April 2012
9 posts
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Messages from my head:
1.
There’s a man on the tube wearing dark plastic sun glasses and a furry eskimo hat on a fairly warm day in spring. The earphones wedged into his ears underneath his hat’s ear flaps are connected to some unseen gadget that whispers something sweet into his brain that makes him comfortable enough to mumble nonsensical phrasings punctuated by swear words into the...
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE THAT I MIGHT EXPLODE
being a lover calls
for a lot of sad
ness and it falls
quickly from my
head to my heart
and then weighs
me down in the
tips of my toes
and i float along
appearing as if
i am weighted
by nothing at all
but really the love
is holding me steady
and keeping me
centered and awake,
pulling me under
and keeping me a
...
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The Last Laugh
My dad was in a coma
for 4 days before
we took him off of
life support because
he had no brain activity left.
.
The night after the life-improving brain/ear surgery that led to his death, his conscious state was altered and they performed emergency surgery to drain his brain.
.
They shaved off
his beautiful thick
head of hair and
placed a tube in his skull.
.
Later...
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sometimes my life feels like a dream
we lived in tents and traded
stories through thin plastic
and tie dyed sheets. when
the winds blew, their tent
fell down. when their song
ended, we started ours.
we melted crayons with candle
wax and fire while the others
slept. we smoked trees and
ate peanut butter and jelly
blue berry bagel sandwiches
with heady caps on top.
heady cereal bars...
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I Drank You Up
I tried to sleep
beside you
but I couldn’t.
I was rested
in the morning
anyway when
I woke up to your
morning routine,
but all night
I drank you up.
As we were falling
asleep next to each other
you said: I wonder if i’ll be here tomorrow
and I said: where else would you be
and you mumbled I don’t know; wherever you go when you die
and you wondered aloud
where we...
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Today is a day
(I can tell)
that is going to
suck me dry
‘til I’ve nothing left
but tears.
Oh well.
There is always
tomorrow.
and the next
day and the
next day after
that day.
but today.
Today is gonna
suck me dry.
-J. Rendi
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Because of this Poem I Missed the Bus
Have you ever heard
the screech and scream
of iron on iron as the
tube rushes past
on a Friday morning in London?
.
I have been spoiled
by the sounds of the cities.
.
In prague, the streets
were hushed, blanketed
in whispers by an
Eastern European sensibility.
.
At Old Town Square,
the tourists (myself included)
snapped mis-composed...
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Something Beautiful
I have this little pact with myself: whenever I am feeling shitty, I force myself to look around and find some beauty in the moment. Usually it’s something like this bit about a bottle on the tube:
I’m a nanny for a 17 week old Russian baby with the brightest blue eyes and the chubbiest pale cheeks. She is the biggest infant I’ve ever known. Her parents love her and each other and they are young...
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Twenty-Won
I find myself at twenty-one
acutely aware of the sips I take,
especially during my darkest
battles with sadness and self-hate.
Your father was an alcoholic, you know.
You need to be careful about these things.
What mother fails to mention
was his crippling depression
or his adventurous lifestyle
or his utter happiness
or his terrible pain.
He was so much more
than his alcoholism,
the...
