Poetry

This page is going to be for my random poems… which no one usually reads. Dates are included at the end of the poems. New poems will be added at the top and will be referenced on the home page.

 

College Graduate

 

What I learned in four years:

Words are inaccurately defined in Dictionaries.

In particular, forever does not mean

Endlessly, without cessation, or

The original, grade school derivation: For.ever.

For, ever is ‘until time ends’ or you end-

The latter seeming more likely –

And to do something for ever should last

For that implied duration – yet

The deceptive blend actually equates to

‘until I change my mind, decide it’s not

worth the effort’. The word became a

Faux ami, objective turned subjective –

Orthographic misdemeanor now causing felonies.

 

However, the black ink clings to some integrity.

Forever and Always remain synonyms – equally violable,

No longer reserved for truths.

 No –they’ve been semantically demoted,

A lexical court martial.

Prime material for exaggerations,

“I will love you always and forever”-

Said with an veiled, averted glance-

Then, regretted, reneged, retracted.

Yes, I have learned that forever is a

Short amount of time.

May 2008

 

Sans Un Titre

Your eyes were like Paris in December:

Frigid, froid, sans a promise for Spring;

Dead branches disguised with evergreen

Garlands, adorned with scarlet ribbon,

A treacherous Seine, rippled, choppy:

Streets flanked by abandoned café

Tables, all void of china;

Fountains stagnant – iced blue.

Winter 2008

 

Sentence Completion

 

Here is a blank space:

It separates I

     from

You; Prevents the two from

Touching; Becoming a transitive

Pairing. Neither you

      nor

I are able or ready to fill this

Gap. Yet, the hole remains,

Taking up space on my

            Page.

 July 2007

 

Ambrosia, Amnesia

 

Out, Out, Damn- wait. There is no spot, no

Red Letter demotion, scarring of perfection,

Denoting, exposing an infidelity.

Palm appears as yesterday’s porcelain,

No bloody hand – only dirty feet,

Caked, crusted with realizations,

A spinning head; Both correctable.

One to be cleaned, the other, washed.

Neither succeed in forcing me off of

Pont d’Alexander. The Seine: only clean

In Besson’s postcard daydreams,

In Blanche et Noire.

 

Steadily, Content, I stand, slowly discovering

Events I chose, fulfilling an empty memory,

This blank canvas. A memento-ed experience.

The chalk-dusted rabbit was lost in

A field of Champagne grass,

Blades scraping my throat, engulfing

My comprehension, replacing all with fizz.

Tiny Bubbles came, conquered, were victorious;

Or so I decided while waiting in

Cue to purchase another bottle of

Selective Remembrance.

July 2007

 

Color Blindness

 

My eyes burn for the sight of yours

Here – it is much too Brown.

Even the Blue sky, the city of

Lights appear dark as a mud

After the rain has torn apart

The dirt, uprooted foundations.

Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo -

 

All tinted, my vision, tainted -

Unable to scrub, cry out golden

Flecks – I will stay in this haze,

Color blind coma, Leave the royals,

navies, babies, robin’s eggs, all

Undistinguished; until you remix

My paint – I stare at an empty canvas

July 2007

 

Sober

 

Whiskey breath, warm yet sweet

And intoxicated, sudden Hunger

Motivated you to reheat those

Left-over, cold mashed potatoes.

Your hands held the porcelain bowl

Carefully, protectively, as if It

 

Contained a precious, rare treasure.

Grasping the bruised handle, your fingers

Lifted the metal spoon, heaped,

Overflowing with the buttery starch.

Blue to Brown, the steel slipped

Into my longing mouth, met my tongue.

 

Confidently, your lips muttered those words.

Hours Later, you would assure me it

Had been your Hands, your Fingers

your Lips, not You. you promised

Me this was only, solely, nothing

More than mashed potatoes and

Inebriated Love.

Spring 2007