you texted a very
simple thought
"it's life you know"
i started to type
and backspace and
type and delete
again and once more
then...
i just stopped
just sat there
with nothing
nothing to say
nothing clever
no insight
no whimsy
certainly nothing
deep or profound
nothing at all
to convey
i just sat there
the sound of
one mind
doing nothing
idling, stalled
on the bay of
eerie tranquility
"it's life you know"
i guess i do
maybe the best
poem i ever read
maybe, probably,
no... for sure
this isn't the can
of slimy worms, nightmares,
dreamy dreams
snails, spiders, leeches
fluffy plush cumulus
lovey doveyness
stalking leopards, gazelles,
warlords, liberators
swords and plowshares
and any number of
scary primal
suppressed urges
that i want to open
a blurry of thoughts
while gently adrift in
the independent sway
of shallow emotions
lapping in counterpoint
to the tidal swell of this
the demotive sea
poeming while
vortexing in this
frozen suburban
misplaced tundra
can't help but feel
my inner zhivago
over and over again
in this bleak new age
more bleak and lonely
in this glorious cold
scribbling verses
well...
taping on a keyboard
trying real hard to
write something
profound, impactful
world changing
but no chance
of that today...
this thing
this thing we have
this beautiful thing
this friendship
this deep platonic
connective bond
forged in our
minds and souls
rooted in our
past and future
incarnations
this wonderful thing
can never ever, uh-uh
no way, ever become
you know, carnal
but, hey, i am just
stupid enough to...
okay then, enough
of these sugary
insulin laced
high fructose
'life is good'
corn syrupy
she or they
hell, all of 'em
are graceful swans
the earthly embodiment
of the ethereal...
eh, i will get back to that
but now, time for
a little rage
rage?
yeah... pissed off
upset, disillusioned
tired of the same old
same old, shit that is
and of what same old
do i dare be ragin' bout?
'tis the fucked up 'leaders'
that have us in
stupid wars
land grabs
that manipulate
way too many of us
to hate on others
to support their wars
their addictive lust for
money and power
more power
more money
no limits
ain't never enough
yeah...
and no worries
not a care for
who dies
who's displaced
no matter
what the fuck
anyone says
after a long, tiring, day
this cold winter night
you fell deep aslumber
on the couch cocooned
in my grandma's afghan
by the warming fire
content and comforted
just watching you sleep
watching you sleep
softly plucking
on karibian's oud
melodies known
mostly improvised
soft, sweet, uşşak,
gentle lullabies while
watching you sleep
watching you sleep
i laid the oud aside
for a notebook
replacing mizrap
with caran d'ache
and penned this poem
feeling soothed and just
watching you sleep
