Sobe 🐈‍⬛

Sunlight filters 

through the curtains

golden through the glass

softly, Sobe paces 

to and fro

hungry, clueless

almost indecipherable 

from her shadow

when lies give way to clarity
you'll see through my disguise
i'll see myself reflected in
your disappointed eyes

16 March 2017

one more page

I’m just
a page
you turned 
            in a book
            you finished 
and left
behind

unspoken

                feelings

                are like

                snowflakes

I hold them on my tongue

until they melt away

November

Something old

Something new

I have no idea 

what to do

Something borrowed

Something blue

I’ve never loved 

someone like you

24 June 2023

143 (a collaboration)

I’ve 

waited all my 

life for you 

for  

someone to love 

— who loves me

I 

wouldn’t change a

single thing

I 

have no regrets 

about us

And
Neither do I 
I love you

golden thread

a glittering
golden thread
ran sideways
through my head

what I'd guessed
now I know
it left a purple
after-glow

hubris

may God forbid
I fall into
the trap of think-
ing every word
I write or say
is somehow art
and worthy to
be set in verse.

Poetry Explained

recognizing poetry
as a subjective
thus ineffective
mode of communication,

the logical mind
rationalizes it's existence
as a sort of
error message:

a literary manifestation
of a glitch in the
operating system of
the human brain.

Void

this is a barren presence

like the surface of Mars

but without the interest

that fosters exploration

rovers do not wander

this featureless expanse

to transmit grainy photos

of the landscape

indeed, this object

is not directly observed—

it's existence implied
by barely perceptible
wobbles in the orbits
of surrounding bodies

I've made an effort

I've made an effort
to render my poetry
less accessible—
I've revised my revisions
and removed the imagery.

The Emperor-of-Poetry

The Emperor-of-Poetry,

vainglorious
        of his dress,

purports to wear
the finest robes
but all I see
        is nakedness.

Dance and Circumstance

She did not choose the music;
she does not want to dance.
She's just going through the motions,
trapped by circumstance.

i ≠ f(u)

I am not

a function

of you

Sent and Received

I did not set out
to cause a commotion.
I wrote down those words
to express my emotions.
No insult was meant,
none should be perceived.
There, message sent.
Was it received?

June 14, 2013

Social Media

Maybe I've never said this right,
though many times I've tried;

You've a thousand souls at your fingertip
but you forget the one by your side.

I know by nature you're social
and, with effort, we can share.

You don't have to ignore your friends
just remember that I’m here.

Have a Nice Day

So you won't read
my thoughts anymore?

I'm surprised you did,
you tend to ignore
the way I feel
and the things I say.

Don't let me keep you.
Have a nice day.

June 14, 2013

Neurotic Insomnia

Tonight, for once, I lay down
with no worries to suppress.
But now, it seems, I miss the
aggravation and the stress.

I can't sleep to save my life,
I just turn and toss.
Could having peace of mind
really be some sort of loss?

Maybe fear, uncertainty,
and even desperate prayer
provided me with comfort
like a care-worn teddy bear.

Perhaps I'm over-thinking this
and I should count some sheep,
or take half of an Ambien
and get myself some sleep!

June 13, 2013 at 12:37 am

The One Rule

Imagine love as a chess match.
I know they're not the same,
but humor me for a moment
as I talk about the game.

Pretend our match is played
between two pieces that we choose,
it's all about the gamesmanship,
we cannot win or lose.

We'll choose our favorite pieces
and we'll place them on the board.
Remember, winning's not the point;
The play is the reward.

I'll move your way and you'll move mine,
the fun is in the dance.
Your limits are your piece's moves
and strategy and chance.

There's only one exception, though,
one piece you cannot be,
because its moves are limitless
and that's not fair to me.

The one rule you must follow,
the thing you must not do,
is choose to be the queen because
I will not play with you.

June 12, 2013

Volcano

I live beneath a volcano.
Today everything is calm.
Tomorrow the mountain could erupt;
That's life, when you live with a time bomb.
I'm acutely aware it's a bad situation.
I don't know what I'm trying to prove,
That I have the courage to stay here regardless
Or that I'm just too stupid to move.

June 11, 2013