When I grow up
I want to be a gun
big enough and loud enough
that my son can say
“I am a son of a gun”
with the straight face
he inherited from me
Want to blow things up daily
while smelling vaguely of hell
Want to bark like a colonial relic
and figure my worth
in trajectories
When I am not a man
I still like to think I could be a gun
deathless by myself and useful
to a cause or two or more
When I am not a lover
I like to imagine a harem of daggers
with me the gun glinting thickly among them
When I am sad
I am the thin .22
When I am angry
I am the hot .44
When I am most human
I am a scope and crosshairs so
nothing need be done dirty and close
I wish I was the gun I see
at my head when I awaken
in the night
I wish I owned my fate as he does
Dark Matter 
October 26th, 2004 at 3:14 am
i got you now. i was missing the latter interpretation.
what am i learning? good lord. i’ll tell you what i figured out today, and check my journal soon for the first installment of my travel meditation poem.
i’ve stopped being so interested in playing the role of traveler. i’ve been trying much harder to simply be the traver, meeting the people, becoming vulnerable and open with them, really creating friendships and bonds, with fewer hangups over my compulsion to tell travel stories. i’ll have a long time to tell those stories. it’s a hard lesson to grip when you realize your story does not always interest the latest person in your journey.
i dunno. again, it’s after 3. i suppose i’ll see whether that was articulate or not tomorrow.
October 26th, 2004 at 3:14 am
i got you now. i was missing the latter interpretation.
what am i learning? good lord. i’ll tell you what i figured out today, and check my journal soon for the first installment of my travel meditation poem.
i’ve stopped being so interested in playing the role of traveler. i’ve been trying much harder to simply be the traver, meeting the people, becoming vulnerable and open with them, really creating friendships and bonds, with fewer hangups over my compulsion to tell travel stories. i’ll have a long time to tell those stories. it’s a hard lesson to grip when you realize your story does not always interest the latest person in your journey.
i dunno. again, it’s after 3. i suppose i’ll see whether that was articulate or not tomorrow.
October 26th, 2004 at 3:14 am
i got you now. i was missing the latter interpretation.
what am i learning? good lord. i’ll tell you what i figured out today, and check my journal soon for the first installment of my travel meditation poem.
i’ve stopped being so interested in playing the role of traveler. i’ve been trying much harder to simply be the traver, meeting the people, becoming vulnerable and open with them, really creating friendships and bonds, with fewer hangups over my compulsion to tell travel stories. i’ll have a long time to tell those stories. it’s a hard lesson to grip when you realize your story does not always interest the latest person in your journey.
i dunno. again, it’s after 3. i suppose i’ll see whether that was articulate or not tomorrow.
October 26th, 2004 at 3:14 am
i got you now. i was missing the latter interpretation.
what am i learning? good lord. i’ll tell you what i figured out today, and check my journal soon for the first installment of my travel meditation poem.
i’ve stopped being so interested in playing the role of traveler. i’ve been trying much harder to simply be the traver, meeting the people, becoming vulnerable and open with them, really creating friendships and bonds, with fewer hangups over my compulsion to tell travel stories. i’ll have a long time to tell those stories. it’s a hard lesson to grip when you realize your story does not always interest the latest person in your journey.
i dunno. again, it’s after 3. i suppose i’ll see whether that was articulate or not tomorrow.
October 26th, 2004 at 3:14 am
i got you now. i was missing the latter interpretation.
what am i learning? good lord. i’ll tell you what i figured out today, and check my journal soon for the first installment of my travel meditation poem.
i’ve stopped being so interested in playing the role of traveler. i’ve been trying much harder to simply be the traver, meeting the people, becoming vulnerable and open with them, really creating friendships and bonds, with fewer hangups over my compulsion to tell travel stories. i’ll have a long time to tell those stories. it’s a hard lesson to grip when you realize your story does not always interest the latest person in your journey.
i dunno. again, it’s after 3. i suppose i’ll see whether that was articulate or not tomorrow.
October 26th, 2004 at 3:14 am
i got you now. i was missing the latter interpretation.
what am i learning? good lord. i’ll tell you what i figured out today, and check my journal soon for the first installment of my travel meditation poem.
i’ve stopped being so interested in playing the role of traveler. i’ve been trying much harder to simply be the traver, meeting the people, becoming vulnerable and open with them, really creating friendships and bonds, with fewer hangups over my compulsion to tell travel stories. i’ll have a long time to tell those stories. it’s a hard lesson to grip when you realize your story does not always interest the latest person in your journey.
i dunno. again, it’s after 3. i suppose i’ll see whether that was articulate or not tomorrow.
