they still
eat spam,
I may move further North to Carlisle
they'll not change
not for a long while.
Anyway
I made a fortune
holding on
not selling too soon.
(The problem is,
not the solution
or gentrifying
or more pollution
it's the weeding out
and in their place
making space for
evolution)
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
Way to the lane
Sam stood under a tree
waiting for Jane
says to himself, "I love thee."
Sunshine furnished the day
it was half past eleven
Sam frenzied and gay
for he will get to tryst Jane.
Past the lane was a park
where lovers hummed songs of love
along with the tune of larks
beneath the heaven above.
Sam walked to and fro
eyeing on the lovers kiss
dreamt of kissing Jane's eyebrow
something he never wanted to miss.
Minutes passed into hours
and Sam worried presently
for Jane's arrival undiscovered
he calls her hurriedly.
Jane's mobile rings aloud
awaiting Sam for the response
some questions maked Sam doubt
he stormed towards her home at once.
On the way his phone rings
immediately picking it up
he says, "Jane!!", curiously
the voice of an unknown cop.
Asking, "Is this Mr. Sam?"
"Yes, it's Sam," he replies
Cop says, "I found your number with this Ma'am,
Middle of the road she died."
Sam stunned and shocked
with a shaky voice he asks, "Where are you calling from?"
Cop replied, "Before highway, near shop Reebok"
and Sam destined for the zone.
Reaching there he finds her carcass
while returning with gifts
sweet Jane crashed with a bus
while she was running swift.
Shattered Sam stood still
his mind freezed and tears dried
woven dreams at once killed
dark clouds defeated light.
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 3:44 AM UTC
If the sky was the ocean I would dive into the horizon, only to be known as an underwater pilot
See this is how I think of it this is how it rises, it bubbles to the top only to crumble in the climate
I'm a rebel in this human race, you're a pebble to a Titan.
My flow stays negative zero, see on the periodic table I'm element hero.
My element of surprise is like the federal bureaus, I always keep it sweet not short like churros
My thoughts are very crunchy like Pickles or pretzels
I shoot from my booth like two scud missiles, when I'm in class I just call dismissal
I never go for the gold only for the diamonds
I shine like the crooked eyes of the dead pirates
I might just adjust to the norm only to fight the righteous...this is a real flight I get hype off my own excitement..hype man hype it.
I feel old school reebok jumpsuit and some white kicks...every time I think of words I think priceless
My stylish words are furious..see they will get you high off their dopeness..don't sleep just enter psychosis..it's a new stage of awake, it keeps you focused...let's laugh...I'm joking...instead of reading this you should be choking
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC