broken record: diary excerpts

December 20, 2008

• "...the Anxious Birds will forever find excuses"

January 31, 2009

• "my stupid, flat heart"

February 9th, 2009

• "now my poor heart is dangling in the winter weather"

February 20th, 2009

• "I give up"

February 28th, 2009

• "Fucking despicable"

March 4th, 2009

• "Dad said, 'you don't sound upset'"

April 1st,2009

• "My spine tingled; unmitigated horror"

April 19th, 2009

• "Not exactly medicine for the emotionally damaged"

June 15, 2009

• "Perfect"

June 29, 2009

• "Amnesia"

Felicitations to Me

... for having achieved my 200th poem, and my 49th page. Although I have to say that as I wrote #199, I re-read #198 and thought to myself, "My, that was a very long time ago... but I've been writing since then, so where the hell are those missing poems?"

Then I remembered this blog, which is a weird space in which I am somewhat publishing poems that I've never edited or thought twice about, meaning they probably have no business living a public life separate from their 198 brethern.

I guess, on the upside, no one is reading this anyway... ?

Ooooh, self-effacement!

nights not meant

nights not meant for solitude
under such seething skies - vigiliant
and reaching within the bowels of every appartment complex

how can i blame anyone
for responding
and forgetting

under such skies.

my northern lands are so much more prone
to memories as sharp as bone

and letters lovingly defeating mold.
farflung pioneers are so late to hear news
to shift the heart
as cloud

last night, and future nights

the dark and the boring times
begin in the slow
of the filthiest taxi cab ever owned

with my back jettisoned, bones thinly diced
against sticky plastic back seats
the concrete monsters pass by
quietly ribboned by skinny white lights

I count, I count, I count
paces and dimes; the meter clocks by
and you left behind

at a crosswalk downtown