I'm starting to look into submitting some poetry to literary magazines.  When I do, I will take the corresponding poems down, because most literary magazines won't allow the poem to be put up anywhere else, even my own livejournal.  Just a heads up.

Discipline

Tonight
I must watch my feet
carefully;
I will lift them high enough
to not stumble.

Permanent Post

I dawned my headphones.
The passing cars refused to
fit in to the beat of the music.

An entourage of those annoying square boxes of cars passed.
I imagined only those annoying square men drive them.

The unmusical frequency changes
of the Doppler effect ( Read more... )

1.  MGMT- Oracular Spectacular

2.  The Raconteurs- Counselors of the Lonley

3.  Tango Alpha Tango- Rebel Sons of Cowboys

4.  Flobots- Fight With Tools

5.  The Heavy- Great Vengeance and Furious Fire

Abandon Tradition

the Abandon Tradition movement of the sixties has not been
marginalized
but cast off,
written away,
put into the perspective
history always provides.

and through hindsight I see a generation caught in
Extended Adolescents.
a generation that claimed would never grow old
finally did,
though it is not the
suit and tie
that makes them old.

what was ( Read more... )

So apparently there are Decemberists songs I've never heard before.

Cut-out Destiny (Revision)

White clouds form around blue sky:
a cut-out raindrop
that never falls
down its pre-destined path

just like I’ll never
fall down mine.

Scattered Brain

My brain misplacing where I need to be from
2:00-4:00
dismantles my reality
but my body keeps on keeping on

like clockwork set in perfect motion
   my legs   keep  moving,
  ( Read more... )

I don't think I've matured in my writing enough to write about humanity as a whole.  I can write about me and my reality (and mostly how it's a fallacy), and I can write about other people, but I haven't yet achieved that overarching "this is what humanity and like and I sound wise, not pretentious" quality.

For example, the first stanza of C.K. ( Read more... )

Someone once said that to make a poem, you first have to invent the ( Read more... )

White clouds in blue sky
form a cut-out raindrop
that never falls
down its pre-destined path

just like I’ll never
fall down mine.

White Winter Hymnal

I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go!
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime