Thursday, February 21, 2013

Unbelievability

Unbelievability,
Sesquipedalian,
Triskaidekaphilia,
Antidisestablishmentarianism–
Why do we have words like them?
I've always assumed it's because
Anything you can't say in one word
Doesn't count.
Otherwise,
Why would someone try
To reduce "poetry" to one word?

More Than Fair, Pt. 2

You make me run when you won't move,
Interrupt me, but demand I listen to you.
You stay at home, but then you lash
At me when I'm not chasing cash.
You gawk, then tell me not to stare,
But as a muse, you're more than fair.

Illogical

My behavior around you
If not yet ill-fated,
Has been ill-conceived,
Most times illogical,
Perhaps inexplicable,
Try as you may have.
You've called it love;
You've called it madness;
I've disagreed that there's a difference.

A Dog and a Poet

I never understood “artists” who are always on the grind
For more of what store clerks and pizza boys find.
I'm as commercial as a slight breeze, and almost as driven.
I'm a dog and a poet. That's the mind I've been given.
I don't spend effort chasing “that story,” “that rhyme.”
I'm just looking to flavor (or waste) lots of time.

Vandalized

I move through a book on my imagination's feet,
Which is why reading keeps my mind fit.
Every book is a playground, too, so reading keeps me young.
It takes me back to my own playground days,
and sometimes, to the first time I saw one vandalized.
The first time I ever came across a bad apple in a good batch,
A book all wrong in a genre I thought was alright.
It was like someone had torn down the monkey bars and the slide.
Now, when I dive into a book, I make sure to bring some cement.

Miniature

I live in a world of quantum challenges,
and academic responsibilities,
Of infinitesimal risks
and artificial consequences,
awash in insignificant glances.

Heck, I live my whole life in miniature.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Unsolved

Too young to know better and too old to resist,
We were just close enough to be kept apart,
So we each changed, in habit and form,
If nothing else, to repulse the other.
Neither one of us would turn blue,
If we could hold it more than five minutes.