"upsidedown" poems
We sat at the table, waiting for our number to be called.
Their pepperoni pizza, was our most favorite one of all.
Our number is announced, George is carrying the pizza back.
When close, he decides to act, as though he trips in his tracks.
In slow motion, that pizza, slid so smoothly out of the pan.
George's eyes got big as saucers, he saw the folly of his plan.
There I was in my new outfit, that cost half of my paycheck.
With pizza, upside down on my lap and sauce splashed on my neck.
Amazingly calm, George scooped the pizza up in his hands.
Melted cheese, stretching and stringing, from my pants in gooey strands.
He stood there patting and pressing the pizza back into shape.
That poor pizza looked just like a badly, bulldozered landscape.
It lay there sort of twisted, pepperoni all to one side.
Crust pieces stinking out of it, like a saucy red mudslide.
Then he sat down across from me, silently as if waiting.
I must have looked like a blonde fish, sitting there, just gapping.
Then a chuckle escaped my lips, as his eyes raised to meet mine.
He looked just like a little boy, who just got caught in a crime.
I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out for making such a fuss.
'Cause, next thing you know, the whole place is laughing along with us.
We couldn't stop, there was no way we'd been able.
Not while upsidedown-lap pizza, stared at us from the table
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 7:04 PM UTC
the sky sinks its blue teeth
into the mountains.
Rising on pure will
(the lurch & lift-off,
the sudden swing
into wide, white snow),
I encourage the cable.
Past the wind
& crossed tips of my skis
& the mauve shadows of pines
& the spoor of bears
& deer,
I speak to my fear,
rising, riding,
finding myself
the only thing
between snow & sky,
the link
that holds it all together.
Halfway up the wire,
we stop,
slide back a little
(a whirr of pulleys).
Astronauts circle above us today
in the television blue of space.
But the thin withers of alps
are waiting to take us too,
& this might be the moon!
We move!
Friends, this is a toy
merely for reaching mountains
merely
for skiing down.
& now we're dangling
like charms on the same bracelet
or upsidedown tightrope people
(a colossal circus!)
or absurd winged walkers,
angels in animal fur,
with mittened hands waving
& fear turning
& the mountain
like a fisherman,
reeling us all in.
So we land
on the windy peak,
touch skis to snow,
are married to our purple shadows,
& ski back down
to the unimaginable valley
leaving no footprints.
4k
There was an old world
that turned on it's head,
and turned out it’s pockets
and shook out the dead,
and shook off the living
and all of their stuff
til' all there was left
it considered enough,
and all there was left
was a world upsidedown,
and wind and whatever
had roots in the ground,
and fish with a warning
to stay where they be,
down under the waves
of the shookabout sea.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
I always did want to start at the end and work backwards.
Imagine being somewhere and not knowing how or why.
The suspense and mystery would be wonderful.
Would be, it would, altogether better than having the entire world before you.
Wondering where to go.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC
That simple smile,
the way your eyes shine.
Has me going crazy,
however are you mine?
The distance between us,
gets harder with the days.
But, honey, let me tell you,
it scares me to feel this way.
Every time this happens,
I get crushed again.
My fault, his fault,
doesn't matter who's sin.
But it always seems to happen,
that things roll down hill.
And I'm left weeping,
sitting on a window sill.
Once you've been cut,
it gets harder to get into it again.
To let someone like you,
become more than a friend.
But this all comes with trust,
and the love I find in you.
Something so pure,
something so true.
This happiness I feel,
whenever you're around.
When you send me a message,
to flip my frown upsidedown.
That feeling I get,
when you finally come around.
You pick me up and kiss my lips,
I'm a hundred feet off the ground.
I'm walking on air with you,
and falling deeper each day.
But, honey, it scares me,
to feel this way.
I'm walking with caution,
but trusting more as the days go by.
That you'll wash away my tears,
and never make me cry.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 12:52 PM UTC
at theend
of the day
theking goes
back in the
samebox
as thepawn.
Right next to the guns, poppers and wedding rings. Right next to the forgotten kings words written in pages bent but unread, revealed and sent like bullets found a gun bed. Stories woven and unwoven through the magic of attachment.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
There once was a world
that stood on it's head
and wriggled and jiggled
and shook out the dead
and shook off the living
and all of their stuff
'til nothing was left
in it's pockets but fluff,
'til nothing was left
but a world upsidedown
that shakes in the wind
as it's spinning around
like a ragged old lady
with thin and threadbare
clothing she's no
longer willing to share..
