Category: poetry
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Re: Housman
I to my perils
came not like A.E. Housman
“clad in armor by stars benign”
I swam to them in my PJs
hair kinked, water logged
and trouble was a bonfire.Trouble was the thing he kept his mind on huh
Trouble was the thing he took to supermarkets
hoping This was the day
right by the spinach
he could be a true and worthy victor
‘cause his mind was in the game.
Did he want to prove himself stronger than us
the mortals who wished for everything sweetI wished too hard for time to pass
and passing is the great gift and curse of prickly knees.
I tugged myself through marshes by tufts of leg hair
to which I gleamed a shining eye to Hope
I’d not trifle with a fleeting love
or luck money or mock fame.Turns out every part of me is mortal fool,
and Housman, he’s under the stars
Hands behind his head, grinning
because he left out a stanza. -
Lemon Water
Yesterday, I flipped through my journal and found the section of doodled faces. I wrote this draft based on the drawing.
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Moonshine
In the dark they called me Moonshine.
That liquor in a glass jar.
Holy water.They baptized me in hogwash
made in someone’s basement’s rusty sink.Moonshine they say.
Not the boozy white reflection
on a wrinkled black lake.Moonshine.
Back alleys.
The kind you shout mistakes at
Your footsteps echo in the rain
Someone pees in the corner.I could be the summer sunrise
The painted lake
Gulls in the sky.
My own name.
But I’m stuck as the hooch. -
shield
you are warmer than fever in
me that was
the wing-ed beast
of legend in
me for
a moment that soft
pressing
every where I felt
light
sun
it was how light
is so fast and
blind to itself.
