Apologies for the late hour of posting. And a reminder that I’ll be writing ten poems in twenty minutes for five more days before reducing to a more casual poem writing rate.
I Wrote 10 Poems in 20 Minutes (2:05)
I didn’t talk to anyone yesterday
It came as a shock to speak today
I sounded funny
Odd and cold.
But nothing was worth saying.
There won’t be great ballads written about people
They’ll be written for these ideal ideas of the thought and deed.
Without flaw they’ll stand up tall on pedestals of monument.
Carved without doubt, they won’t be true stories
Not after we have to be perfect.
We don’t get to watch our heroes fall unconscionably
Make mistakes on purpose and suffer as human suffer
In big balls of misery, self-doubt, and love.
I’d like to say I’ve seen it all
Can hear any story
With a nod and a continue on please.
But one slips through.
This time it was a woman
Who let herself get taken
And didn’t seem to mind
All boozed out the next morning
Casually chatting to the girl sitting in the bus seat next to hers
That she just hopes she can wash the puke out of the dress
It was her favorite.
He expected me to cook
For the round pot belly
While Mom wasn’t home.
I wanted to push my barriers and boundaries
Scream at the heavens,
But I have no place to go.
I can’t get myself to move
I say tomorrow
I will do this.
And instead I sit and cry
I can only do what I don’t mean to do
And it has to be drawn out on autopilot
Without the thoughts of my mind.
I’ve forgotten how to have a friend
Because I haven’t seen one in so long
Without an agenda and a laundry receipt
Of all what I should do for her.
I forgot that someone can listen.
I just won’t speak tomorrow
I’ll save myself all the worry.
Put my head down plow to get what must be done.
And finally break free later.
Find somewhere else to put my love.
This must get done.
I don’t want to own these things
That I have to pay to move
I don’t really want
But I can’t afford to keep around
Or buy again new.
I’ll just carry around a watch
Like a monk
And even then I’ll borrow batteries.
But I’ll lose my favorite mug that has a hummingbird as the handle.
I hit my head on the lip of the desk
Fulfilling a favor she asked of me
After I’d just woken up,
I said I’m too tired for this and stormed off.
Hit my head and hurt,
Still can’t control my own body
After all these years.
Singing a song I know all the words to
Keeping time on my wheel
Street sounds as percussion
And pedals for long notes.
That makes me happy.
Singing as loud as I can
Where no one can hear me.
Knowing I sound good.