I rationalize cheating on crossword puzzles
with the thought that, well,
how else do you learn?
I have learned
to read upside down
[I'm slightly distracted today, because I've also been working on what is, perhaps, the cutest poem I've ever written. It's a companion-piece to a poem called "Enemy-Love" that I wrote about 7 years ago so it cannot be 30/30'd, plus I have grander plans for it. It makes me very happy. But you should still enjoy today's poem as if nothing ever happened.]
Who says law can't be poetry?
The structure of The System
can be a lattice like a stanza;
a climbing tower
for roses to climb.
Both law and poetry
claw with those thorns.
Both are in the business of devastation & remediation;
law seeks to make you whole,
and poetry struggles to make you real,
contemplate the quixotic grail
of an easy, higher truth.
face east and west.
face north and south.
I spin from source to source
re-calibrating with the sun.
This day fades out backwards black
and will not fall forward
until these month-mouthed mountain tunnels
to the plains.
He held my hand like it was a flower;
he smelled it before he kissed it.
Nuzzled each finger
like it was a petal.
My arm was a perfect stalk,
waving in the wind of his caresses until
it grew down to make the flower clench
like a venus flytrap
petals enclosing around his hand
to grow him up strong and tall
and move his face closer
You're all so
we must treat you
flock to swarm around you
honking and trumpeting
with glossy pretend
then gritty surprise.
We know you as character
and slipped from silver
you have some petty wisdom
that allows us to see you
above all others.
Logic dictates you are
Logic is at home playing chess.
I have come
to start rubbing my ear-lobes again.
the ratio of
comfort to clouds
from summer sun
to blinding gray wind
and the promise of rain.
Constant rain, constant rubbing.
Touch I can feel and hear.
Habit an aural anchor
for fingers surfing soundwaves
gliding on foam of
smooth like a shark.
But I only have
one row of fingers
and if you bite them off
they will not be replaced.
Whoops. Didn't get home until midnight, so posting a few minutes late...forgiveness, please. But this happened mostly because nothing I wrote today was up to even the somewhat lax standards I'm holding myself to for this 30/30.
None of these poems are edited (but perhaps one a day next month?).
So the best thing I came up with today were a few silly little couplets, so here they are and tomorrow is a new day.
I think I've broken all the rules
though I meant no contravention;
will you still condemn me
despite the dearth of bad intention?
I'd hoped to make you laugh, you see,
I never wanted pain.
Your anguish had been haunting me
so I vowed you'd rise again.
Imagine discovering Stonehenge!
Imagine if you and your friends were walking along one day
and you were the first ones to stumble upon it?
You would just smack your face with your hands
and shiver and shout in leaping ecstasies
because big things happened here.
Some ancient people built this,
how the fuck did they build this,
with such limited technology
as they were sure to have had?
Was it aliens?
This thing is massive
you move into its center
approaching each monolith
and wonder at being
dwarfed by its size.
Every time you do this,
it is astonishing.
Now you feel humbled by the hubris
that led you to walk within it
and so you light a fire and stay for the night.
You feel you should wait for daylight to cross its threshold again.
Dawn finds you shaken but alert
your people springing out from between the columns
thankful to find themselves still in their own world.
Rushing away from the area
you feel its presence behind you,
so you sprint to civilization
to have a drink
and spread the word.
I didn't understand.
It happened during Ms. Morrison's first math class of the year,
my first sweet taste of algebra,
and I didn't understand.
They let us all out early and so
I walked into an empty house,
to find every channel
but cartoon network
was carrying the same reality show.
Even watching it over and over
until I couldn't stand it anymore
and switched to the cartoons
I didn't understand.
I saw an attack on our shores, yes,
but the magnitude?
My thought was;
doesn't this happen every day?
This happens every day around the world
and it's at most three minutes on the news.
Three minutes of rubble and screaming
and maybe an update tomorrow,
and then it's gone.
So why is it such a big deal this time?
Just because it's happening on US soil?
Even in 8th grade
before any of those planes ever left Logan,
eighteen miles from my
cold-edged desk seat,
what I understood
was that we were not invulnerable.
We were a part of the world
and we were people like other people,
both hated and loved.
I knew we were not invincible.
So while I was saddened and scared
ten years ago today
my worldview did not fill up with fear.
Why was everyone making such a big deal
out of essentially the same story they only
clucked and sighed at
the night before?
I did not understand.
I still don't.