"refreeze" poems
who's afraid of
someone who downed 140cl of whiskey
going blind blah duck blah
qua qua quack for each and
every dwarf like ***** wonka tasting cyanide
saying: it's syrian blue cheese, or else middle
eastern schnapps! refreeze! refreeze the snowman!
we got a bucket-load of adverts in nappies
for charity companies; every parishioner on the ready...
gluttony regurgitated go! blow inserted into the
word blah, akin to bloat but with blah the cursor.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
What is the crisis
a quarter of the way
through life?
Existentially existing in the moment,
I'm constantly inside of myself
while also out.
Conundrum of being up while
I'm also down,
freedom within a blockade.
Oxymoronic hodgepodge of
tantalizing confusion,
tastes sweet on my brain
and thoughts ponder bitter on
my tongue.
Half and whole,
part and full,
questions answered with questions,
seeing things through in simultaneous
interrogatories.
Top here, bottom there,
rights are right,
and lefts aren't wrong.
Phone, texts and emails,
vibrating inside my skull
as I laugh and I cry,
as I seek to find.
Orange to yellow to green to brown,
seasons coming and going
inside my soul,
and I constantly blossom
and refreeze.
Everywhere feels like nowhere,
nowhere my somewhere as
I await a somewhere that's
everywhere.
Losing myself as I find it too,
letting some parts sail away
at sea,
and too there comes new
horizons,
as I surf, skating on the
foam, on the water's edges.
Wading into one crisis,
I'm swallowed by a
wave,
until I burst through the sea and the
salt;
and then the next wave
comes...
for life, it seems,
is salty and sweet,
one tide coming in to sweep itself away
in place of another.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
1
i watch the ice
melt from the roof,
in slow drips, the one
chasing the other down,
slipping to the pool of
water, edging out onto
the driveway, where, tonight,
i expect it will refreeze
2
and,
i wonder,
if i have given you something
and you have given me something
a gift neither expected
nor intended
will the sun shine any warmer?
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 6:30 AM UTC
Snow clouds are angel pillows,
Angels throw about the sky.
When snow clouds hit the angels,
The air snowflakes beautify.
If the fight should continue,
To go on throughout the night,
People may wake up to see,
An awesome sight of delight.
If it snows throughout the night,
Will fighting pillows run out?
To make the fight continue
Will angels for snow clouds scout?
The weather is now warmer,
Close to thirty three degrees.
As snowflakes make their way down,
Will they thaw but then refreeze?
Will the wind twirl the snowflakes,
Until there are snow drifts high?
Will the snow drifts start to melt,
Should the angels start to cry?
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC