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Monthly Archives: July 2014

Pentecost

take a drive to the palisades

Hold your breath and jump;

the Hudson can be the Jordan,

if you believe in that kind of stuff.

Pull yourself out

onto the stony shore

like an old styrofoam cup,

and if you close your eyes

and cough up blood,

Weehawken can become

Jerusalem

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Alone

I’m more alone

surrounded by thousands of peers

then I’ve ever been

on my own.


Learning!

People are learning all the time; I’m learning so much and I’m doing fine! I visited a developing country, and I Learned SO. MUCH. I read poetry and I take science classes, I am going to change the world with what I learn! I’ve learned all my life from everything around me, for every second of every day, I’ve learned what to wear how to act and what to say. I learned what normal is! I learned what being Successful is! I learned what to call the colour Blue and I learned what to do when a pretty girl walks by. I learned to read and write, and I learned the different stereotypes. I’ve learned that Humans come from Dust, and I’ve learned who it is I can really trust. But what I haven’t learned is What is it about us, That just makes us keep making these same mistakes, Over and Over? Haven’t we learned anything? I’m unhappily thinking that no matter how much we discover and evolve, no matter how many Miracles we preform or diseases we cure, no matter how much Poetry we write or organic snap-peas we eat, That we have not

and we never will.


Lost At Sea

I am lost at sea

and this doggie paddle

ain’t doin’ much

against these twelve foot

monsters

that just keep

coming and coming and coming…


406

Don’t let go, don’t let go. What was once yours, slipping ever so slowly.

Lost focus. Carelessness. Pride.

Tighten your grip, C’mon, before it’s too late. Don’t let go.

Stop standing idle, take control, tighten your grip.

For God’s sake, DO NOT LET GO.

That’s what happens. Juggling the unnecessary and humoring the needless.

Softening your grip.

Now too late, losing all control.

A once bolstering man, reduced to nothing.

Sweaty hands.. Just Don’t let go. Don’t let her go.

 

How did this happen..


Oceanus (son of Uranus and Gaea)

I’m a fucking Hurricane

and you’re the coast of Florida.

I’m the Ocean exploding over Sea-walls

and blasting winds throwing showers of Salt down with waterfalls of rain.

I hope you know how to swim,

Because if you don’t,

you’re going to be drowned and battered

into the hull of a ship

Or buried in an instant

beneath 900 tons of water.

I’m going to fill your lungs

and pull you out to me,

where in a seascape of such immensity

and glorious horrifying Augustial fear

blended with a sky of

Saintly blue-grey smears and Lividus hues,

a soul shaking battle of light and Darkness,

the last thing you will see

is me,

In every direction

as far as you can see

Pulling you into my depths,

Beneath  the waves.

 

 

 


backyardea

remember our back-yard growing up?

all of those kingdoms and nations

and our Indian tribes?

The tree-house that we’d fill with waterballoons

by day

and sleeping-bags by night?

The secrets we’d tell

behind the garage

and the twigs and the mud

remember the hose in the summer-time

and the snow in the winter?

the forts and the acorns?

The cloudy days when we’d sit up the pine tree

or the clear warm nights

when we’d play man-hunt in

the neighborhood?

remember the sound of the leaves rushing through the trees

as the wind would blow?

the army men

and the bow that dad would let us shoot

the old pile of logs that we would find worms in?

remember trying to dig a swimming pool,

but it was just a hole?

when we would hide from Amir

behind those bushes?

remember when we had that old rope to swing on,

hanging from the big tree?

remember when we’d race down the sidewalk

on wagons and skateboards

with old plungers and fist-fulls

of pebbles?

remember going back there to hide

or to cry in the bushes

when we didn’t want to be found?

remember all the army-men

and the times when the world seemed to end

at the fence by Mr. Anseley’s house and the sidewalk

in the front yard?

Well I remember,

and I don’t know why

but it makes me cry


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