I guess I wrote another poem
Nov. 12th, 2011 11:01 pmHeadache day = not fun. But I wrote another poem today. It's weird; I was never much of a poet before, but I'm quite enjoying it now. It's like all my creativity is finally finding enough headspace to come back in from the cold wastes of the last few years of struggling to squeeze out enough words to fill a post-it note.
p.s. I know it is not Sunday today but it made a better title
slow sunday prose
I fall in love with
narrative
and tone
when
a story is not just a story but
a window; watching
other people’s lives like
falling
leaves
and
blasphemies
and
the smell of skin under glass
I like to live vicarious
deep-ocean feelings
then shelve them when I’m full and brimming with
sweet soft sounds of
distant loves and
pages turning
p.s. I know it is not Sunday today but it made a better title
slow sunday prose
I fall in love with
narrative
and tone
when
a story is not just a story but
a window; watching
other people’s lives like
falling
leaves
and
blasphemies
and
the smell of skin under glass
I like to live vicarious
deep-ocean feelings
then shelve them when I’m full and brimming with
sweet soft sounds of
distant loves and
pages turning
;electronic best friend
Nov. 10th, 2011 08:28 amYou are not
awake
yet.
I messaged you last night by email.
We often speak in pixels; telephone rarely.
Electronic best friend,
Somewhere you are a person
On the other end of our paper cup ---- and ---- string
Speaking into the electric air.
I receive your words at the notification sound.
No face
No outer shell
We commune, plugged in
mind to
mind.
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