October 26th, 2004 at 3:14 am
i got you now. i was missing the latter interpretation.
what am i learning? good lord. i’ll tell you what i figured out today, and check my journal soon for the first installment of my travel meditation poem.
i’ve stopped being so interested in playing the role of traveler. i’ve been trying much harder to simply be the traver, meeting the people, becoming vulnerable and open with them, really creating friendships and bonds, with fewer hangups over my compulsion to tell travel stories. i’ll have a long time to tell those stories. it’s a hard lesson to grip when you realize your story does not always interest the latest person in your journey.
i dunno. again, it’s after 3. i suppose i’ll see whether that was articulate or not tomorrow.
October 24th, 2004 at 6:17 am
and I would probably misfire
October 24th, 2004 at 6:17 am
and I would probably misfire
October 24th, 2004 at 6:17 am
and I would probably misfire
October 24th, 2004 at 6:17 am
and I would probably misfire
October 24th, 2004 at 6:17 am
and I would probably misfire
October 24th, 2004 at 6:17 am
and I would probably misfire
October 24th, 2004 at 6:17 am
and I would probably misfire
October 24th, 2004 at 6:16 am
thanks, Adam.
The thing is, that last line seems to not work for acouple of people.
Here’s why I’ve got it there: it’s not exactly what it seems at first blush. It can be read two ways: one, that the gun owns the speaker’s fate, and is nervous; two, that the gun owns its own fate, and the speaker is jealous.
It’s about the illusion of control that violence provides you.
” the power to destroy something is the power to control it.”
Frank Herbert (God forgive me for quoting a popular SF novel in a poem)
Let me know what you think.
Glad to hear how the tour is progressing. What are you learning?
October 24th, 2004 at 6:16 am
thanks, Adam.
The thing is, that last line seems to not work for acouple of people.
Here’s why I’ve got it there: it’s not exactly what it seems at first blush. It can be read two ways: one, that the gun owns the speaker’s fate, and is nervous; two, that the gun owns its own fate, and the speaker is jealous.
It’s about the illusion of control that violence provides you.
” the power to destroy something is the power to control it.”
Frank Herbert (God forgive me for quoting a popular SF novel in a poem)
Let me know what you think.
Glad to hear how the tour is progressing. What are you learning?
October 24th, 2004 at 6:16 am
thanks, Adam.
The thing is, that last line seems to not work for acouple of people.
Here’s why I’ve got it there: it’s not exactly what it seems at first blush. It can be read two ways: one, that the gun owns the speaker’s fate, and is nervous; two, that the gun owns its own fate, and the speaker is jealous.
It’s about the illusion of control that violence provides you.
” the power to destroy something is the power to control it.”
Frank Herbert (God forgive me for quoting a popular SF novel in a poem)
Let me know what you think.
Glad to hear how the tour is progressing. What are you learning?
October 24th, 2004 at 6:16 am
thanks, Adam.
The thing is, that last line seems to not work for acouple of people.
Here’s why I’ve got it there: it’s not exactly what it seems at first blush. It can be read two ways: one, that the gun owns the speaker’s fate, and is nervous; two, that the gun owns its own fate, and the speaker is jealous.
It’s about the illusion of control that violence provides you.
” the power to destroy something is the power to control it.”
Frank Herbert (God forgive me for quoting a popular SF novel in a poem)
Let me know what you think.
Glad to hear how the tour is progressing. What are you learning?
October 24th, 2004 at 6:16 am
thanks, Adam.
The thing is, that last line seems to not work for acouple of people.
Here’s why I’ve got it there: it’s not exactly what it seems at first blush. It can be read two ways: one, that the gun owns the speaker’s fate, and is nervous; two, that the gun owns its own fate, and the speaker is jealous.
It’s about the illusion of control that violence provides you.
” the power to destroy something is the power to control it.”
Frank Herbert (God forgive me for quoting a popular SF novel in a poem)
Let me know what you think.
Glad to hear how the tour is progressing. What are you learning?
October 24th, 2004 at 6:16 am
thanks, Adam.
The thing is, that last line seems to not work for acouple of people.
Here’s why I’ve got it there: it’s not exactly what it seems at first blush. It can be read two ways: one, that the gun owns the speaker’s fate, and is nervous; two, that the gun owns its own fate, and the speaker is jealous.
