My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

6.16.2006

riptide

the honeymooners
got away with it
made off with the safe
broke open the laugh track
even if it wasn't ever funny

cycles can't rinse us clean
karma can't track us all down
santa's list can't play catch up fast enough
to list all of the sinners
to list all of gods children

in those moments
when all else around seemed
silent
when the tide was away
the chimes would crash
tooth to flesh
gnash

it
was in their home
  the surfacing tension
  the bad decisions
  the egging on
for moons passing on by
sloshing
back and forth
across
the carpet
the oceans
now
  a cigarette
  a fag
  a loose canon
  a single phone call
out in the open
like beach glass
polished
by grit
by gravel

got caught
back turned
unaware
cause it only happens
  in the movies
  in tv episodes
  to others

not anymore

we all grow up
towards ideals
  winds
  parents
  towels
  fists
out side the vacuum
our experience
  twists inside
  knocks down
  crumples spirit

there is no excuse
there is no predication
there is nothing but
shame
slurs
regrets
fear

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

gO goes on ! Go Bro! not sure what to make of this here. I'm at work cant concentrate except to procrastinate. Above and beyond the here and now. We'll be ranchin for 4th of July so that's on my mind, I can't seem to stay here. But your words are a real tangle, they speak but who am I 2 know what they say? my eyes cant focus on poetry I can only see electrons not the shapes they form in conglomerates. Much love,J

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