April 24, 2008
Dear Joan Didion
Dear Joan Didion,
For though you are small
your look is fierce,
as blunt as your haircut,
the bare facts
to which you are
amanuensis.
Your stories write
your stories.
Pieces falling,
with rigid ease
you let them.
You will point
to the places.
They will land.
April 23, 2008
Since they stopped exclaiming
Since they stopped exclaiming
Panic at the Disco seem happier,
“panic” more ironic now
than eccentric punctuation had ever been.
Which reminds me of how
everything got better
when I turned twenty three
and stopped speaking in italics.
I would have been depressed too
if I’d worn that much eyeliner.
April 22, 2008
Lucky Me
(Written by a guest poet today. I think it’s brilliant, but perhaps I’m biased…)
Kaleidescopic
Explosions of Love
Reside within me when I am
(a)Round
You
April 18, 2008
Born that way
Have you ever know such a flare
for trousers? That girl could put out
bright lights with her eyeteeth.
But then some people are just born that way.
They come out sucking on spoons.
April 16, 2008
Things that happen
Things that happen creep
with silent feet, urging
time with its machine parts.
Forward lurches, forward spins.
April 15, 2008
Crossward, downword
a cop-out,
could it be? but it
requires double the effort
owing to verticalness and horizontality.
surely, you can see
the beauty in the form, or
is it destined, just– perpetual
crap?
April 14, 2008
Insouciant teabag: a missyllabic haiku
Insouciant teabag,
its string slung over the rim of the cup,
awaits the kettle’s boiling
April 11, 2008
Everybody's Birthday
It might as well be everybody’s birthday
today, passing people clutching
balloon strings in their fists. The air is ripe
for a a stampede of pogo-sticks.
April 10, 2008
I cannot
I cannot write a poem tonight,
it pains me now to say.
One could not have had a less inspiring
day than I’ve had today.
I could sit here and wrack my brain
and further ache my shoulders.
But I hope you don’t mind if ditch this for
a snack of yogurt and granola.
