what i was
was an injury
unpatched. i was
unnoticed evil. i was
public good and that felt
like i was a balloon stretched too
tightly, full of air, ready to
pop and leave scraps and sound
behind me. i never knew
anything about love on my own, just
what i felt from the person across from me —
at least until the end, when a glimpse came to me
so late its promise made me laugh
before i wept. too late
i recognized the dead man in my poems
who mocked me — how can you create, son,
if there’s nothing inside you to work with?
i was a wound with a ragged edge
and a stitch or two, here and there, that
had long ago let go and left only
black threads to show the attempt.
i was futile, i was a robe on the bed
without a body to fill it, and when i finally understood
how little there was of me i let even that slip away.
you can read my poems now and imagine
a man who wrote them. i never knew him.
what i was was a script for a poet, not
the poet himself. you can protest
but i won’t hear it. i don’t
have an ear on my head that’ll work for me.
Monthly Archives: February 2007
Retrospective
Invitations to the Dance
1.
hi i’m new here and thought it might be fun
to keep in touch with friends
and maybe meet some people
come say hi
2.
two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert
3.
preferences: children?
love kids, but not for me
4.
shoutout to all the shortyz
5.
don’t send me a picture of your dick
show me a face pic first
i’ve seen cock and unless
you’re the biggest on the site
it’s not going to make me cum
6.
look upon my works ye mighty and despair
7.
trajectories computed
throw weight calculated
impact accuracy determined
8.
hi
i never thought i’d be writing something like this
hi
this is the last place i thought i’d end up
hi
is there a woman out there who wants a nice guy
hi
i’m funny and sensitive like poetry elliot smith and sufjan stevens
hi
any other dave matthews fans out there
9.
statues break because they do not take themselves lightly
10.
what you conceived in a moment of loneliness
lasts beyond your subsequent coupling
11.
i’m currently in a relationship
and am only looking to play as a couple
12.
any hotties looking to chat
13.
someone’s raised a long hard rock with his name on it
putting it out on the web for all to see
email me for a webcam show
email me
14.
see the crumbled state
the war as lover
reaching for the next place
to make a stand
15.
hi
i’m new here
See my icon
and despair. That’s the new face of terror.
While the Boston Police have apprehended two people in the “bomb hoax” (and by the way, oh news media, I’m still trying to figure out how it was a “bomb hoax” when there was never an intent to make anyone believe the damn things were bombs), I think the real mastermind of the plot is still out there. You’ve got to ask yourself: Where was Carl when all this happened?
Are we really going to throw two guys in jail for this? Just get Turner Broadcasting to pay the costs and let’s move on, shall we?
WWMWD?
Myspace
sucks.
It also bites.
And it sucks.
It just ate my updates to my show schedule four times.
It bites. I knew this when I set the damn thing up, and I’ll grin and bear it, but…grrrrr.
