Reflective Poetry.

Oh my past.

Comprehension
circa March 2007

Blue.
And the street
And his shoes
Are black.
They're new
And they smell so strongly
Of leather
And cardboard
And salesman.
The heels are firm
And eat the pavement.

Green.
And his shirt
And the bird
Are white.
He missed a button
And tucked it in too fast.
And the bird doesn't notice.
And the bird wouldn't care.
And the surrounding sound of his song
Sends sirens through the park.
And the criminal runs.
And the old lady gets her purse back.
And the fortune cookie
Breaks.

Orange.
And the heat
And the sweat
Are colorless.
As was her smile.
And he would use a simile to describe it
If one were comparable.
Now it's like a blackout.
Clear the stage.

Clear is a word
In the English language
With many possible rhymes:
Near, here, fear.

Queer, isn't it,
How you can not understand
The ending?


TELL me that brilliant alliteration doesn't make your heart skip a beat. Haaa.


Tea Shopping

You laughed at my insanity
And pulled me close and kissed me.
There was something exciting
About your kissing me in public,
Despite the lack of witnesses.
I didn't know where it was,
On what shelf or on what aisle,
And you didn't either,
You were just happy to be with me.
My fingers pulled at my hair
And I ground my teeth in frustration.
You put your hands around my waist
And hugged me from behind. I smiled.
We had a discussion about the word "steep,"
And how you let it "steep," not "seep."
You worked in a coffee shop,
So this was often a topic of conversation.
I avoid making it because it reminds me
Of the day we bought it.
I avoid making it because pretense
Is not a blue state.