vibrant, miniscule
vibrant, miniscule
vibrant, miniscule
"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception—especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong." - Paul Kemp
as i lie to my therapist,
and admit to myself
that i am lying, about
how much alcohol i consume
per night—i look at
her legs briefly,
clad in a short skirt
that hugs her
hips. she is much
older than me
but you never
could tell by
looking at her.
this i like.
she asks if i want to die,
i don't lie to her this time—
as i'm walking home,
eight blocks, i think
of her legs and
my crotch gets warm.
then i see a homeless
man pushing a
shopping cart holding
seemingly all of his
belongings
my crocth gets
cold.
i think of all the people
this city eats alive
day after day.
i walk by the sushi
restaurant, eyeing all
the plates of the people
sitting outside,
hunger raising
its voice.
i walk by the post office
where everybody
is dead.
i walk past the yoga studio
and eye the young, slim
moms in their tight
pants, and i think,
maybe god made yoga pants
just for my eyes,
or is he just
fucking with me?
suddenly it is 2pm
and i want a beer.
2pm, and all my wants
not yet devoured
by the devil.
when i get to my building
there's a woman
talking furiously into her cell phone,
holding a dog on a leash.
i look into her eyes
and there is nothing
there.
i look at the dog and he seems
to be as annoyed as i am
i think about the vodka
in the pantry.
i think about the reese's
cups in the freezer.
i think about the popcorn
form last night.
suddenly, i'm seven years old
on christmas morning.
suddenly, ornette coleman
walks onto the elevator
and kills the woman's
chit-chatty voice with
his indelible blows
suddenly god's tongue
is my tongue and
i say nothing.
when i get to my door,
i remember the trash needs
to be emptied. i haven't
cleaned up last night's dinner mess.
the only thing in the fridge is
three beers, mayonaise and
a half eaten slice of pizza
i put the key in the lock
and turn it
"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception—especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong." - Paul Kemp
as i lie to my therapist,
and admit to myself
that i am lying, about
how much alcohol i consume
per night—i look at
her legs briefly,
clad in a short skirt
that hugs her
hips. she is much
older than me
but you never
could tell by
looking at her.
this i like.
she asks if i want to die,
i don't lie to her this time—
as i'm walking home,
eight blocks, i think
of her legs and
my crotch gets warm.
then i see a homeless
man pushing a
shopping cart holding
seemingly all of his
belongings
my crocth gets
cold.
i think of all the people
this city eats alive
day after day.
i walk by the sushi
restaurant, eyeing all
the plates of the people
sitting outside,
hunger raising
its voice.
i walk by the post office
where everybody
is dead.
i walk past the yoga studio
and eye the young, slim
moms in their tight
pants, and i think,
maybe god made yoga pants
just for my eyes,
or is he just
fucking with me?
suddenly it is 2pm
and i want a beer.
2pm, and all my wants
not yet devoured
by the devil.
when i get to my building
there's a woman
talking furiously into her cell phone,
holding a dog on a leash.
i look into her eyes
and there is nothing
there.
i look at the dog and he seems
to be as annoyed as i am
i think about the vodka
in the pantry.
i think about the reese's
cups in the freezer.
i think about the popcorn
form last night.
suddenly, i'm seven years old
on christmas morning.
suddenly, ornette coleman
walks onto the elevator
and kills the woman's
chit-chatty voice with
his indelible blows
suddenly god's tongue
is my tongue and
i say nothing.
when i get to my door,
i remember the trash needs
to be emptied. i haven't
cleaned up last night's dinner mess.
the only thing in the fridge is
three beers, mayonaise and
a half eaten slice of pizza
i put the key in the lock
and turn it
"From the sudden invasion of a mind not my own in the world. This I will record. For whom? For m y s e l f, beyond denial and beyond indifference." - Philip Lamantia
Re: vibrant, miniscule
"Just be Happy!" The Dalai Lama
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
Re: vibrant, miniscule
very nice streetscape / mindscape peom.....the stage is set at the therapist's office, and then a walk through the neighborhood rich with imagery....the mind ever analyzing....
well written piece...fragments of ordinary lives....poeticized
well written piece...fragments of ordinary lives....poeticized
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: vibrant, miniscule
thanks for the comments guys, appreciate y'all!
"From the sudden invasion of a mind not my own in the world. This I will record. For whom? For m y s e l f, beyond denial and beyond indifference." - Philip Lamantia
Re: vibrant, miniscule
Wireman, where did you get that Dalai Lama quote?
i would be interested to read where he said that. cheers and thanks for your attention.
i would be interested to read where he said that. cheers and thanks for your attention.
"From the sudden invasion of a mind not my own in the world. This I will record. For whom? For m y s e l f, beyond denial and beyond indifference." - Philip Lamantia
Re: vibrant, miniscule
I believe it was on a Michael Palin BBC series called himalaya.....in the interview he was asked for any advice he could give to the viewers, whereupon he said with a giggle "Just be happy"
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
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Re: vibrant, miniscule
I like your poem a lot. It is a short story in poetry. We get to view the flow of your thoughts as you experience everyday sights. There is inner drama in the poem---it has a tension. I eagerly read this from beginning to end.
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