always so laughing
always so
pretty
four-thousand
miles away, your
city.
While lighter
flights brought
brighter travel,
S.V. in summer braves
the romantic bombs of America.
They insist color
and sound signal
success. Once a
year, perhaps this
is accurate.
A third or
fifth day later, a
month not named
for Caesars, S.V.
watches fireworks alone.
Quietness
of their explosion
dilutes,
the impact felt long after
brightness.
terrible brightness.
has not rendered
her sightless.
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Monday, January 25, 2010
Poem for Sanja.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Kim. A Poem.
To a woman enviable: an enumerated critical recapture and corresponding poetic defense. My gift to you, curious pantheist. The present. How sad even here I cannot conquer self-obsession. How very right you are. How very right indeed.
***
Accusations:
1. overrated beauty
2. rude cultural savant
3. pretty bitch
"You are just as beautiful and smart as you think you are. You just grossly overestimate how much we all care."
*****
KIM. A Poem.
If a woman offered me a trade - existence -
I'd trade existence, deliver her assumed
convictions. To a doorstep doomed threshold-
less, nobody opens, therefore nobody
could claim the present. Past lives - you've
had several, I understand - dissolved with
a solution of time and taste. Yet nothing
solved unwritten words - unwritten words
remain unerased.
Woman, I'd bask in the fuzz of your stable
love. Men they leave me, yours stay freely.
My disposition's dark where yours is cheery.
My beauty chokes without depression, my
IQ strands me from convention. As a novelty
I'll be dismissed, whereas you forever
enjoy the gift of...not having people abandon
you when enigmas are lifted.
To reveal what? A baseless woman without
so much as anything to do but
make up lies and
present them true.
You win, Kim. You won.
I'd trade with you.
but you'd shun the
chance to be me. Rather
see me exposed, sans
fancy clothes and pretentious
prose. Deceptive simple
rhyme scheme, a dream I
had was reduced to
no dream.
***
Accusations:
1. overrated beauty
2. rude cultural savant
3. pretty bitch
"You are just as beautiful and smart as you think you are. You just grossly overestimate how much we all care."
*****
KIM. A Poem.
If a woman offered me a trade - existence -
I'd trade existence, deliver her assumed
convictions. To a doorstep doomed threshold-
less, nobody opens, therefore nobody
could claim the present. Past lives - you've
had several, I understand - dissolved with
a solution of time and taste. Yet nothing
solved unwritten words - unwritten words
remain unerased.
Woman, I'd bask in the fuzz of your stable
love. Men they leave me, yours stay freely.
My disposition's dark where yours is cheery.
My beauty chokes without depression, my
IQ strands me from convention. As a novelty
I'll be dismissed, whereas you forever
enjoy the gift of...not having people abandon
you when enigmas are lifted.
To reveal what? A baseless woman without
so much as anything to do but
make up lies and
present them true.
You win, Kim. You won.
I'd trade with you.
but you'd shun the
chance to be me. Rather
see me exposed, sans
fancy clothes and pretentious
prose. Deceptive simple
rhyme scheme, a dream I
had was reduced to
no dream.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
non-poem 5
To all who read this:
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