Lust (part one) & A List
Lust Part One
The dining table is set
and the silver and stemware
wait with a shine
that hurts most
the eyes
that will not see them.
uninvited.
A List
For my birthday
I want to tell them (with a slow Scottish accent)
How I do not deserve their friendship
but appreciate it anyway.
That I am a simple man.
That I wane and wax.
That I do "indeed" feel older.
And that I wish I could be more
available for confrontations.
To smoke a small pipe packed with sweet & sour tobacco.
To tell them I regret I cannot read every book recommended to me.
And that I regret I have not liked all those I have been recommended.
Describe my growing stacks.
Read the names of the books that build those stacks, aloud.
Read them passages, and take silences while sipping Drambuie,
between (hopefully) only sighs of releif.
I want to open fortune cookies handmade by my lover.
I want the fortunes to teach me back to her.
I want to suddenly know all the words that soothe.
I want to finally understand what I can do to live less broken days.
I want to be forgiven for my transgressions, of which there are many.
I want to feel forgiven.
I want to be quiet.
I want to give back what I have been given.
So much, so much I can't say how much.
The dining table is set
and the silver and stemware
wait with a shine
that hurts most
the eyes
that will not see them.
uninvited.
A List
For my birthday
I want to tell them (with a slow Scottish accent)
How I do not deserve their friendship
but appreciate it anyway.
That I am a simple man.
That I wane and wax.
That I do "indeed" feel older.
And that I wish I could be more
available for confrontations.
To smoke a small pipe packed with sweet & sour tobacco.
To tell them I regret I cannot read every book recommended to me.
And that I regret I have not liked all those I have been recommended.
Describe my growing stacks.
Read the names of the books that build those stacks, aloud.
Read them passages, and take silences while sipping Drambuie,
between (hopefully) only sighs of releif.
I want to open fortune cookies handmade by my lover.
I want the fortunes to teach me back to her.
I want to suddenly know all the words that soothe.
I want to finally understand what I can do to live less broken days.
I want to be forgiven for my transgressions, of which there are many.
I want to feel forgiven.
I want to be quiet.
I want to give back what I have been given.
So much, so much I can't say how much.
posted by name at 11:53:00 AM
5 Comments:
am fine, i need another poem. from you, did i say that already?
I had no idea you had a poem to begin with or that you wanted a poem or what a poem you might want might look like like you don't say. (?) Say again?
am fine, i think these are poems you're posting. and not one for quite some time. since winter?
and all poems look like yellow umbrellas to me, no matter what anyone does.
Here's the thing, there are lots of new poems, they just aren't here. So, these aren't really poem poems I don't guess, cuz I didn't mean them necessarily to be but more like poesy notations. There are indeed poems since December, just not here here. I have posted a newish poem up top. Shalom?
shalom.
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