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Check out some of the poems I've written before for fun! Each one is spontaneous and completely unique.
No revisions, no corrections, no hesitation; straight from my mind onto the page. All these topics were suggested to me from friends and strangers.
trucks
the charcoal steam of the engine
mixes with the memories of long roads, sunburn on my left arm
the burly masculine feel of sitting on
tough leather
a seat of power, comforting
my father's before me, speaks to me when alone on those long roads driving
driving, driving-
and driving some more
whispers of the wind whipping past my windshield
video games
a jolt of electricity
connecting with the wiring of my mind
a fizzle, smoking
eyes glaze over
the circuit connecting between the game and my mind
reality and life, for a moment intertwined
waiting for nothing but the moment of the now
dinner is forgotten
wwi
bombs dropping, shells exploding
far from home
snipers cussing, men groaning
a world of fiery red pain, mitigated
by an endless expanse of cool blue
cool blue, shimmering and endless, swallowing the pain
swallowing the darkness far from home
the tree falling in a forest alone
making more noise
than a man whispering his last breath amid the corpses
the corpses
far from home
cats
sleek furred and purring
a rippling body cascades through the cushions
over the couch, clawing at the fabric
attentive and seeking warmth
leaving no trace but plodded footsteps on its hazardous journey
an exodus across the multi-colored terrain, filled with
patterns depicting regions of the world untraveled
the light shifts suddenly
sky opens up and flickers across the desert like an eclipse
blaring noise
images beamed across
toward sleek paws
that find rest on your body, a comforting shelter
cradling against the crook of your elbow
in bliss
easter
pastels everywhere
the eggs, the candy, the faces
relatives cooing over me as they inquire
about every detail of every day of my life
a starchy collar and ill-fitting slacks that fall short of my ankles
dark navy blue, black, same difference
an incredible ceremony Sunday morning, trying hard to breathe
i pat my pocket, reassuring myself that the candy is still there
the pastor, up there
opens a plastic egg to reveal nothing inside
he says something as the crowd nods
i furrow my brow
friendship
you, me
broken ties that once severed
interrupted by a comma
die and turn to dust, no longer there
was it blameful for me to inspect the wiring
to polish the connections?
unknowing, unsuspecting
of the monster erupting from my heart
but a monster crying
as you turn your back
on the existence of fairy tales