brittle light's blog
.
how high is the moon
your guess is as good as mine
I could google it!
how high is high noon
how far is faraway
how 'bout I google it
exactly where is yonder
does anyboby care
I don't know, I google
is there any meaning
to any of this....
SHIT!!!!!!
guess I'll never know now
server's down!
.
I pinch a leaf
of window blind
peek out
dusk or dawn?
three, three and a half days
in a tumble down motel
can jumble a man's senses
you'll have to fill in
the rest of the story
yourself
make it good
she was
.
hard pressed to grasp
a singular sense of language
I seek the key
to best sing my songs
am I a voice of profundity?
"I only know that I know nothing!"
alright, I know
that's been used already
like 2500 years ago
by some really, really smart dude
maybe no one will remember
I could probably slip it in someplace
nonchalantly
"put your socks on before your shoes"
that's all I got
not enough to be crowned
The Renowned Profound Poet
.
crept into love's lane
hesitated, failed to merge
got the cold shoulder
.
careened into love
bouncing, one to the other
total disaster
.
crashed straight into love
got swept away, in pieces
like rotting roadkill
.
doppling
blue yearnings
flickering trails of light
re-exciting lost vision
and wanderlust
heart racing
breath on hold
hearing
"clickity clack
clickity clack"
fading
into the awful silence
of "gone"
then
barely audible
in the far, far distance
a long, sullen whistle
still bidding for my soul
"still thy mind
and hear thy God"
keeps going 'round
and 'round my head
.
write
...write a word
......write something
............anything!
"pelicans are ugly"
yeah! thats cool
that'll do for an opening line
"pelicans are brave"
hold on now!
what the hell does that mean?
let's not get too carried away
forget pelicans
I know nothing about them anyway
I should have just started writing about
how much I don't know about pelicans
in the first place
how about...
"why are pelicans so ugly?"
.
you pilfer
pander
gossip
and slander
you're sloppy
lazy
a "don't give a damner"
you cheat
and lie
whenever it suits
you're a lummox
a brute
a scheming galoot
but I should treat you
with more respect?
sorry man!
what did you expect?
character counts
and you ain't no hero
in my book of stats
you're a pluperfect zero
.
...........Jalopy..........
cruising country roads
music blaring, wind blown hair
backseat full of friends
.
I suffer not
no nightmares
no trauma
nor high stakes drama
no chronic illness
nor debilitating condition
anger is not an issue
nor is hate
nor impoverishment
nor existential angst
the "man " in me is thankful
the "artist" in me feels cheated
but, just so you know,
he (the artist in me)
is also a world class "idiot"!
Pages
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.