An Ode to my own Laziness
Where do the careless lie,
buried in ease and sloth?
Knowledge, that sleeps, does die.
And the security,
It is the common moth
that eats on wits, and arts, and destroys them both.
Dishes
I stole the fire from the match,
And the cricket from the lizard.
I took the wonder from your lips,
And grabbed the cold from the blizzard.
I look for you
In the glow
But only find
My wishes.
I take my notes
On how to float,
But end up living
with the fishes.
How do you go?
So old and young
Your wisdom wrapped in silliness.
Here I am
a tiny man
always ready to wash
your dishes.
Dancing in Monogamy
I'm slowly drowning in your whispers
Of gasoline.
Your ghoulish face annoys me.
Yet, I am still drawn to you.
Like a fly to the light.
It is painful, the light.
Smith Street, Warwick - no's 55 to 61 Smith Street
Thinking
Dolly Parton at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville.Yet, I am still drawn to you.
Everyday that I see you,
You lead me through mazes
Of poison ivy.
Yet, I am still drawn to you.
My words betray me.
They ignore my instruction
And fulfill their own whims
Along the path to my lips.
By the time they reach your ears,
They've mutated into polite little
Mutterings that dance playfully
In monotony.
I'm constantly rejected.
Yet, I'm still drawn to you.
My Note
You knew I was different;
you just weren't sure how.
You put me in prison
and I want out now.
You told all your friends
like teachers do,
but I wrote a poem
because I think I'm in love with you.
I don't know how or exactly why.
I wish I wasn't and, believe me, I've tried
To fall and be normal and shallow and cruel.
But I couldn't and I can't.