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
lecture hall 2.0 complete me upsidedown
and i will fall like ***** toilet-paper thrown
and missed the bowl. in the esoteric words of
Kant, '*I had therefore to remove knowledge,
in order to make room for belief.*' he under
-stood there is nothing objective and to pretend
there is, one must live in the shadow of God and
call it "science." buncha ******* reductionists
pretending they're nuffin but chemical reactions.
buncha religious freaks pretending they ain't religious.
science, science, science..
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
Thanks for being here for me.
Thanks for being a friend.
Thanks for being a reason my life did not end.
Thanks for dealing with me when no one else would.
Thanks for encouraging me and telling me I could.
Thanks for not kicking me when I was down.
Thanks for never failing to turn my frown upsidedown.
Thanks for caring.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for doing all that you do.
But most of all,
thanks for being you.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
put on
your sun mask
otherwise people
will stare and
break out the pity
don't worry
if your mask is cheap
no one will call
that bluff because
no one really wants
to know.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
There once was a man
with the gravest of frowns,
hung like a ham
by the folk of his town
who wanted to see
if his sad mouth might be
any happier turned upsidedown ..
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
I am a tin can.
The most average tin can
Your eyes did ever see.
But leave me in the sun
and, baby, I'll glow
You better believe
I'll be 1E10K
Burning
Some more about me,
Because honey,
You should know:
I'm curvy
Easily grippable
Touchable
Gropeable
The perfect size
For your hands
To wander in so tight
To find..
I'm not tin,
I'm soup.
And baby,
I spill easily
If you hold me upsidedown
Like that.
I dent easily
When you press me
Like that.
And baby,
I grow cold
When you forget
I'm soup
And I need a heat source
To taste right.
No one likes cold soup.
But when I'm hot
I'm sure if I asked
You would eat me all day.
Mmm baby,
Its so bittersweet
That a can could love the sun.
Your dawn
Captivated me
Intrigued me
As much more welcoming
Than the microwave.
And honey,
When you lay your head
Just above the horizon,
Illuminating every white flower
With your breathtaking red-orange haze
You are the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen
And I am the luckiest can
In the whole **** world
And I try to pinch myself
But I don't have arms.
I wish I did.
Because the way
You, so quickly,
Drop below the horizon
Vanish from my sight
Leave me warm for a moment
Until the cold seeps in
Makes me wonder
If maybe I'd be better off
With the stability of
A microwave.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
I've cut open my eyes
And to my surprise,
I found an old carousel projector
With millions of upsidedown pictures inside.
The machine starts to whir,
And my life flashes by,
Every memory frame by frame,
On these convenient little slides
Every laugh, and every smile
Every absence of joy,
Those slides seem to last longer on this carousel of poise.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
shaking your hand like it's the first time I'm meeting you
and every piece of me feels like cement, frozen and heavy.
my arms find their way around your shaking frame, if you were a wind storm
then maybe you could fly away,
but you just look at me from the corner of your eye,
thinking so loud
you're afraid
I might catch
what you mean
what do you mean?
the silence
you stress
between your fingers makes me want to open my mouth
and sing.
already I can feel you
coming in and out
in and out
and out and out and out
and in
and out of my mind
my imagination.
gaining a loss, the loss is a gain
because of what you use to fill the empty space that remains
we're destroying our brains
no no no no no no
we're expanding Out out out more and more and more
more give me
less than you give yourself
you deserve
more than flowers deserve crowns
and kings deserve flowers.
I want
to make
you
smile.
i cry about you sometimes but im never gonna tell you.
i don't try and hide the tears: no one notices.
try and be a little more polite, look at yourself and let the beauty you reflect absorb, rather than bounce off.
get off get up get on get in get OFF get UP get ON get IN
gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme your heart
lemme lemme lemme lemme give you mine
she thought you were desperate
but she was too needy, and she left you greedy
but the wounds that are bleeding teach us how to feel.
You drop on one knee in front of him, hoping that he'll
put his hand on the other one to tell you: everything's going to be okay.
she felt so much but it's all lost.
I'm an upsidedown cross
trying to forgive you.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 4:32 AM UTC
He was amazing at being a friend,
Would stick by you till the end,
Never let you down,
Could turn your frown upsidedown,
He always had an open hand,
He was the best guy in the land,
Had a nack for bein great,
But his parents sealed his fate,
He had an amazing girl,
She was the best for him in the world,
His parents didnt respect her at all,
And so that was the relationships fall,
So his mother snapped,
And she attacked,
But his girl was done with their ****
She was so over it,
She wanted to be friends instead,
And to his parents are we all dead.
