end it
tomorrow control it
fight scratch claw fight
kill it
that deep down
twisted knife
step off the ledge
jump the height
end it
tomorrow control it
fight scratch claw fight
kill it
i am it and it is me
i am it and it is me
no end
no end no end no-
end it
tomorrow control it …
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addict
-
grass is always greener
all it takes:
one soft ocean wave
one swift approaching storm
one sandy toe
one face leaned backit’s enough,
those dark brown eyes
one quick glance
one wrong word
one minute aloneone single
flutter of the belly
is enough to…
-
bitterness at the polls
It is in every
Single
Twitch, lie, conviction,
Breath.You feel it deep in your throat.
It pulls at your tongue
And lingers down your esophagus,
Not easily displaced.You can’t help but
Sip it slowly, roll it ’round your mouth
Till your
Taste buds go numb.Then,
(and you won’t notice)
you’ll be
slick with drool.
-
going home for dinner
my father
has disappeared to wash
our cars that haven’t been
scrubbed since the
last visit.
my mother in the kitchen
is looking for the
big fat cat
who is no longer around.(i’m wishing i was still
small enough to fit in
the swings)
-
the girl to dust
will “they” say
the calm is what
killed her?was the quiet lack
what turned the
blood to sludge
the brain to mush…what turned
the girl to dust?
-
alone on a Friday night
only I
notice wind along the pink
sunset lining the clouds
only I
am audience to silver fish
dancing to the feel of dusk
only I
watch people’s legs walking
talking, so full of plans
only I
realize that silence is
beautiful in its impossiblity.
Only I.
-
phish (haiku)
went to my first Phish show (only about 15 years late). a beautiful night –
pyre of sound to
moon witness colors shine that
green music alive!community speaks:
“second set sparkle! will you
be here tomorrow?”http://phishthoughts.com/2010/06/27/progressive-phish/ for more on the show from someone who actually knows his stuff!
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Brooklyn Seduction
Brooklyn
Began with Stella, and then
Led onBelgian beers,
Colombian food
Scattered conversation
To an off-chance
“come home with me?”
Shrugged offBrooklyn again
Seducing
To a game of secrets,
To a brownie,
Smooshed in between fingers
Licked clean.Led
Alone
Surprising tree-lined streets,
Streets busy, dark, still,
To a stone bench
In front of strangers-
They watched intently.He turned to me,
With a question
But I to a black sedan,
“To another!”
To a bottle of Proseco
Off-speed dancing,
GossipingMy eyes shining
Like Brooklyn’s reputation,
The borough asking
Persistently
Again, again, Come home with me?
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songs to remember
when i hear
blue eyes crying in the rain
i hear my father
say that was his father’s
favorite song.when i hear
how great thou art
i hear my father’s tears fall
at that first funeral
of my life – his mother’s.when in between the silence
of a long long night
i hear a heavy sigh, a rustle
drops of salty tears,
“knowing we’ll never meet again.”
Poetry by JC Snyder 