As I think about you,
it takes
less and less oil
to light myself
on fire.
Month: December 2019
Firestone Friday: Poem X
Literature and love
perform much the same:
a flowery dressing,
a crafted seduction,
and an uncovering
that makes the reader
to quiver.
On Inebriation
They ask
if I’ve ever been
black out drunk,
and I can’t help
but to rememeber
how intoxicated
I was
when I first saw you.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem X
We all want to be the
person
community
business
country
with the bigger stick.
When are we going
to start building something
with all of these sticks?
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Touchstone Tuesday: Poem VI
It’s not that most connections
carry no love;
it’s that so many loves
can exist only in one space —
can survive only at the bar
or breathe only within an app.
To uncover a connection
worth pursuing
is to find a love that can flourish
at home
and in the streets —
Saturday night
and Sunday morning.
On Longing
Every night my soul leaves,
and every morning, it crawls back, exhausted.
One night I followed it
down old paths
past familiar trees
and, all at once,
I uncovered to where my soul
wandered
as I joined my soul
in watching you.
Firestone Friday: Poem IX
A volume with new binding,
strong, lusty, erect,
a spine that curls only
as I draw my fingers across it;
a form so forbidding,
and defiantly unyielding
that resists opening
until I whisper its title,
calling it by name,
and it finally
gives in.
On Belonging
If allergies are good for nothing else
they remind me
that I certainly
don’t belong
to this world.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem IX
I fell to sleep singing a love song;
a rhythm to my breathing,
with the cadence
of a chest rising and falling
to the beat of a ballad
that plays for you.
When I awoke
in the middle of the night
in the hollow of a barren silence,
I couldn’t find the music.
After I searched under the covers
and in the corners of the room,
I heard you humming the tune
that lulled me to sleep.
I should have known that only you
could take the music
from my throat.
On ‘Different’ Interests
I’m yet fascinated
by the way “jocks”
deride “nerds”
for their interests in
books, video games, cosplay,
anime, or the thousand other obscure
storylines we adore.
I’m just as amused when “nerds”
shame “jocks” for their
shallow fixation on meat-headed sports.
It seems I live many lives
with my fantasy football team
and my Wizards Unite augmented reality Harry Potter mobile game
and my many DraftKings entries
and my Pokemon GO collection.
As I sit cozily in my Zelda Christmas sweater
selecting my Sunday Night Football lineup,
I feel like a strange conglomeration of humans.
(It already feels as too much to be just one human, doesn’t it?)
But then I think, yet again, how unexpectedly similar these worlds are,
the domain of the nerd and the territory of the jock.
In both experiences
we entertain an affinity for players or characters,
build an entire space with specialized rules and abilities,
watch with intense anticipation in our uniforms or costumes,
pump fists as our team or character performs to their potential,
read news, share updates with companions, and learn more
about our favored sport or video game.
So, I, an amorphous assemblage of human interests,
will fist pump as my wide receiver makes a 30-yard touchdown catch
and as my Ultra Ball finally captures an evasive Pokemon,
just the same.
What collections of interests do you enjoy that are seemingly at odds or mutually exclusive?
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 