Cryptic, Random, Strange, Senseless Poetry
Who influenced you?
They ask you
did you name yourself?
How did you come up
with these complicated stories
about the heart that asks
questions about the nose?
They say you can smell your life
better than you can think it.
Remember when you and I played
on the monkey bars
and we thought we were
important people when we fell
and scraped our knees
and cried the ugly cry for ourselves?
I remember the stink of your red shoes then.
Click, click, Dorothy wants to go home,
ET phones it in.
Big bird sings the alphabet
and you and you and I flip channels.
Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson!
The scent of your cookie dough is better than
when you bake yourself in the oven.
Sylvia Plath, I call you when you cry.
We didn’t know how to cry for other people
then and we never really learned
that we are matter and matter doesn’t die and it does matter.
And we are no different than the stars
that make a dozen mistakes while looking pretty.
You ask me how can a light
be wrong? How can you smell a light?
I tell you, you are a light,
just because you don’t notice the scent, does not mean
You don’t have one.
Why is it that you think you are none?
The black hole even knows
I can breathe it in my nose,
and it has a name, somebody gave it one.
We sat on the porch
watching the firefly’s
rehearsing a ballet in the sky.
We didn’t need to see them
to understand that beauty
can be annoying,
A buzz near your ear.
Or a black fly trying to make it
in a world that hates tiny faces
that have no name.
We plot to kill you and you know it.
I will name you my friend
you are the first to notice
that world is burning down.
You don’t know
You don’t know
how hard it is to smile while
faces and places are all around me
but I barely can recognize myself.
I’m a girl
who cannot see the nuances
I think I cannot fly.
Are you Free?
Do you think you own yourself
or do you see even that as a
betrayal of your freedom?
You cannot own beauty
So how can you be beautiful?
I think flowers in the rain
are freedom and in essence
your pain is a form of oppression.
By nature, by your mind.
I changed my name
so you could pronounce it.
I changed my hair
so you could like it.
I walked to the left
instead of the right
so you would know where I stood.
I am compulsive.
do you think I’m pretty?
Do you think I’m sad?
Do you wonder if I could dance
with you in a garden
of purple hyacinths?
Step this way and that
use your words, see your rhythm.
Don’t trip on the wire
everyone always forgets
about the chord,
in the way of our Wednesdays.
We are always in the middle
Never be too shy to fall down
in the middle of the week.
In the middle of your life,
when you can see forward and back.
When else will you be you?
I was thinking of making sense
that day, when you said you
brushed your teeth for me.
And I didn’t notice that biting
into apples creates our lives.
That we need nothing more
then a fruit and a fairytale
to keep us occupied.
With lies and flies and
and strawberry lips
you kissed me with your watermelon
goodbyes. And the way
you looked at me
I could have sworn I saw the moon
in your raspberry smile.
There is a seed in your mouth
That tells me everything I need to know
about growing a garden.
Slices of orange and the way
I peeled a grape only to feel
its essence in my hands.
I felt dirty that day
And you knew what I didn’t say.
You stood there in the doorway,
singing a song you made up.
None of us are clean
like the dirt that makes the fruit.
We are also made of earth
Even though we don’t know its name.
I sat with the TV on watching a surprise party on a Friends re-run.
Then I turn to you and say, this one is like Golden Girls
and you look at me as if I told you the earth was triangular.
And you say how many times can we watch this episode
before we memorize the ending, know all the jokes.
And I ask you what will happen next.
You say wait until the applause, you’ll figure it out when you hear yourself
in their voices over and over again.
You lit a cigarette that time you watched the Cheers finale one more time.
You said you wanted everyone to know your name.
They don’t. You will have to tell them over and over again.