11/27/2006

small poems..?

Leaves?
like spent plum years fall,
I fall I love the plum leaves.
I love the Autumn love.
I love your smile.


Do you like entertainment?
do you like the intellect
so sorely lacking
everywhere you turn,
spin, reverse throttle?
am I not like clashing symbols?
take what you can of me
be what you can in me.
I want nothing
I am nothing
and your reflection must seem
bright and shiny in my worn smooth soul.


leave me only dignity
that is my request
I demand nothing from
anyone
asking only this.


You
dishevel me
with
your shiny
shiny shiny
eyes.


Feelings are not
the reality of consequence.
a mistake that nearly everyone makes
at some point.
reality of consequence is truth, pragmatic
or otherwise.
feelings are merely fuel
not directions.
I may love you like
a lovely waterfall loves gravity
but I am simply a humble cosmic spirit
taking only what
the universe makes available
having learned the harsh folly
of asking more.
I am only
the product this night of
much Merlot
swishy wishes
and years of love gone bad.
It's enough to make a man explode
if there was enough flesh left to
even sing
a tiny little tune.
in unison.


for you,
you deserved a better blog
perhaps
but this is all I have tonight
the drink,
the fact that that my heart has
misshaped itself like and injured trapezoid
of late.
all that.
look,
you've had some damn fine poems.
and who knows what words the future conjures
tepid field mice
banging bitter booming bells.
piercing butter knives
but sleep
and dreams await.
goodnight.

dammit I almost said
that one thing.