Today is my 200th consecutive post. That’s some shit blog family…
To absorb the occasion I had a look at my NUMBER 100 post. I remember waking up that morning and writing the
poem I talk about and shared on the day. I didn’t end up posting poems every day like I thought I was going to in 2010… but I’m certainly posting a lot more poetry in general. I figure with the anthology coming soon… my poems will have a happy place to live.
I liked the work I was producing better when I was in the States. I’m sure it was a combination of the culture of New York City and the love and support of my yankee cult members that kept me sane.
Sanity has been a shaky topic in my house lately. I love you all and wish I was in more of mood to celebrate. And like it’s been discussed in other posts, no one likes a Debbie Downer.
Here’s a poem I wrote about how I’m feeling lately…
packing a suitcase with what’s left of what you forgot
i might rather
cut myself into someone
else. or else shoot
needles in my eye.
not
yours.
to keep a composed surface.
maintain sane and blame
me for everything.
because you left.
quick fix.
fast.
speed.
flying forward in
s d r a w k c a B
ways. draw backs.
colour me previous.
exception. your acceptance.
fears about how
preferences
toward topping up a glass.
splashing me with insecurities
constructing your
strength.
i’m stronger than
put downs and ground
drags. so
sllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwly
when you wake up alone
tell me
the way
the air tastes. cold
hearts break in violence
SMASH
don’t call me baby.
i’m al(l)ready
gone.