I think I’ve been rebelling.
Archive for the ‘Naomi’ Category
My confession. Dun dun duuuuuuunnnnnn
Monday, May 18th, 2009Ashes: Woman
Wednesday, May 6th, 2009never could someone be so warm
and never so cold as stone
a high heel stamped on booted feet
tippy toes to caress a cheek
pointed tongue to pierce the heart
soothing kiss on tired lips
such capacity for loving comfort
or stings and bites from quiet corners
Let me be one, and not the other.
Have you ever seen asparagus wearing helmets?
Sunday, April 19th, 2009As I’ve experienced first hand, interesting observations can be made while being drunk. I’m not talking about the obvious stuff here, like finding hilarity in the bouncing of a tennis ball. I’m referring to things such as gravity awareness. Gravity can so easily be taken for granted while engaged in everyday activities such as walking. But when drunk, a certain sensitivity to this primal force of nature arises from the backlogged basement of the brain.
Saturday, April 18th, 2009
Some people tell you love, but they don’t mean it. Get what they want and then throw you away. Some people promise a difference. They beg for what’s special, then forget the next day.
It all adds to regrets, and turning new leaves, and promises to self that you won’t make that mistake again.
But then people you cherish, they tell you love. Get what they want, and then throw you away.
Saturday, March 28th, 2009
So, I’m drunk.
I realize this isn’t very ladylike of me. But the fact of the matter is, I love the taste of Jack and Coke, plus I love feeling the buzz of alcohol. So there it is. But I’m very drunk.
My good friend Jacky asked if he could be my drunk and dial this weekend. He quit his job, and was going to Las Vegas to sort of celebrate. I think he just needs to blow off steam. So I’ve been talking on the phone, and his drunkenness quite exceeds my own. I’ve been trying to make sure he’s okay, but frankly with both of us wasted off our asses, we’re having a hard time actually conveying meaningful thoughts. So I listen on the phone, and tell him to shut the fuck up every now and then so I can get a word in edgewise. A meaningless word.
I miss him. I miss my friend Justin as well. He’ll call every now and then, and we’ll chat and laugh and have fun on the phone. I’m going down next April for his wedding. I’m looking forward to it, cause I want to see him, and I want to see him get married. But he’s had such a hard life, and he’s having some difficulties in his relationship, and I don’t know what to say. I never know what to say. I just try to listen.
I’m so tired. I think I’ll give Jacky another call. See how he’s doing. I hope I hear from Justin tomorrow. I sent him a text. I miss him.
I miss my friends.
TP High School Poetry Club Entry #384
Friday, March 20th, 2009“My Love, My Love”
My love, my love, why do you hide from me?
I have longed for you and in my dreams hear you call
My heart searches the sky, the mountains and the sea
But always you keep your face hidden from me
My love, my love, do you not hear my cry?
I can hear the echo as it rises and falls
It seems you grow fainter the harder I try
Could it be that the promise you spoke was a lie?
My love, my love, I am no longer young
My life has been shortened, it soon will be gone
I am wasting and still hear the songs that you sung
And whispering in my ear are the words of your tongue
(c) tp high school poetry club
What do you think THAT one looks like?
Friday, March 20th, 2009If clouds exist as water vapor
clinging tightly to a thing,
I imagine that they’ve gone to caper
in the sky; an atom fling.
Sleeping soundly as a stratus
wrapped around each other snug.
Perhaps I’ll use an apparatus
to measure just how tight they hug.
(c) thepontificators.com 2009
He folded me in half.
Friday, March 20th, 2009He folded me in half.
I nibbled on my friend Achilles,
and rubbed my eyeballs with my heels.
Folded with a twist.
He tucked me in a drawer.
Cedar knuckles struck my nose,
Wrangler jeans picked my pockets.
Tucked up with a fist.
(c) thepontificators.com 2009
Take a number
Wednesday, March 18th, 2009I’ve decided it’s Russia’s turn to be a stable country. Every country has had its ups and downs, of course, but Russia, I believe, has paid her dues. If countries were people, then England and the U.S. would be sitting at home watching the ball game, France would be absorbed in clipping her toe nails and ordering items off the Home Shopping Network, while Russia would be stuck in line at the DMV wondering if she was going to get her car registration renewed sometime this century.
The United States fought its way to the front of that line and paid the fee some time ago, with England moseying along behind. France tried to cut ahead by slipping some money to one of the clerks, but Russia somehow is still waiting.
She would be willing, at this point, to slip the clerk some money just to be able to go home and maybe catch the last 30 seconds of the ball game, but that requires actually having some cash to slip. Russia had some green, at one point, but her cheating, no-good husbands abandoned her and the kids, who need school clothes, and schools. Russia has had time, standing in line all these years, to think about the sweet-talking fellows who charmed her, wooed her, married her, then stripped her clean, leaving her with no money and who knows how many mouths to feed. She scowls with regret and anger, tapping her foot with increasing impatience as she gets jostled by Chechnya from behind, and jostles back.
