118 Looking for something I've never seen

(Today’s been another sticks-and-stones day) 

I fold my bones against the lashings of the wind 

I wonder if after the storm I’ll find you in the quiet, 

And in the hollows of your throat, 

In the recesses of your heart, 

I will find an alcove in which to hang my own

And take refuge against the rain. 

I was confronted by a most ferocious rainstorm today when going home from a consultation session and felt all alone and vulnerable, particularly when my brand new umbrella decided to fold itself against me with a rather defeatist squeak. What else to do? I wrote a poem.

84 An Artist's Temperament

She will want you to leave her.

She glories in the pining, the chasing,

Then the loss, the suffering, all the while:

The state of non-being is all the more beautiful to her.

They say to be in love with an artist is to be immortal;

But that immortality is a perpetual estrangement,

A constant demarcation of what you are

And what You are as an ideal to be written about.

She will say, “I like you better when you are not around;

I like you when I think about you,

When I dream about you,

But not when I open my eyes

To find you there.”

15 Poem: Strange Things

Strange Things

I wish I were adept

at this kind of thing

to write you a song

or a poem, perhaps,

if that’s trite enough for you.

 (where is this going?)

I hope you know every-

thing you say and do

drives me into a frenzy

of hopeless analysis

(I used to think a+b=c

But you’ve turned my whole world around)

I can’t list out every-

thing I like about you

impossible or improbable

but look! There’s the weekend gone

and a 5 on my quiz;

I hope you’re happy now. 

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there's another one! i really need to clear up my files more often

14 Poem: Finding

Finding

You’d think

In an island as small as this

I’d bump into you

Somehow

But the serrated lines

Of my train map

Seek to separate us

So I am continually searching

In circles

And lines

At opposite ends, at my wit’s ends

You’d think

In this day and age

It’d be easier to arrange

Serendipity. 

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in trying to locate some personal files, i stumbled upon what might be one of my best pieces of writing in some time...