February 3, 2004. School was cancelled today due to inclement weather. Sitting around this house restless, I was like a whistling tea kettle. Dressing in my winter wardrobe, I took a walk in hopes of finding Dana a present for her 19th birthday, but instead I uncovered this catastrophe…
I am a walking driving
hazard, blowing kisses to
strangers in cars that fall like
anvils crashing to these gray Ivy streets.
February howls and whimpers
and cries rain on this
near-frozen neighborhood. Quiet,
you masses who long for
the oncoming Vernal Equinox.
I like the cold.
~Jazz Interlude~
twinkling pianos and horns
that splinter, saxophones
fading to trombones….vanish
Staggering pedestrian, thieving poet,
he who aWAITS inspiration will
eventually freeze.
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I am a rain dog.
I am a degenerate genius.
I am romantic, rolling thunder.
To hell with those who
profess that ‘Love is blind’.
Open your eyes, you cursed mannequins.
Heartache is a tumor to those
who accept it for what it is.
To hell with cancer and broken hearts.
To hell with revision, these words
are my own, my novocain,
they numb the pain for a while.
To hell with doomsday, I can’t
be stopped from finding
a way to love her so far away.
Wishing you were here.
My feet ache, but I’ve reached
your doorstep, your kingdom, a
crumbling beauty, time and memories
sprawled like shadows across my mind,
but you’ve escaped to new ages
and foreign lands.
Dream on, snowflake,
of broken clocks and my mirage.
All the words I’ve dedicated
to you, they’ve become scars upon my body.
Nearly two years of fantasy, may my
envisioned reality take shape from the shards
of my shattered imagination.
May my words be the wings that will
carry me north to the oasis.
Drink deep, sweet prince,
she awaits you.
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