Sunday, May 10, 2009

poem for dan

poem for dan 


i’m in a fine mood 
it's 12:30 
on a Sunday afternoon - 
May 5TH, 2009 
 
the spring sun is shining 
the cacti in the window are blooming 
and I just took a shit 
that made me feel 10 pounds lighter 
and 10 years younger

I step into my roommates room 
maybe he wants to join me on the porch 
for a cup of tea… 

his door is open 
but his room is vacant 
nothing but ghosts 
silence 
defeat  

but wait… 

smiling up at me 
from a cardboard box on the floor 
is a neil young with crazy horse album 

tea 
eggs 
sourdough toast 
sunshine and crazy horse on the porch 
yes, yes  
a fine way to start the day.  

I grab the album 
open the case  

what the fuck.  

what the fuck. 
what the fuck. 
what the fuck.  

what the fuck.  

no neil 
no crazy 
no horse 

inside sits the postal service* 
smirking up at me 
with a shit eating grin 
made of drum machines 
boring pop keyboards 
and nancy boy lyrics  

fuck you dan. 
fuck 
you. 


*i'm sure these boys are noteworthy musicians of superb merit, but it's just not my cup of tea...

sunday best

sunday best


tom waits sounds best
on vinyl,
everybody knows this

just as dark haired girls
in white dresses
look like tigers
in the springtime

cheap white wine tastes best 
on a sunday afternoon
as the dogs sleep in the shade
and the strawberries bloom

and words run best 
from the fingertips
to the keys
across the page -
like a virgin's tears on prom night -
once the bottle is empty.