"tbd" poems
Built on a foundation of wormwood
Cause Absinthe makes the heart grow ... Blonder
Oops, having one of those moments
But isn't that sexist, Redler?
Yea, if you believe in duality
And I'm Dogmatica to an end
My end is Anisotropica
I got there through Riparia
And the Bidirectional Reflectance Distribution Function
BRDF for short
Basically, seeing all sides independent of illumination source
And, of course, interdependent of POV
Okely Dokely
Peas out
And care rotz
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
A boy, sketching
His friends, fellow neighbours, skinny dipping
This is not the first time,
but what is indeed new are the imprints
of streams, droplets;
yelps, giggles;
the force of a tumbling body,
or limbs on limbs,
shivers and waves in his very young heart.
He finds his nib forming strange contours,
fingers tracing the imprints as much as his
eyes could picture,
only to tear the paper, later,
ripping out a flat, grimacing tangle of lines,
his friend, grotesque on canvas.
Night beckons;
his sketch, made anew, alive as
he lay within burgeoning wants
that he never wished
before
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 10:29 PM UTC
How many times will a poet
write
about writing
poetry?
TBD.
applause
"You must be very proud of yourself."
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
It was over for me when we woke up –
like an archipelago separated our bodies, intertwined in sheets
of your lies, I no longer recognized you.
On our first date, you snuck me onto a roof and made me feel alive (/again/) –
as if I were breathing in your beauty with every step we took under the stars’ eyes,
you were new.
And you walked a tightrope too scared to reach for my hand – emotionally handicapped –
nervous smiles danced in our irises as goodbye left our lips,
I was falling.
But I think you tripped.
Even as confessions slipped out of your mouth as fast as (/gin, fireball, whiskey/) alcohol went in,
I held you as you sleep talked.
I’m not supposed to know.
When I said yes to you, I said no to him, and you said yes to her.
My name is not “Elaine.”
Now the hairs on your arm touch my chest from islands away, so I don’t feel
you say, “There aren’t enough benefits” for you.
I already know.
The last three nights unintentionally together and
I’m more of a burden than a good time –
Because once the words “I’m okay with you hooking up with other guys,” entered the air
my feelings for you swam the other direction, but my body couldn’t yet commit.
My eyes stayed present last night just long enough to see you,
but failed us the moment they watched you leave the room.
Three am on a Wednesday and your genitals are searching for an apology?
I’d already met dawn enough for this week.
The words, “I went to play video games till 5 because you fell asleep,”
dropped from your lips like a 12-year-old boy learning what puberty is.
I apologize.
Immaturity emanates from your sense of entitlement
as if you have some title to my body because you’ve had it before.
I do not owe you.
And what graces your lips makes me wonder if I ever knew you. Or him.
Or if either even existed.
It’s hard to believe such polar opposites of the same person could be anything beyond fragmented figments of a hopeless romantic’s mind.
But I’ve always thought dreams could translate to nightmares if the right words were said.
I guess you found those words.
Because I’m ready to wake up
and even sooner forget.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
The tears in my eyes
Blur the street lights
As I realize you and I
Were just a drive by
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC