poems.
every time i see this icon, i think it says "nude skelpy". and it makes me cringe.
anywhoo... poems.
"necklace"
the knot around my neck
won't come undone.
i can hear voices and laughter
downstairs
and i waant to hurry down,
but haste only turns necklace knots to noose knots.
my clumsy fingers work slowly
in repetition-worn patterns:
jiggle left, slide down,
working it apart with my fingernails.
downsatiars
the laughter coninues and fades
i ca hear the television now
and the sounds of my father cooking
and mother chiding, comfortable
normal sounds.
the knot is coming loose now:
the cool black ribbon slides through my fingers
and falls to the table
adding its small click
to the household noise.
"sirius the dog star"
a human ball of hyper
is lying with his head in my lap
puntuatinng his run-on sentances with little squirms
driving his ear into my thigh.
we are a still life:
dog in armchair.
in the pre-dawn darkness
his hair sreads matte black
across my itchy fingertips
calling my to run them through it
like a dog,
like a lover
but an armchair is never so forthright.
thus sirius the dog star squirms in the heavens
and shines on long into the coming day.
"portaits"
1- mle steele
"i'm a book person"
she said non-chalantly,
practically eating
the time worn volume.
2- becky
as i hugged her
i buried my fface in her hair
and realized it smelled
like kim-chee
"i use it as shampoo"
she jokes.
3- laura-lor
shoes are for inside.
outside she kicks them off
and twirls in the grass,
hippie skirts billowing like
a mad kaliedescope.
anywhoo... poems.
"necklace"
the knot around my neck
won't come undone.
i can hear voices and laughter
downstairs
and i waant to hurry down,
but haste only turns necklace knots to noose knots.
my clumsy fingers work slowly
in repetition-worn patterns:
jiggle left, slide down,
working it apart with my fingernails.
downsatiars
the laughter coninues and fades
i ca hear the television now
and the sounds of my father cooking
and mother chiding, comfortable
normal sounds.
the knot is coming loose now:
the cool black ribbon slides through my fingers
and falls to the table
adding its small click
to the household noise.
"sirius the dog star"
a human ball of hyper
is lying with his head in my lap
puntuatinng his run-on sentances with little squirms
driving his ear into my thigh.
we are a still life:
dog in armchair.
in the pre-dawn darkness
his hair sreads matte black
across my itchy fingertips
calling my to run them through it
like a dog,
like a lover
but an armchair is never so forthright.
thus sirius the dog star squirms in the heavens
and shines on long into the coming day.
"portaits"
1- mle steele
"i'm a book person"
she said non-chalantly,
practically eating
the time worn volume.
2- becky
as i hugged her
i buried my fface in her hair
and realized it smelled
like kim-chee
"i use it as shampoo"
she jokes.
3- laura-lor
shoes are for inside.
outside she kicks them off
and twirls in the grass,
hippie skirts billowing like
a mad kaliedescope.