It’s about the illusion of control that violence provides you.
” the power to destroy something is the power to control it.”
Frank Herbert (God forgive me for quoting a popular SF novel in a poem)
Let me know what you think.
Glad to hear how the tour is progressing. What are you learning?
October 24th, 2004 at 6:16 am
thanks, Adam.
The thing is, that last line seems to not work for acouple of people.
Here’s why I’ve got it there: it’s not exactly what it seems at first blush. It can be read two ways: one, that the gun owns the speaker’s fate, and is nervous; two, that the gun owns its own fate, and the speaker is jealous.
It’s about the illusion of control that violence provides you.
” the power to destroy something is the power to control it.”
Frank Herbert (God forgive me for quoting a popular SF novel in a poem)
Let me know what you think.
Glad to hear how the tour is progressing. What are you learning?
October 24th, 2004 at 3:37 am
tony, i think this is a great piece. it’s 5:35 in the morning, and i’m not all with it to tell you what i think is working, so forgive me the criticism and to bed:
the last line doesn’t work for me. i think it’s too oversimplified. perhaps i’m missing a striation or two of the meaning, but the rest of the poem seems far more profound than the last line.
in any event, i think it’s a beautiful piece.
October 24th, 2004 at 3:37 am
tony, i think this is a great piece. it’s 5:35 in the morning, and i’m not all with it to tell you what i think is working, so forgive me the criticism and to bed:
the last line doesn’t work for me. i think it’s too oversimplified. perhaps i’m missing a striation or two of the meaning, but the rest of the poem seems far more profound than the last line.
in any event, i think it’s a beautiful piece.
October 24th, 2004 at 3:37 am
tony, i think this is a great piece. it’s 5:35 in the morning, and i’m not all with it to tell you what i think is working, so forgive me the criticism and to bed:
the last line doesn’t work for me. i think it’s too oversimplified. perhaps i’m missing a striation or two of the meaning, but the rest of the poem seems far more profound than the last line.
in any event, i think it’s a beautiful piece.
October 24th, 2004 at 3:37 am
tony, i think this is a great piece. it’s 5:35 in the morning, and i’m not all with it to tell you what i think is working, so forgive me the criticism and to bed:
the last line doesn’t work for me. i think it’s too oversimplified. perhaps i’m missing a striation or two of the meaning, but the rest of the poem seems far more profound than the last line.
in any event, i think it’s a beautiful piece.
October 24th, 2004 at 3:37 am
tony, i think this is a great piece. it’s 5:35 in the morning, and i’m not all with it to tell you what i think is working, so forgive me the criticism and to bed:
the last line doesn’t work for me. i think it’s too oversimplified. perhaps i’m missing a striation or two of the meaning, but the rest of the poem seems far more profound than the last line.
in any event, i think it’s a beautiful piece.
October 24th, 2004 at 3:37 am
tony, i think this is a great piece. it’s 5:35 in the morning, and i’m not all with it to tell you what i think is working, so forgive me the criticism and to bed:
the last line doesn’t work for me. i think it’s too oversimplified. perhaps i’m missing a striation or two of the meaning, but the rest of the poem seems far more profound than the last line.
in any event, i think it’s a beautiful piece.
October 24th, 2004 at 3:37 am
tony, i think this is a great piece. it’s 5:35 in the morning, and i’m not all with it to tell you what i think is working, so forgive me the criticism and to bed:
the last line doesn’t work for me. i think it’s too oversimplified. perhaps i’m missing a striation or two of the meaning, but the rest of the poem seems far more profound than the last line.
in any event, i think it’s a beautiful piece.
October 24th, 2004 at 1:28 am
if i were a gun i would shoot out a stick with the little un-furrowing “BANG” flag.
October 24th, 2004 at 1:28 am
if i were a gun i would shoot out a stick with the little un-furrowing “BANG” flag.
October 24th, 2004 at 1:28 am
if i were a gun i would shoot out a stick with the little un-furrowing “BANG” flag.
October 24th, 2004 at 1:28 am
if i were a gun i would shoot out a stick with the little un-furrowing “BANG” flag.
October 24th, 2004 at 1:28 am
if i were a gun i would shoot out a stick with the little un-furrowing “BANG” flag.
October 24th, 2004 at 1:28 am
if i were a gun i would shoot out a stick with the little un-furrowing “BANG” flag.
October 24th, 2004 at 1:28 am
if i were a gun i would shoot out a stick with the little un-furrowing “BANG” flag.