WORDS ARE MORE
Words are more
than just lettery things
you throw together
just to say stuff.
Words are more
than just lettery things
you throw together
just to say stuff.
Friday, April 10, 2015
NaPoWriMo: 7 April 2015
PANTS PERPLEXION
I am still confused
by the animosity
people have for pants.
If it's irony
it escapes me.
If it's a joke
I don't get it.
Why not just buy
and why not just wear
a more comfortable pair of pants?
I am still confused
by the animosity
people have for pants.
If it's irony
it escapes me.
If it's a joke
I don't get it.
Why not just buy
and why not just wear
a more comfortable pair of pants?
NaPoWriMo: 8 April 2015
THIS GROWN MAN
This grown man
has no wife, no kids,
and does not own a house
or a box of well-worn tools.
This grown man
has tailored suits
and polished dress shoes,
and ties he can tie
without the help of a mirror.
This grown man
can follow a recipe,
cook without burning,
and do his own laundry
without turning white things red.
This grown man
likes his Legos
and movies
and video games,
his comic book soap operas
and his cartoon voices,
his big shoes
and baggy pants,
his books
and his toys,
playing the fool,
or playing on stage
with the seriousness of a daily commute,
but with much less dread.
Home Depot is for props
and ideas are for sharing
and feelings are fuel
for this grown man.
This grown man
has no wife, no kids,
and does not own a house
or a box of well-worn tools.
This grown man
has tailored suits
and polished dress shoes,
and ties he can tie
without the help of a mirror.
This grown man
can follow a recipe,
cook without burning,
and do his own laundry
without turning white things red.
This grown man
likes his Legos
and movies
and video games,
his comic book soap operas
and his cartoon voices,
his big shoes
and baggy pants,
his books
and his toys,
playing the fool,
or playing on stage
with the seriousness of a daily commute,
but with much less dread.
Home Depot is for props
and ideas are for sharing
and feelings are fuel
for this grown man.
NaPoWriMo: 9 April 2015
ABOUT JOE BOZIC
When Joe Bozic writes,
I am reminded of Billy Collins
with extra helpings
of funny
and/or charm
on the side.
When Joe Bozic writes,
I am reminded of Billy Collins
with extra helpings
of funny
and/or charm
on the side.
NaPoWriMo: 10 April 2015
APRIL SNOW, TWIN CITIES
I find I can't be angry
about the April snow.
April is doing what it does.
I live here; I know the risks.
I wear the boots.
I dance the dance.
I find I can't be angry
about the April snow.
April is doing what it does.
I live here; I know the risks.
I wear the boots.
I dance the dance.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
NaPoWriMo: 4 April 2015
SIZES TOO BIG
My heart is bigger than it used to be.
Over time I have grown phantom chambers —
atria and ventricles pumping blood,
giving long life
to a hundred hands holding torches.
My heart is bigger than it used to be.
Over time I have grown phantom chambers —
atria and ventricles pumping blood,
giving long life
to a hundred hands holding torches.
Friday, April 3, 2015
NaPoWriMo: 3 April 2015
SHADOW BOXING
beaten, battered,
badly bruised.
Bleeding from the beatings
we repeatedly gave,
we meekly accepted each abuse
we delivered on ourselves—
corrosive gifts with tattered bows
— taking them as Truth.
If the blows came from another
we would resist more
fight more
rage more
rise more,
but we know best
how to knock ourselves down
until the count reaches ten
and once again we count ourselves
out.
Please be my cut man
and I'll be yours—
always patching,
always healing
always healing
as we go round after round with ourselves.
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