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Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week: Pain and Stretching by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 04 June 2015

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Pain and Stretching by T.W. Snicket

As the back goes so does the brain
but
If you could deal with pain
with no precautions
well then what
pull your eyeball out and look at it with the other
decide you do not need those toes

Pain makes us
Pain is sometimes a simple walk
other times a broken heart
Pain is missing a girl who
Maybe does not exist any more
Pain is thinking that is true
Truth is pain can be a hard pill
Truth is pain can mean a trip to your Old Doc
Or Shrink
Sometimes it can be the same affliction.

Maybe stretching  is the key.
I am hearing that.

We do all technically stretch. During this life we’ve grown up and down.
From nothing to life to work.

Fuck that word. Work
Sorry. I got off my train of thought.

Stretching
Ya that is it
Stretching is living
Stretching is life

And it is a beautiful and sometimes
hard to deal with situation

But maybe
and just maybe
We need to stretch ourselves again

Our imaginations, our dreams, our goals, our PHILOSOPHY

Epicurus
Satre
Plato
Dylan
Thompson, Hunter S.
Bukowski
Marx

These men had ideas on how to live.  Not how to live in the world
that you just so happen to be in.  But your own

Living in your own world.
Deliberation must be had
And after said deliberation
Conclusions

Maybe those Conclusions have to do with your current, past, or unknowable future

Maybe I did not deliberate enough tonight
and just maybe

Just Maybe
It is a Johnnie Walker Black Night.

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week: A Boat by Richard Brautigan

No Comments 11 February 2015

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A Boat By Richard Brautigan
O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
Electric
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark
water.

Poetry

Wednesday Poem – Humble Pie a la Mode

No Comments 05 February 2015

Life’s short and hard

Like a body building elf

Marriage, it’s the last thing you have

Until you have nothing

Turn the lights off

Because it will help turn me on

Eat like a god

Drink like a fish

Shhhh, this will only take a minute

Shades of Gray

Wednesday Poem of the Week

No Comments 29 October 2014

Please of Desperation

Every now and then we do get desperate

Desperation seems a precursor to unheralded confusion

Is confusion just misguided thinking

A deep breath and logic are tools

Not always used but always available

I stretch before I run

I also tie my shoes before I stretch

Sometimes I don’t wear shoes

Reins

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week – Age of Wonder by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 20 August 2014

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Age of Wonder by T.W. Snicket

Granite counter tops
Stainless Steel appliances throughout the house
Central Air
Three Fireplaces
Hardwood Floors everywhere except the kitchen
A cleaning lady who comes twice a week
Her name is Jen and I think she was an accountant at one point
Great with numbers
Must have cracked and just loves the smell of Pine-Sol

Sensors everywhere in this place
My toilet now knows when I have entered the room
more or less saying hello
have a seat
what can I do for you
Here is some water to freshen up your ass
No need for paper I dry as well

The Refrigerator has a British voice
that tells me to shut it
Nice and proper

Almost everything in here is controlled by my phone
I could go on and on

The new Age of Wonder right

Sitting here looking at it all

Thinking, Fuck

Am I really just going to jerk off again?

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week: The City is Empty by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 13 August 2014

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The City is Empty

And it is glorious

Two weeks in August every year

Yuppies to their Cape houses

Families to their campsites

And it is glorious

I have never seen

the salad bar

have this much

Thousand Island dressing

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week: the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls By E. E. Cummings

No Comments 11 June 2014

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the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls By E. E. Cummings

the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds
(also, with the church’s protestant blessings
daughters,unscented shapeless spirited)
they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead,
are invariably interested in so many things—
at the present writing one still finds
delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?
perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy
scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D
…. the Cambridge ladies do not care, above
Cambridge if sometimes in its box of
sky lavender and cornerless, the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week – Dilemmas in the face of my brain

No Comments 04 June 2014

Dilemmas in the face of my brain

A chair makes a noise and you assume it’s a squeak

Not until we explore the depth of the noise can you find true relief

Is it a creek or a crik or a squawk not a squeak?

Get down on a knee and look underneath

I can see the noise as it takes hold of your teeth

Take a deep breath, plug your nose and close your eyes

There is a magic spray that will free you from these noisy chains

As you move around freely (with a grin) I try to explain

To get up and move for it will be a short while

Before the spray dries and you can truly smile

I walk away and you sit down

Now you’ve got shit on your pants

And want to know what I’ll do

Well, I’ll need to explore with scissors and glue

I fill your earholes with Elmer’s and cut off your legs

Now we both breathe that sigh of relief

As you wipe off your hands

I wipe off my feet

A tip of the hat for my job well done

As you wave me away to the setting sun

Shades of Gray

Wednesday Poem of the Week – Documentary This

No Comments 28 May 2014

I take a piece of your shoulder
Give you a piece of my heart
Never thought after nearly 2 years
We’d have grown this far apart
Took a drink of your artful deception
While you took those shots in the dark
My flash drive of memories always seems to rest 
on that day we spent in the park
I told you what it would be like to be a walrus
You showed me what it was like to be a swan
I meander in and out of raw emotion
Your wry smile hints at knowing which side your bread is buttered on
Some will say the sun is setting
I try to think it will rise
Either way bright colors fill the sky

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Wednesday Poem of the Week: In The Event Of My Demise by Tupac Shakur

No Comments 19 February 2014

 

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In The Event Of My Demise by Tupac Shakur

In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle
or A Belief that I had Lived 4
I will die Before My Time
Because I feel the shadow’s Depth
so much I wanted 2 accomplish
before I reached my Death

I have come 2 grips with the possibility
and wiped the last tear from My eyes
I Loved All who were Positive
In the event of my Demise

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