Sunday, May 31, 2015

American Sentences (more will be added as I think of them)

The rain pours from the skies above but my eyes are only on the screen.

Overweight dads shout at their children, who scamper around the base paths.

Superheroes fight on streets in New York in front of my popcorn eyes.

 Crisp twenties forked over from parents buy cheap vodka on Friday nights.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Riddle

It falls
when prompted by a human
and spins up
when prompted again
sometimes however
the human's beckon
does not result in ascension

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Murder (assignment)

When the blade,
the crisp, cool, silver sliver,
has been pressed hard enough
to break through to the other side - the living side
and the warm red
spurts like an Arab oil well
trickles down your arm


a great sense of relief will sweep over you
burying you like a tsunami of sleep
you will be too exhausted for regret
that will come later,
and will stab you in the gut
will wrench out your intestines

but for now 
all there is to do is rest

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Pass (Charm Poem)

I slide myself to the edge of my couch
fists squeezed
eyes focused on the bright TV screen
every bated breath edging your
shining, silver Mercedes racecar
another inch closer to the one ahead
every tensed muscle pumping the pistons faster
my furrowed brow
guiding your steering wheel
and holding the pedal to the metal
until you have passed
the bright red Ferrari
in a flurry of sparks and a roar of the engine

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Hi

You sit there,
huddled in the corner,
hands wrapped about your knees,
tossed aside, like that Ford GT remote controlled car
with "Working Lights!" and "Longer Distance Driving!"
that I pestered my parents for endlessly
and then sat motionless, collecting dust,
never to do donuts or race wheel to wheel
down cracked sidewalks.

Instead, it's the paint-chipped Matchbox and Hot Wheels
who chase each other
through the city streets,
my oldest friends,
who shout over the din of the lunchroom
about which is better,
Star Wars or Indiana Jones,
who I usually yell along with.
Yet today,
I can't help but watch you,
downcast and alone,
and wonder if I should go over
and say

"Hi"