Poems from My Day (5/19)

i wrote ten of them. you know why.

My dog led me along a thin and narrow path.
I followed her into the deep woods, into rivers
Under trees, I followed her.
We walked up a hill steep and narrow.
She yanked my arm,
Shot into the brush,
And brought me out a little squeaking groundhog.
I followed her while she buried it,
Then we went back to the car.
We had such a lovely time.

She told me I have too much personality. These, hand brush, are cookie-cutters,
Like those boxes that only change from beige to brown,
You, you have too much you in you.

If I wanted to,
I can find all your secrets. Anything you’ve tacked up.
It’s all still there.

Who’s gonna pay for this?
Look at all this damage.
You did this to me.

Tried a new place where the old Thai place used to be, had good drunken, sloppy, noodles.
I wanted to like it, for the spirit of the thing.
They showed off the same dusty black candle boxes, the same Vishnu painting with a mint tint.
The noodles were gummy and the chicken chewy.
I started singing Joni’s “don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”
And I didn’t laugh at someone else’s joke. I’m still going through my, I want to be stoic and not laugh all the time phase.
My cheeks hurt now when I smile.
Their sweetened condensed tea wasn’t bad. One day, I’ll be on time. I’ll find the place I love and it won’t close before I’ve had my fill.
Too fancy philosophical for closing Thai restaurants? Yeah, I thought so.

I drive over the limit when I’m surrounded in traffic.
But when I drive at two, after a Saturday of whatever it was,
I go the 55 exactly. I’m accountable more to myself than to the waves, then, I suppose.
I hear as my car starts to struggle with the second switch, my second switch hasn’t worked since I have to be exhausted to sleep.

One of these I wrote for you, you know.
I’ll give you a hint. It was a love poem. Not that I write a lot of love poetry, or good love poetry, or good poetry at all. (I’m not fishing, don’t send me things, you butts)
I just want to talk with you. But I don’t know how to get you to open your instructions.
And if you do start talking, I don’t know what to say. I’ll say something to make you go away again. I always do. Then I miss you.
You said that to me once. I missed you. It made my day, you know? No you don’t.
I’ll be flying with my fancies over this way. Belittling myself again.

I had to tell a story about something fun I did with my best friend from childhood. I couldn’t think of one.
And I started telling it and got that feeling of being boring, and made it worse.
I trapped myself, then got mad at being trapped, then made myself stuck.
We must have done something that was nice, that I don’t associate with embarrassment, shame, penance and disgust. And now I can’t think of any gleeful memory.
They’re only happy when I’m in a certain mood.

So, then, big power in my mind.
I just get the one, then?
She gets me. She’s smarter, and funny as hell, I want to write down everything she says,
Mystical magical.
Same soul.
I just get the one though? I need another, please. Where do I fill out my form?
I’ll get on stage and recite lines for you. I want someone to know me.
Someone I’m not scared to hide the sections of me I only tell the dogs and strangers.
I tried to give it to someone else, pushed it, dropped, stained my floor, still there now, part of the furniture.

I’ll never be good enough. Enough for me.
The competitive me wants more.
The styrofoam container kid in church, says you work for goodness.
But I still take comfort, sometimes, in thinking that the meek have something.
We’re supposed to get the Earth. I think I have that on a magic card as manna.


12 thoughts on “Poems from My Day (5/19)

  1. Periodically Demented

    #4 in particular. Very cleverly done.
    #1 for the switch at the end. I like the way you’ve developed that style and it brought back memories of one you wrote about a boy who was just like you, so you thought he was a flake. That had me and others I told laughing for a few days.

  2. personatus50

    1. Recognized the reference to
    Please congratulate me.

    2. I know how it feels. I also have too much me in me. Or too much you in me? Or me in you?

    3. I’m scared.

    4. No, you did this to yourself. See
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1esLO03fRg (fan-made video after E.S. died; I hope someone makes one like that for me after I go…)

    5. Wow. I like Joni’s “Big Yellow Taxi” too.

    6. Whaaa?

    7. OMG, how I wish I was the “you” here…

    8. If you look at yourself crying in a mirror, you cry harder. Oh, and this also works with yawning.

    9. Wow. Maybe put a carpet over it?

    10. You can be meek and still want more.

    1. some bad plankton Post author

      1. Felicidades
      2. It’s “me in me” from your perspective. I think.
      3. You should be. Yes, you should be.
      4. Well, that was sad.

      7. Sadly, I’ll never tell the “you” this exists.
      9. You’d make a terrible murderer.

  3. personatus50

    “And I didn’t laugh at someone else’s joke. I’m still going through my, I want to be stoic and not laugh all the time phase.”

    I know a girl just like that. She’s making me feel bad.

    I hope her cheeks also hurt if and when she smiles again.

  4. joellemaxx

    hey– i love this. reminds me a lot of the writing I do when i need to work through thoughts, days. looking forward to reading more =)


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