Friday, July 26, 2019
and found a "random poem generator"
that wasn't random at all, but a series of pages
filled with empty fields for me to fill in...
suggest a noun.
the website suggests something like "sea" or "book"
because that's what all poems are actually about.
they're never about loose pamphlets the wind blew onto the floor
that were then trampled over by some unaware, sandal-wearing
dad with two pairs of prescription glasses hanging
from his $60 v-neck t-shirt with a tiny hole in the chest
from where the cat used him as a parkour platform
to better catch a month after he'd only had the shirt
give a hint.
so that the robots can better identify your noun
when looking it up online. because the robots
also don't know anything really, it's all stored away
and like us they have to retrieve it from somewhere
just like we do with our phones while we're sat
around a summer camp fire trying to remember
the name of the women who played the villain
in the latest power rangers movie.
i got board and decided to write my own poem instead.
how could none of us remember Elizabeth Banks?
American. National. Treasure.
Elizabeth. "That is Mahogany!" Banks.
Thursday, July 25, 2019
understanding the pain
not because i have felt it
in my life, so charmed,
but i have felt it come
through your words
the shards swallowed
the callouses formed
around your sensitive parts
and i wonder if the words you wrote
really did heal you, even just a little bit
because i feel fuller, healed
and strong from your words
i want to give some back to you
to create a dramatic
woman healing woman
Monday, July 08, 2019
who do i cry to
about how heavy
it feels inside this spell
who hasn't heard it before,
the moaning of uncertain
how not hearing from you
can make me dread
the vacation I'm taking
that up until two days before
i was excited for... because
i don't want to leave you