She bought his sister a 30 dollar cross,
And now they snap and the relationship is lost?
**** his parents i have a suggestion,
Here is my one and only quetion:
Do we care what they think at all?
Or shall we all like them fall?
Should we ignore them? Yes we should,
Lets go back to being what we were: a brotherhood,
Her furry is being the conduit for it,
His parents think they are doing all the right ****
We can see the hurt in his eyes,
But at least we know he has his pride,
If she would get with him, it would settle down,
Go to one cook out, and be there i his town,
Be in his territory, but dont explode,
I think they should kindly invite her to his abode,
This is crap, and no matter how hard, forgive and forget,
So lets all be friends, and forget all of it.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
pluck out my heart and leave it on the road
I forgot what it was to feel again.
I scribble directions to healing
only i cant read my own writing
tip me upsidedown and tear me inside out
Ive left it all on the pages for your insight.
**** me softly
**** me violently
Ive died a thousand deaths
none more painful
than the first verse
and the hole torn from the fabric of my universe
still I try to feel something
anything except numb.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
I walk alleys and avenues of broken roads.
Black tops eroded from years of punishing
Rainfall, passerbys and time.
After a hard rain, shallow mirrors open up,
Revealing an unyielding world on its head.
It seems, as I walk amidst the distinguished,
Cracks, chips and pebbles that this moment,
Both real and a memory is everlasting.
Overcast, both dismal and hopeful, I read
Between the skylines of the upsidedown.
I breath in this parallel, I write it all down,
A collection of neverhaves.
A creation that is mine for the making, or
For the taking, should I wish.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
I want someone to analyze me.
Learn my binary oppositions,
my repetitions,
my anomalies.
Find the strands that connect,
Paraphrase me. X3.
Dissect every phrase.
Learn me.
Feel me between your fingers.
Fold me.
Backwardsandforwards,
Insideandout upsidedown.
Memorize me.
Don't forget me.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
I measured the steps
From the back screen door,
Past the rock water well
And the garden plot,
Down the gravel drive.
The crush of stones beneath
Were the sounds of anticipation.
At the end,
The road stretched and ribboned,
Grey, beneath the harvest sun.
I numbered the fence posts
Up to the tree with embedded wire,
Demarcating the next acre.
The telephone poles like guards
With cats-of-nine tails,
Red-winged blackbirds and wrens
Hanging on trapezes, upsidedown,
With rigamortis clutches.
The few cattle stood cooling in the pond,
The chickens pecked the farmyard dung.
Each day my steps imperceptibly decreased,
Speeding up the monotony of my walk.
I missed the sheep shaped clouds,
But saw them move
Across verdant dales,
Following the stream,
Like lambs.
Today, I look out my kitchen window
To see where my son,
My disheartened, lonely boy,
Counts the steps to Brigden Sideroad,
Feeling the gravel
Hard beneath his feet.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
wait......
whats that i hear
the voice of god....
in total..dipair
the only one that really cares
he's angry with me
and evryone
for destroying the land and the sea
all that he has created for us...
we turned it upsidedown
and have made it a mess
we slaughter his creatures and polute his waters
we make clouds of smog
and damage his alters
and all the beauty he has given us..
is it yet to late...can we turn back the clock
can we slow him ..to hand out our fate
for destroying a land
that he made so great
he is angry
...the ones who damaged are you and i
we need to repair...fix ascertain
make things right and lay no blame
we can do proper
make again...a place to prospur
we crossed the line
we instilled the hate....
things we don't like...we do anyway
yes hes angry
but so forgiving
if we do right
we can continue on living
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
I wanted to write a poem of you
But couldn't find the words.
I'm so distressed, too depressed
And now my stomach hurts.
I could not tell you how I feel
Even if I tried.
I turn around and life's upsidedown;
I really want to cry.
Too many things I want to say
But I always stop myself.
So I won't get deep, there is no need.
We'll only keep jokes off the shelf.
I wanted to write a poem of you
But couldn't find the words.
So here it goes, I suppose:
You are my favorite nerd.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
iturnedmyhead
upsidedown
andfor
asecond
iforgot
whereiwas
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
amusement park rides are safe
the sheer force keeps you from falling out
roller coasters tilting you side to side
not quite upsidedown
but almost
I'm trying hard on a playground swing
to go over the top
but just keep falling back to earth
******* gravity
in between the trip and the crash
is the fall
That's when I think of you
when my hands are outreached
My feet are skidding
I'm trying not to eat ****
but there's no guarantee
because clumsy people fall a lot
Maybe I haven't landed in love
but I sure am falling
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC