the smile collector

22 Nov

I told the name of this poem to a co-worker.
He thought it was something sinister,
like a horror movie with clowns or something,
but I promised him it was really just about smiles.
specifically when i’m walking to work.
i see these two kids
first there’s this girl.
then there’s this boy.
we smile at each other.
we’ve made it a habit.
it feels like an electric jolt every time.


a dark day with purple clouds

21 Nov

i slip into the library,
climb to the second floor and
find a vacant orange cushioned chair beside the window.
there are about a dozen of these chairs lined up against the window.
they all face the same direction.
I am seated towards the back.
i know its the back because i can see all the people in front of me.
a middle aged man is reading a coffee table size graphic novel
an older lady is leaned over with head in her hands.
others stare out the window at the street down below. i stare out there too.
it’s a busy street,
a mix of students, workers, and beggars.
i think about a junky i know and hope he’s scored his dope for the day.

getting squirrels to calm down

19 Nov

it’s hard to not notice squirrels.
they behave like they’ve done something horribly wrong.
they look left and then right.
they dart east and then west.
but every so often they pause,
stand on their back legs and hold their paws together.
they look rather peaceful doing it too,
like an old lady twirling rosary beads.
the other day i held my hands together.
i brought them close to my mouth and guess what?
the squirrel calmed down so I held my hands there a while.
i think the squirrel thought I was a squirrel too,
a big one,
but nonetheless a squirrel.
we now have something to go on.

Ode to a clothes line

18 Nov

a long sleeve shirt flapping in the breeze
looks like a straight jacket set free.

Why I like reading my poems to people who don’t like poetry

16 Nov

they know i’m using big words to sound smart or trying to be complicated when i could be much simpler and straight forward. They know it like the smell of a fart inside a car.

messianic mood

7 Nov

any second now

the switchman

28 May

i sit in the bathtub,
not too often,
but the next time i do,
i will watch the water slither towards the drain and
remember that
water wears down everything and
it will do me too.
then after that,
i’ll exit the tub,
dry off,
and cut some vegetables in the nude.

painting by colorsetbrushes

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