google says:

23 Aug

google says:

you are the nearest living relative

of people you have never met

and aren’t even sure exist

google says:

wouldn’t you like to buy a new pair of sneakers?

or if not that, maybe a new pair of speakers?

before you check your powerball numbers?

google says “Hi!” and wears a party hat

and always remembers your birthday

but google says you’re gonna die anyway

in all sorts of horrible ways

don’t know which way to turn?

google it, go out for cigarettes

even though you don’t smoke

and never, ever return

 

 

such as it is

22 Aug

and oh yes i love you

such as it is

a nip here, a tuck there

you may not know about my love

you may not think it’s there

but it slithers out deep within the night

like a slip of the tongue

it is there

like a brush, a glance

a half hidden dance

oh yes!

such as it is

standing here

not knowing what to do with my hands

i really must say that i love you

such as it is

awkwardly

far greater than i

21 Aug

i am tethered to forces

far greater than i

like a supersonic hornblower

setting fire to the sky

all i can do is hang on tightly

feeling as though i’ve been torn

into tiny little pieces

and beaten by an angry mob

i yearn for peace

but it’s out of our hands now

it is what it is and we have to see it through

to the end

i feel tired but i must carry on cheerfully

ignoring the broken bodies piling up

the trash fires and the horrible noise

come what may i am tethered

to a force far greater than any of these

 

what to do

20 Aug

what to do

on a day like today

when nothing seems to work

and everybody you meet on the street

is a jerk, with their dog and their phone

stepping out in front of you like

“i know i am but what the f*ck are you?”

huh?

exactly

what to do when it makes no sense

to draw another breath

but of course you do

if only i could i find something, anything

sweet and sassy like on HBO

but no

more of the dull and the drag and the dingy

what to do? take another step, breathe in, breathe out

and write a poem about it

 

a happy guy

20 Aug

i wish i could be a happy guy

God knows i try

I put on the right kinds of hats

and I have the polka dot tie

why aren’t I a happier guy?

these red shoes just give me the blues

I think I may be happy sometimes, though

but it all passes so quickly before I can know

and the unhappiness lasts forever

I would like to be the life of the party

but to tell you the truth

it’s a lot of hard work

being a happy guy

it can take a lot out of you

partying day after day with a grim determination

to be happy

so maybe being glum isn’t so bad

no, that’s not it. i still want to be happy

happy happy happy

don’t you?

 

why can’t i get a rise?

20 Aug

well i poke and i prod

i tickle and run away and giggle

i dance and i prance

make funny faces and you don’t even glance

i step on your toes and untie your bows

i shoot rubber bands

but you don’t even see me

i can’t seem to get a rise out of you

come on! just one little rise just for me

you seem so distant you could be an alien

or an angel

i wish i could climb inside you, walk around

and take pictures

see if i can figure out just what makes you tick

why can’t i get a rise

outta you?

(just one little rise, i won’t tell nobody, i promise)

you know i’m kidding, right?

20 Aug

ok, so when i say you’ve been living alone so long

your head’s not right, and heart can’t handle the strain

of being intimate with a woman

you know i’m kidding, right?

i don’t think you’re strange at all

just another lonely old grandpa

oh, that’s right, you don’t have kids so

how could you have grandkids?

and if you don’t mind my asking (you know i’m kidding, right?)

why haven’t you ever married, why aren’t you more like me?

dreaming the American Dream

hey, you know i’m kidding right? I like freaks and geeks

i feel as though i am a kindred spirit for those square pegs

shoved into round holes, but you aren’t really taking this seriously

are you? I didn’t mean to put you down when i said to buy a doll

to keep you company on those cold nights

i’m just kidding

you know that

right?

 

with each touch

14 Aug

with each touch

my hands become a magic wand

sparkling with a sudden awareness

of what may become

with each glance i see enough

to see beyond the veneer

and i go inside myself

seeking safety and finding none

i must reach out my hand

and touch

for that touch is a healing touch

which gives life to a sad world

everything took too long

13 Aug

i can remember standing around in the hot sun

and my ankles itched and my dad and my brother

were prepared to spend an eternity talking about

horses,

the way they smelled, the rough feel of their mane

and how they snorted when i’d pet them

and their poop

everything took too long

i was anxious to go to the Dairy Queen

get my dilly bar

they even had cherry ones

and back then those dilly bars were huge

i can’t remember if i got that dilly bar or not

but even if i had, it wouldn’t have been the dilly bar

of my dreams

nothing ever was because everything took way

too long

i thought i would never ever grow up

and have everything i ever wanted

and guess what?

i haven’t

 

i yearn for a phonograph

12 Aug

i was putting on a pair of spectacles

when i realized i already was wearing a pair

the previous pair helped me to see afar

but i needed to see close up

i feel as though i am in a place where both

near and far are not near or far enough

i yearn for a phonograph

a radio with a dial that lights up

something with grace and style

made out of wood

and so i bought such an item

only to discover that the wood was cheap

and the turntable was plastic

the dial on the fm only radio did not light up

although the whole thing was made to look

like every old man’s feeble dream

they even named the stupid thing a Victrola

i’ll still use the damn thing, because i am

too lazy to return it and who knows? maybe it

will be ok, maybe i just yearn too much

i have a phonograph now and yet i still yearn

for a phonograph