been a long while.
i can't remember the last time i really wrote a poem. like, sat down with the itch in my head and banged (bung?) it out until it felt right, versus a pattern or a formula i was trying to fill. but i was itching to day like crazy and i wrote this and i don't think it's quite what it used to be but it felt good anyway so you can read it. or not.
it's raining, by the way. gross.
The thing is that I play
solitaire too much or some form
thereof and you’d think I’d have
gotten good at it by
now but it’s quite a situation actually
where I get so far ahead of
my mind and where the cards are that
I forget where I am in
the game and end up putting the five of
hearts in the complete wrong
place and isn’t that awful
a game lost from train of thought
speeding not derailing.
It’s not quite a quite a situation
because who cares
about the game someone else plays
you’ll never understand
it anyway from
across the room
but it’s a situation because
its so many situations and I’ve gotten
so far ahead of myself
I forget where I am
right now. In a chair. Not in a game.
And I know you think I’m
nonsense but the thing is
you don’t make much either
you know, and I may be a bit
off sometimes but I sure do try you have to give me that.
Isn’t that an awful thing
to say? A horrible idiom.
No one owes anyone anything
least of all to the
extent where you HAVE to use
HAVE.
I know you don’t like me very much
not enough anyway
oh not enough at all
to justify loving me and I know
it’s such a difficult thing
to explain to yourself where you are
it’s better to jump ahead and jump
off a cliff somewhere far in the future
and just run off a bridge today.
Maybe I make too much
sense and that makes me less
unique and hey we all want something
or someone to call our own
and how can we possess anything if
it’s too commonplace?
I know I’m very common
but isn’t it a shame love?
That we jump off the five of hearts
so far ahead of ourselves or at least I do
and I’m trying so hard to stand still
I’m trying so hard to stand still
I’m trying love I’m trying
but I don’t HAVE to and if I choose nonsense
over no sense then that’s that
and you can follow me if you
want or you can keep trying to like me
I know I’d like you to like me. Oh
isn’t it a shame.
it's raining, by the way. gross.
The thing is that I play
solitaire too much or some form
thereof and you’d think I’d have
gotten good at it by
now but it’s quite a situation actually
where I get so far ahead of
my mind and where the cards are that
I forget where I am in
the game and end up putting the five of
hearts in the complete wrong
place and isn’t that awful
a game lost from train of thought
speeding not derailing.
It’s not quite a quite a situation
because who cares
about the game someone else plays
you’ll never understand
it anyway from
across the room
but it’s a situation because
its so many situations and I’ve gotten
so far ahead of myself
I forget where I am
right now. In a chair. Not in a game.
And I know you think I’m
nonsense but the thing is
you don’t make much either
you know, and I may be a bit
off sometimes but I sure do try you have to give me that.
Isn’t that an awful thing
to say? A horrible idiom.
No one owes anyone anything
least of all to the
extent where you HAVE to use
HAVE.
I know you don’t like me very much
not enough anyway
oh not enough at all
to justify loving me and I know
it’s such a difficult thing
to explain to yourself where you are
it’s better to jump ahead and jump
off a cliff somewhere far in the future
and just run off a bridge today.
Maybe I make too much
sense and that makes me less
unique and hey we all want something
or someone to call our own
and how can we possess anything if
it’s too commonplace?
I know I’m very common
but isn’t it a shame love?
That we jump off the five of hearts
so far ahead of ourselves or at least I do
and I’m trying so hard to stand still
I’m trying so hard to stand still
I’m trying love I’m trying
but I don’t HAVE to and if I choose nonsense
over no sense then that’s that
and you can follow me if you
want or you can keep trying to like me
I know I’d like you to like me. Oh
isn’t it a shame.