lazy intro / 1.
what comes now
an idea falling off a tree
into the grass which grows
green a place for me to lie
on tired days
when i am silent and thinking
2.
if i was given 9 lives
i would spend the first 8
trying to get 9 more
3.
if earth gave birth
i wonder how many humans
would ditch mother
to live in baby
4.
i saw you sleeping inside a mirror
with hair draped over your face
a curtain in front of your eyes
the wind took my gaze and tucked it in
under the sky and in the reflection of an ocean
you saw i was blind and trying
to find my way to you
your lungs are coughing up blood
into the esophagus
and up into your throat
and onto your tongue
the blood arrives
and you spit your death at me
6.
i hope you are around
when i have nothing left
but hunger pains
and gunshot wounds
deserted in the trenches
i just want to see my friend
one last time
7.
the clock tells me to hurry
in my anxiety i sink
drowning in trite ghosts
falling from the sky
8.
this smooth ink
enters the page quietly
like a drop in the ocean
like a bird flying through a cloud
like a baby blinking
like a writer thinking
alone
9.
copycat growing grey
in old age sitting in a tree
mimicking the cuckoo birds
ready to die and ready
to grow wings
10.
pressure
squeeze the light
out of the sky
my sun is so big
it has so much life
i will never know the night
11.
i am thirsty
says the ocean
to the sky who flies
into tall mountains
which sprout into
clouds that burn the air
out of the world
12.
hey man in the grey jacket
you are eating an apple
and i am eating an apple too
we can be pals now, right
let's go on a walk in the park
and eat our apples together
13.
nothing comes as easily
as a bad poem
written in a few seconds
with sleep falling on the mind
14.
the softest face
in a dream never before
have i seen an angel
serene perfection
i do not want to forget
i looked down shyly
and when i looked up again
she was looking down
and she was in heaven
frantic end / 15.
john you are the coolest
can i be cool like you john
please can i be cool like john
can we do stuff together some time?
okay thanks john don't smack me
on the head with your guitar
i have enough brain damage
ya maybe just maybe ya john
don't hit me on the head with your guitar
I like number 4 and number 6 best:). Number 14 is also quite beautiful:). You are so much better at modern poetry than I will ever be:), I fear I am destined to write in ancient modes with my over-large vocabulary, serenading hip-hop junkies with Alliterative Anglo-Saxon metres:).
ReplyDeletethaaaaaaaaaaaanks bethany
Deleteyou know hopefully poetry class will force me to become one who takes more time than just 2 minutes to write a poem so i can get some depth and meaning behind my poems too... instead of just this... spontaneous overflow.