Clouds crawl
in
loosely affiliated
shadows,
steamy across
the dirt roads
of abandoned houses.
A reminder that
life
goes
on
and ultimately
the planet
doesn’t
give
a
damn.
Tag Archives: Poem
Wetness
It’s the sound that
wincing makes
As I rip up carpet
and other
various flooring in
this
old
farmhouse
Waiting for the rain to start
And the rain to stop
Pages curl
And
wetness
dries
Just as slowly
As it means to.
Zero
The husband
of my girlfriend
said today
“Your relationship
is where God
divided by zero.”
Because if
opposites attract,
then we are
truly repulsive.
And yet…
we write
love letters
penned in smirks
and sidelong glances.
Smile
Make for me
All the mistakes
Of youth
And impulsivity
And we shall sing
And dance
And yearn
As the rains
Cross our brows
And stain our lips
I shall smile
While your eyes
Crinkle
And you laugh
At my attempts
At poetry.
Communication
If you want to communicate effectively, you have to be very clear. If you want to communicate artistically, the rules are a little more
confused
lost
sideways
sidewalks
sliding down
broken dreams
run for your life
if you ever had one
and ever will.
Stopped Clocks
Stopped clocks
in forgotten places
Daylight savings time
Saves them not.
Quiet rooms
With forgotten memories
Writing them down
Saves them not
Stopped emotion
With forgotten tears
Wiping them kindly
Saves me not.
Rexicorn 