Random Poetry Thread III

[j4lackey]

TIME MACHINE

 

These words were made possible

By the rain, coming down again,

Cuts to the core, arising back when

It was this time of year,

It was this time of day,

And more than any smell or taste,

Or song you could play,

I remember that lonely bath tub,

In front of the giant window,

Down the block from the pool hall

Breakfast, cheap beer.

 

And you came and got me,

And we got a Christmas tree,

In the rain,

Just like a day years before,

When we got a Christmas tree,

You and me,

Maybe the one the cat got in,

Maybe it was the year I got

Yesterday and Today,

And that tiny guitar.

[j4lackey]

WOOD GRAIN

 

So take this golden moment

And place it in a nice wooden box

With small metal corner braces

And put it on a shelf next to your heart

 

And forget about it until you

[j4lackey]

SEMICYCLE

 

The twisty black zags of the shadows this night

Fall east and slight north from the maples so still.

Pools of sharp silver in the grass between branches,

My heart beats wildly, Tom Waits

[tapmyglass]

Please Take Off Your Shoes When You Come In

 

where I live the snow mixes with the salt

and nothing is clean after december

the song of the birds is replaced by silence

 

morning comes later with no one to wake you

 

every morning I wake

craving something to come

however I know that there is reward in the wait

sun and warmth the prize for hibernation

[j4lackey]

DAYTIME

 

It's not hard to never see you

Having such fun on the 5:15

Trembles on by in cold steel enclosure

Used to these jolts, no eyeballin

My soul.

[tapmyglass]

that was the first time that Grace ever wanted someone

down in the basement of her friends house listening to old records and smoking joints

falling in love with him

he had called her the gypsy gal

told her of the fortunes she could bring

her wildcat charms

she knew he wasn

[Party @ the Moontower]

not so much a poem..but what pops out of ones brain after a Wilco show when a lot of Iced coffeee is consumed without sleep.

 

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[MattZ]

#17

 

When I pick up a book of poems,

I always flip it open

and set up camp

where fate meets my thumb.

 

I refuse to allow myself

To be drawn in on page one

Or to be left solemn at the last page.

It is contrived and dishonest.

 

Whatever qualities make a poem first or fifth

in a collection make me squirm.

Whether I can identify them or not.

This calculating omnipresence is haunting.

 

Reading a collection of poems in order

is like turning from Oregon to Pennslyvania

in your Rand-McNally road atlas.

It doesn

[Big Perm]

A Goat, A Goat

Wearing Orange Floats

Oh What can this Goat Be?

 

He helped a Young Man

Find his lost Can

Right or wrong, a Man is He

[Calexico]

Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud,

So good you can't believe it's screaming with the crowd,

Don't sweat it, get it back to you,

Overkill, Overkill

On your feet you feel the beat, it goes straight to your spine,

Shake your head you must be dead if it don't make you fly,

Don't sweat it, get it back to you,

Overkill, Overkill

 

Know your body's made to move, you feel it in your guts

Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name if it don't make you strut,

Don't sweat it, get it back to you,

Overkill, Overkill

[Lammycat]

I think I just took a pill

So we'll stop and breath in the leaves

Watch them change again

They'll breath again.

 

To hold that hand of the other

Maybe a Sunday

Maybe while switching bed sheets

The feelings between.

 

Old face

Old hat

Old tricks

 

When sideways is the same as right-ways

There's time to spare.