Tag: simple things

Hypothetical

If there was a man

Hypothetically

Who was everything you ever wanted

What you alway desired

And he hypothetically lived

In a big old house

Alone and want for love

Could you see yourself loving him

Hypothetically

Only in concept

A purely thought formed man

Chiseled features

And flowing hair

The idea of perfection

Hypothetically waiting for you

In his imagined house

Dressed sharp

Just the way you like

Yes

You thought you could love him

You thought you were there

Holding him and kissing him

And living and loving

So perfectly lovely

But you awake each day

Alone

This man forgotten

For only a moment

And when you return

To this theoretical place

He feels like you were allways gone

You feel so guilty

Hypothetically

You thought you loved him

You thought it was perfect

Until the day

You found him dead

Edges fuzzy and blurry and red

Already forgetting his breath

His perfect laugh

You realized

You didn’t love this man

You only thought of him

Hypothetically

And so you went on

Your life none the worse

And from time to time

You think to yourself

The perfect man didn’t exist

Except the one

Who lived

Hypothetically

Trying to Find a Clever Way to Say Nothing About Something, and Failing Before I Even Begin; or “God Poetry is Hard”

Half the battle is choosing the words

Pruning back the unnecessary, superfluous, and extraneous lexicon

Not mixing metaphors

Like water and oil

Or steak and tea

Keeping consistency

And

Flow

Between lines

Perfectly balanced scales

Not a letter out of plac e

And always making sure to double check speling

But no wait

What to even write about

Over?

The complex

Distilled to but a few lines

The horrific

Contained in my meager words

The profound

Found impotent in my form

Guess

The best

I’ve found

Worry only

About yourself

And let the words fall

As they may

I Was Miles Away

I like that you answer yourself

When you ask yourself

When I ask myself

All I hear is the howling of the wind

It’s so quiet here

So very

Very quiet

 

What?

I-

Um yes

I’m fine

 

Just busy fighting off the existential horror of my own existence

 

Haha yes

A joke

Of course

 

Of course

 

Of course I only laugh to keep from weeping

Now I Rise

Lids heavy I awaken

Rays glittering dapple sheets

I take the dawn’s lead and rise

Shades gossamer thin

Thrown aside to greet the day

Clouds like cotton gauze

But the sky does not bleed

Are they instead cresting whiteheads

An endless inverse sea stretching on

I spread my arms

Welcoming all in

I shall conquer the day

Like all others before it

And make the most

Of every moment left

My doctor revealed

Weeks before

Something malignant

Rapidly spreading

“Months at most…”

I vowed to do it all

All I had thought to do

All that I had wanted

I would claim

And so I have

Acrophobia

Legs shaking like branches in a maelstrom

Hands grip white knuckle tight

On nothing more than the friction

The texture of the tiles

You have more stability

By standing straight

Standing is an impossibility

My mind is racing

If I fall

If I slip

If I hit the ground

From up here

My ribs

My skull

My spine

Crippled for life

Even fractures can lead

To permanent damage

Whale eyes plead with my dad

He sees me

Understands

And helps me back down

All I could think

Really

Was what it was like

When he fell

Three stories

And broke

Everything

That wouldn’t kill

Or cripple

What if it happened

To me?

Someday Soon

The leather squeaks as I shift nervously

Butterflies seems an inadequate description

A flock of harried crows quarrel in my stomach

Tap tap tapping the seat as I watch the doors

My phone buzzes and I check if it’s her

“Landed and we’re unboarding! See you soon, love!”

I smile like a fool, face flush with color

Now I take a deep breath and stand up

Pacing a bit, feet unable to find rest now we’re so close

Somehow time seems to slow and elongate

Like nearing a singularity

The closer we were the slower it got

The farther she felt

As if time would not allow for this to be

But

I see her smile through the glass

Little ones tagging along behind

As they step through the door

I am there to embrace them

Love overflowing unrestrained

It all seemed a dream

But truly

The universe allowed it

Rain Blind

The heaven’s weeping

Splattered the world

Into an impressionist mosaic

The road slickened to the white of the sky

More like cloud run-off than concrete

Leaving the edges of my path

Merely a suggestion

“I’m sure though,”

I convince myself

“I can ease out another mile, or two, per hour”