"sublet" poems
(sub)reality:
sublet your mind, invite communication (pat)RIOTS in your low-ceiling hallways -
angry, screaming voices on a Saturday night & it's not even 11:30 yet..
I've chosen to live in anti-ignorance for any sound heard directly below
my new picture window (which my past self is envious of, by the way..)
this place: w/ hate & love all in the same day
& sometimes even in the same moment
toward ourselves, our loved ones, our children
it seems like it's always somebody else's fault
for our own targeted (mis)fortunes..
I'm not a void
& I'm not avoiding the words
but it's such a strange feeling..
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 9:48 AM UTC
God took a vacation
when time had run out
Rethinking his opus
replanning devout
His Angels in limbo
the devil on leave
Heaven a sublet
sin now reprieved
Faith worn and tattered
the bible debunked
Crusades a bad memory
the Grail marked as junk
He orders a cocktail
the waitress comes back
A napkin — her number
salvation highjacked
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 8:28 PM UTC
If you knew how I ached
you'd be here with half baked ideas
and old whiskered remedies
that's why I keep these things that I feel
a secret
not sublet
or promoted on sites to be gloated and sneered at.
Secrets inside of me where part of me died to be
the man that I could never set free.
So I'm good and I'm well
don't ask
I won't tell
you anything other than that.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
I was fine enough on my own
and then I met you
who animated my heart of stone
then turned it blue
wondering what I'll do
when this thing is through.
I'd swim through tides of the apocalypse
just to reach your apocryphal hips
but my cacophonous wit
tells me I should probably quit
because you're better than I
so I fear you'll sever our tie
then I'll pull a lever and die.
I try not to think
I try not to sink
I try not to blink
after the Kool-Aid I drink
casts an enchantment
of life enhancement
I couldn't have planned it
so I just say **** it
flying to another planet
with an atmosphere uncertain
I can't see past this dumb curtain
made by time
my maybe mind
makes me whine
that it's not fair
that your soft hair
has me locked there
waiting for the final judgment
wishing for your sublet
guessing I'll be upset
at another lonely sunset.
Please don't mind me
I've just been alone a long time
seeing the signing
that for a home there's a long line
and I don't have a ticket
to get the biscuit
I jest I missed it
because I blessed a misfit
which stole my youth
and made me uncouth
I couldn't regroup
and then I saw you.
I feel loneliness so strongly
I search for a sense of belonging
but might be doing so wrongly
when I think that anyone on me
will provide an awning
for the fear spawning
over existential odd me
who thinks servile fawning
will leave people wanting.
I wish I could pull a ripcord
to ignore
the dim floor
implored
by inner discord
but I just described you
a conundrum it's true
you create room
for thunder and gloom
then sunder it too.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
I can not I can not
let loose this slender thread of beads
memories on a string of prayers
a few Hail Mary's thrown in
at the end of a long game
I can not forget this torn
this ripped shredded posture
lying like a shattered mirror on the linoleum
Curled like a fetus on the floor
I can not
I can not see
Prometheus replayed
Green lights and muted beeps
Electronic hourglasses
Scissors wait to cut the beads
No forgiveness,
the gods have sublet Olympus
I can not
Though autumn starts a new season
and leaves drift on the empty bleachers;
The rains bring new green weeds,
rank and inviting in the wet field
but I can not.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
to finally touch a woman was no simple thing.
It was in some way, like
a newborn
crying out;
pleading/begging
for
the gory
familiarity of the womb;
yet, curious about
the doom
that awaits:
the heartache,
the toothache:
the sudden rush of blood that meets
the cheeks when a moment of
terror creeps up.
Touching her, in the sublet-
paying triple for my own space,
I faced her.
In the California King:
sheets made of nerves and
soft humming;
I opened my mouth,
my hair spilled about.
neighbors unaware of the
sudden quake of demolition.
My body in a construction
site, rebuilt, cemented,
and collected as an
entirely new property.
The room carrying me
Like a child, eyes opened
To what I had been missing.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
Hold fast my Heart, spare not the quick words and hard trues,
For beating within my breast is not a fragile instrument,
Rather an empty book, whose lonely pages crave ink.
Be still my Breath, waste not your time on empty words and hollow phrases,
Find instead that sublet gasp, the slight intake that precludes the wondrous
Moment that steals you away.
Find calm dear Thoughts. Though much about the world can be thought,
Think only of those worth thought. The Sunsets of life, the wonders of morning.
Dwell on angels placed in our paths, not the demons that haunt our pasts.
Stand strong stalwart Spirit! You keep the time-honoured values alive.
With gentle hand you greet the world, with firm stance you steady our feet,
Keeping us ever vigilant, ever curious, ever loving.
Be proud, good Soul. Never give way to the forces of darkness,
Never give way to the words of fools.
Cherish the rays of light that break through lifes' dark canopy.
Always remember, always forgive, and greatest of all, love.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
You broke my heart
We broke the bed
One support at a time
But it all came crashing down eventually.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Happy Sad.
It’s not a great feat to conjure happy writing or happy experiences
Mostly everyone is completely able bodied to do so.
Writing dark just gathers attention and is so much easier to write due to relativity.
When something feels good. It blends in with mundanity. When something hurts. It stands out.
Attention seeking is ****** Vacuous is one who engages in such activities.
Therefore I will write a happy poem...
I’m about to eat a steak.
In a cabin that was built in the 20s.
It had the first flushing toilet in sublet county.
I climbed today, nothing difficult. But it was very enjoyable above Fremont lake.
Now, sitting here on this ancient deck. In utter silence besides the Birds. I don’t feel accomplished. I feel comfortable. I can’t and don’t have anything to prove.
It’s only been an adventure. Starting out with rolling my friends Jeep. And then not telling his father. But rolling it back over with a sketchy high lift jack setup as a winch.
I can’t really see any point in holding onto grudges. But honestly I know they’ll come back as soon as I get back to civilization. That disgusts me about myself. I enjoy the bliss of being without malice, however I do not avoid it beholding me again even after self reflection.
How pitiful.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
I always said I hate people that do it,
But I become one of those people,
I'm sorry,
I really am,
I didn't mean to keep you like that,
I put you on the back burner,
And what for?
So I could feed my ego when needed,
So I could feel completed,
But I want you to know it wasn't right the way you were treated,
Though it didnt go unnoticed,
It's actually why I wrote this,
The ****** up part is,
It shouldnt have been like this,
I kind of liked you,
Wait,
Or was it just because you were brand new,
****
I've got to admit,
I'm not good at this apologising ****
Sorry, my bad,
If it makes you feel better,
Settles your worries,
It's all really to do with my insecurities,
Oldest line in the book I know,
But I'm continuing to grow,
We all are,
On a constant journey to death,
Trying to saviour every last breath,
Taking what we can,
Without any real plan,
Just kind of following the guidelines set out for us,
Only a few get to be really free in this life,
School, job, wife,
Nah, that's not what I've ever wanted,
I want more, I need more,
I feel like this is what I'm here for,
To share my troubles with the world and let them open their hearts to my somewhat misguided thoughts,
Maybe they'll go against what they've been taught,
And connect,
Sublet,
Theres the real reason,
I just want people to maybe understand the bigger issues at hand,
So if I can,
I'm going to give you a brief tour of my mind,
Feel free to pick up anything you may find,
Just dont come in eyes shut,
Blind.
I went a little off track,
Let's quickly rewind back,
Hey Sarah,
I really am sorry,
But if you're here now,
And still questioning,
Maybe carry on listening,
You'll find all the answers you need,
I wish you all the best and hope you succeed.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC