just wanted to migrate a couple of things i thought were nice…
monday, november 20, 2000
nonasyllabic
i’m thinking too hard about numbers.
and every time it comes to this,
trouble reigns supreme, lording over
me, laughing, singing, dancing, gloating,
like victory is its already.
but still i fight, though not inclined to
do too much, waste too much breath this time,
i’m tight-lipped and short-winded despite
my nature, my wordy roots and blood.
monday, november 27, 2000
octasyllabic
stomach upset and lame, loud love
souped up, disarmed, chances blown off.
i’m lonely like i haven’t been
alone before, like i don’t know
what this loneliness will become.
like my visitors and all my
visitations resolve themselves
into weekends of depression
left alone at last and feeling
like it’s all just time lost to me.
remember winters come and gone
and lived through, and died through, and done.
but some days it’s as if i’ve not
ever made it through these long months
with their shortest days and longing.
but i have and took with me skills
i need to make it through again.
so where are they? why do I forget
the most important things I learn?