Unintended Consequences

October 20, 2019 delightedpessimist1 Comment

Push and pull

Out of control

Well let’s go since you seem to know

The way.

Between the click of the light and the start of the dream

When it ends,

Before it ends,

Will you keep me here in your mind

For awhile?

(Hidden away in the pocket of a daydream)

How much is too much to ask of you

I was hoping we could talk it through

Before you’re gone with the morning

Not sure I need to mention it but just to be safe: line five is from the Arcade Fire song No Cars Go, which is sort of what propelled this poem.

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Limerickality

October 10, 2019 delightedpessimist2 Comments

There was a Young Boy whose grin,

Reached up passed his nose and his chin;

A dog saw it spark,

And yelped with a bark:

“Help! He’s drank all the gin!”

Hello. It’s been awhile.

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Empty Space

September 21, 2019 delightedpessimistLeave a comment

I used to cry over the lines

At my ability to draw outside them.

Whether it was pen,

Crayon,

Marker.

My concentration would slip

A breath,

Hairline fracture,

And imperfection would strike again.

So why, after all that,

Do I find myself stuck

Wanting nothing more than to escape

Those lines I tried so hard not to break

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Pumpkin Land

September 19, 2019 delightedpessimist1 Comment

Feverish skin is reigning in

Cool nights start to tame the weather

It’s good to have this back again,

Autumn’s never a bummer.

Even when things are touch-and-go,

(Lost, apart, the “I don’t know”)

I’m able to find comfort in

The scents of fall, the color.

Deep orange,

Cinnamon hue

Toothy grins are carved into

Front-porch friends

Chocolates and,

These ghosts are friendly, now.

Our old memories go out to wander the town

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Habitual Creature

September 12, 2019September 12, 2019 delightedpessimistLeave a comment

What if in the end

They cut us down,

And all that’s found is the rings.

The circles presenting our being

Our our repetition.

The only thing left of our potential

Rotting there in the ground.

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Talking to Myself

September 5, 2019September 6, 2019 delightedpessimistLeave a comment

By the end of Sisyphus Part 4 I didn’t know who I was anymore

Ageless and nameless I melt in the rain

You’re doubting me, timing me,

Daring me to get up again

And is it any wonder when I do?

Do these failings still come as a surprise to you?

In a minute I’m busy.

Some thoughts they surround me

I’m barreling through the rain:

Waiting to be caught.

Wilting under and then growing into the pain

I’m finding you;

I’ll be home soon.

Look for me sighing,

Somewhere under the moon

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Apparition

August 31, 2019August 31, 2019 delightedpessimist1 Comment

I think of things that scare me

Sometimes in the dark of night

A scratching at the window

Is all it takes to switch on the light.

I creep around, keeping watch,

Making sure every bolt is safely locked.

I know it’s a silly notion,

Living on the third floor,

But

Sometimes still I imagine a shape,

Silhouetted beyond the balcony door.