Sunday, October 10, 2010

I don't think every poem needs a title.

I don't think every poem needs a title

He spoke, but no one listened.
His words drowned out conversations
that were more interesting than his.
Never give a selfish man a microphone.

Someone says "smells like narcissism in here"
and you fly to the moon, not remembering what happened
or even what is happening
but only knowing that you are what you are
and always will be.

A fear doesn't have to be real
or necessarily make sense ever
or even have a way about it that
makes another person feel fear.
Like a fear of dolphins.
I do not own this fear,
but could definitely see
redness in their eyes.
Lighthearted, playful yelps interpreted as
battle shrieks.
Red meat tendencies instead of tender fish
Now, I hope I do not see a dolphin today.

I wonder if anyone has a fear of cupcakes?
If they had the same traits as the
previously mentioned dolphins, then I imagine
those would be some frightening cupcakes.

I suppose if a writing mirrored a piece of art
that is, each word matched the emotion of each stroke
how big or small
it wouldn't be so bad
unless perhaps it was a painting of picasso's

I want in this moment,
not more than anything in the world
for that slot is saved for people worthy of emotion,
but likely second most, in this very moment,
to continue to be warm outside of a hot shower

He was pushed aside in the name of love
the third card in a hand that was blackjack
and now the bet has run over.
The player has run back the clock
and chose to discard the overflow.

There is no middle cushion to a loveseat.

I don't really think there will be anyone
that is perfect for me in every regard
or even great for me in every regard
but for you, I will make an exception.

Sometimes when you tell one person something
you feel like you've told the whole world.
I don't like making small talk you say
and the listener, barely knowing you,
cannot think of a way to respond
without making small talk immediately or right afterwards.
You have assumed that saying it out loud
allows you to rudely walk away from another person any time afterwards
who has attempted to curse your day with small talk.

There will always be those people
you know in your heart
don't deserve it

He knew what they would say if he did
the blood on the floor surrounding
his inanimate corpse. He knew no other way.
You don't really find a way out
you just break down the way in

I want a pair of glasses
that have the rearview mirrors on them.
They would probably not be as good
as mothers' eyes
planted directly in the back of their heads
but they would be good enough
to see what kind of wreck was happening behind me
without having to face it.

I pop bubbles for a living
In a literal sense, I am an innocent child
in a figurative sense, I am a mean critic

I believe its when I we must say goodbye
is when we feel most loved

Love stories are like rafts on the ocean
some evolve into yachts and cruise liners,
others slowly get holes pokes into them
from stone tears that fall from their inhabitants

people who dont like happiness
should be shot
with a balloon of course!
because balloons are happy

Friday, October 8, 2010

CK: Question 17

Does anyone still read these? Well, if not, theres only 5 or 6 left, so they'll be over soon. Theres been some inconsistency in the posting I realize, and hopefully that'll change soon. I definitely will be posting some writing this weekend, of my own original stuff, not another question. Maybe I'll write something new, or find something to talk about. Anyhow, heres another one of Klosterman's questions.

17. You are sitting in an empty bar (in a town you’ve never before visited), drinking Bacardi with a soft-spoken acquaintance you barely know. After an hour, a third individual walks into the tavern and sits by himself, and you ask your acquaintance who the new man is. “Be careful of that guy,” you are told. “He is a man with a past.” A few minutes later, a fourth person enters the bar; he also sits alone. You ask your acquaintance who this new individual is. “Be careful of that guy, too,” he says. “He is a man with no past.”

Which of these two people do you trust less?

17. Well, theres three people here besides myself. And how metaphorical are we talking this past thing here? Because if the fourth man had no past, then he wouldn't really exist, so the two men are the second and third guy. And what kind of pasts are we talking here? The soft-spoken acquaintance might be a nutcase who speaks in tongues. This is probably much harder than I'm making it but I'll continue. What do I have to trust these guys for anyway? Not stealing my drink? Do I have to make friends with them or something? Why does this acquaintance have to be so cryptic????
OK I'll just focus on the past/no past thing. I would trust the man with the past less. Assuming his past is something to fear, then we have already established him to be a bad guy. He is a scary dude whether his intentions were good or not. However, the man with no past has nothing to lose and could probably use a buddy as well as someone to be loyal to.