Monday, August 29, 2011

Yes, I am aware.

I realize that there has been a lot of very bad poetry on my blog lately.  I'm really sorry. 
See, the thing is that most of what I've been writing lately has been slam poetry.  The catch is, most of it is only half finished.  What I have is pretty darn good, if I do say so myself, but, as it is half finished it is not ready to be posted anywhere.  So you'll have to make do with the spur of the moment rubbish I've been turning out lately.

Also, just in case you care, I've been writing a lot of other stuff lately.  Paragraphed studies of people and such.  Most of it is pretty lame. 

Also, just in case you're still reading and I haven't bored you to tears, I just got back from a six week vacation.  Actually, I got back about a week ago but that's a moot point.  I went to Africa.  It was... well, it was Africa.  I have different stuff written down somewhere but I'm too lazy to post it here.

Cheers.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Imagining

over coffee, my mug becomes a paper fan
and I am a Japanese lady
with my eyebrows plucked
and my hair drawn back
my face powdered whiter than snow.
I smile, hidden, safe behind watercoloured paper
You cannot touch me.
Imagining, till something snaps
deep down inside
I tumble through the darkest nights
searching through the dustbin in my soul for something real
Windmilling, finding nothing but nothing to break my fall
There's a point now, when, grasping everything around me
And holding things up to the light
Examining the artifacts of myself
I have to wonder
What is real and what is false
I'm a mystery, even to myself

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Back Home

Well I'm back, I guess
From travels abroad
but home doesn't feel like home anymore
and I'm tired
from red eye flights
with movie screens
and airplane dinners
Well I'm back, I guess
from far away places
with sleepless nights
and pristine beaches
and I'm tired
from all the things I've seen
and may never see again
I'm back, I guess
but I'm not ready to be home
I'm not ready to do the things
I don't want to get done
I'm tired
just thinking
about all I must do
Now that I'm back.