"spaghettios" poems
" A THOUGHT WITHIN A THOUGHT WITHIN A THOUGHT"
I remembered the other day while staring out of a car window
looking west
that i couldn't see up close.
I guess its like a thing i have
eye doctors say is either near sighted or far sighted.
anyway
I thought it could be quite the metaphor
like how i kinda cant see what i have till its gone
or maybe
it connects with art an perspective
like its really all where you stand
or position yourself
I mean, how can you really think you get a thing
or painting if you will
and feel confident enough to slap a label on it
predefining everything it is or could be
until you see it from all angles.
*Then when i took that thought and made it abstract
I found myself in new angles
that i didnt even know existed
often enough
to know that
in myself i lack to say
I get.
*I think the beauty is in the undefinable,
unbelievable
maybe let it be
unknown.
Dazzled in catching yourself
in sudden observation
the kind where you're not sure how long you could have been zoned out
suddenly realizing whats in front of you.
*out a window facing west
a view
my view
narrows in tunnel vision
on the rearview mirror
reminding me of what i cant see
objects in mirror are closer than they appear
and i got to thinkin
if I were to have labeled that rearview mirror
or any maybe all rearview mirrors including metaphorical ones
It woulda probably went along the lines of something
**step outside yourself and meet at a coffee shop
I wish you luck**
_ _ for the more cynical sailor mouthed_ _
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
written April 20, 2015
"Despiteful
Disdainful
Disrespectful
Distressed
Those that can't comprehend, are those being repressed
Those who only believe what they see and don't perceive that they're deemed to fall into those dreams and realities of those who they call leaders
But we're all cowards
Falling into each others words like lovers falling for each other
Sisters, mothers, and brothers
We're all one
But one does not mean together
When you're a follower
You see,
Our thoughts are twined together as children being fed Spaghettios that spell out the words we are forced fed to believe in
c o r r u p t i o n
Yummy
Yet what are we really entitled to in this life?
A ****** good career, college education, a wife?
What's been said is done and what's been branded into our minds as a life worth living
Is no where close to a life we're living
An office job, long hours, rarely sleeping at night
A beautiful woman by your side, yet no time for the night
Three caring children you adore, yet abhor their ability to block you out
Care free living is all they want
Yet your rules and ridicules are getting in the way of the way they want to be
Care free living is what they see
No curfew and "no tv"
It's obscene
So feed the children plain Cheerios and have them know their opinions are brought up in life
And everything you say is neither wrong nor right
And that the world is not this wonderful place it's brought out to be
Because freedom isn't quite as free as it may seem"
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
I built a time machine
Out of barbie shoes
Plastic legs and heads
No-junk Ken
Mr. Teddy bear
Baby
Blue quilt
That doesn't even reach to my shins anymore
Spilled finger paints
On the bathroom floorr
Primary colors
Forming little swirls
A refrigerator box makes up the body
And there's tinfoil
For the roof
I've stocked my miracle machine
Full of PBJ's
Spaghettios
My childhood comfort foods
I fired it up
Admired the purring
Whirring
Wheels in motion
Turning
I thought 1999 was when I felt alive
Was when I thrived
When all the toys could talk
And all the dogs
Boys still had cooties
I didn't want to kiss them all
It took a refrigerator box
An overgrown backyard
To break a smile
Break a sweat
I was betting on the past
To match my memories
Take a breath.
Press the button.
Go back.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
i don't want to know your name
nor do i care who the **** you are, what makes you you
and i don't want to know that you can't eat spaghettios anymore because they made you throw up one time a couple years ago;
i'm not curious about your little secrets
and i certainly dont give a **** about your family tree
and i'll gently hold your face in my hands one more time tonight,
but you shouldn't expect to pick apart my brain after the lights turn on and the music stops playing
( i watched my sanity drop like a disco ball onto your cement floor into ten million little pieces while the cats licked them off the ground and i just sat there and watched, i couldn't even move. )
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
It was spaghettios
When they were good
It wasn't the hood
But broke country with Tom Pettios
Kickin' it like depression
Domestic abuse in a
High rise
No money for bills
Daddy's gonna rob a bank
Make it alright
Two parents, one fight
Only one makes it alive
Courts decide
Oatmeal, daily
There's no surprise
Except fifth birthday
Last time Daddy sings
Now I'll get married
But I don't want
No diamond ring
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
I begged the spirits to send me a sign.
(I never could decide much on my own.)
I longed to be free of chutes and ladders.
( I am a delinquent.)
To love someone is the point of no return.
(Unrequited is the word I think.)
And I knew when they spelled out your name in spaghettios that-
( Life had done me in good.)
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
I am from the falls of new hope
the buffer zone
from 15 minutes any direction
I am from the backroads
from the meeting of two hills
And cities, several others
I am from nowhere, yet I am close to everything
I am from the riverwalk, where the red wolves wander
From bare feet and wet clothes
From an acre, from a forest
I am from the chaos and unconditional welcoming
From mint chocolate chip ice cream and spaghettios
from doors that don’t lock
Large pots, lots of cars
and six of everything
I am from home, not a place but a feeling
I’m from the honeysuckle
I’m from coffee and tea
I am from separation and celebration
“each end is a new beginning”
I’m from the falls of new hope
The one with the cherry tree
the magnolia mailbox out front
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC