Friday, August 16, 2013

Note:

This blog is going on indefinite but temporary hiatus for various reasons, some of which involving other projects on which the writer must now focus. The writer will start posting poems once again sometime in the future.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

97. It Shouldn't Be a Promise

It never mattered how many
times you could
repeat my name, nor how
many times I came upon hearing, but
it mattered how you
said it, whether I came willingly
or as a promise is kept,
and whether or not

any of this was right.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

96. does it matter

you know there are matters to
be discussed, things to
talk about; why
are you pretending them into existence

why does it matter then

Monday, August 12, 2013

95. A Curious Thing, Fate

I’ve never quite been one to
believe in superstitions, least of all
the ones people invent for themselves,
but
the precise way our
lives have wrapped around each other,
led on by a series
of coincidences has made me
consider that
some sort of foreign luck has made it so and
that we’ve been
wishing to some unknown spirits of
our own design, and perhaps
maybe a few
stars
aligned in such a way so
that

we’d tangle into them and into each other.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

94. A Failure

what a [funny[ thing this is,
a house that was meant
to burn (as soon) as
built and
            that doesn’t really
            take the blame for its bricks
            and whose
architect signed in the cornerstone

anonymous

Saturday, August 10, 2013

93. A Mends

We could, you know, take any
chance to make a/mend a
couple passing fancies that we never
stretched out [be]for[e]

            Could you now, could you really
            reconcile yourself with something
            heretofore nonexistent?


{my, the world’s an amazing place}

Thursday, August 8, 2013

92. isn't it

you know even the stars in
the sky couldn’t save you now not
even if you asked them
and promised them the entire sum
of your potential

because nothing really is going to
save you now
nothing you can look at or count on

            it’s just you and the empty dark now

            isn’t it