Tag: poetry

You can’t rush it or chase it.
But sometimes in New York
Peace will find you.

Blast from the Past

Living within the
City’s hollows confined like
Snails into their shells

I am standing here
In front of the horizon
Of why and why not

Blast from the Past:

“What do you want to do today?”
“I want to drive for hours and hours until our car breaks down over the edge of the sunset.
To escape from this world they have built for us.”

Made my resolutions.
Now is the time to go hard
And fail at each one

Blast from the Past:

New revolution
In our random time cycle,
Supposed new me

It is New Years now
I sit here with my girlfriend
I think I’m happy

Blast from the Past:

New Years rolls around.
What is the first thing I do?
Proceed straight to bed.

I must pay my dues
To the real civilizers
Of this world: the ants.

Blast from the Past:

If we are the ants
How do we reach up above
And taste the honeydew?

The ozone layer
Torn cesarean section
That the gods peer through

Blast from the Past:

A prairie full of streams,
Flowers, birds, snakes, and bushes.
Now a factory

I thrive in the place
That you have called a wasteland,
Beyond your confines

Blast from the Past:

I hope you can stay strong
In your fake empire
Atop your fortress of loneliness

Hair stood up, chapped lips,
Foggy brain, drooped eyes, parched throat,
Itchy crotch, moist socks

Posthumous title: Several Days in International Airports

Blast from the Past:

Lines of bright roads on
The dark landscape, like the veins
Of their society

I am a haiku
In search of a meaning to
Attach myself to

Blast from the Past:

I tried including
So much into this haiku,
It had no meaning.