some quick and dirty love poems
here are four poems that i churned out real quick on love, self love, lack of love, and the desire for love
i am the pretty thing that lives there 08/09/23 08:36 pm between the gaps in the peeling wallpaper, i reside. the crown molding is my laurels. let me rest my empty head, drooping like the flowers we planted last summer in the heat. decrepit and destitute, morose and molting this old house holds pretty things within its rotting skeletal floor beams. the shutters and shingles the peeling skin and old wounds that flake and chafe at the thought of being reopened upon anniversaries. [still i am the pretty thing that lives there] [still i am the one haunting my own bones] [still i am the wound that occasionally won’t stop bleeding profusely in hemophilic fashion] [still i am the house that is collapsing in on itself, like a nuclear reactor or dying star, waiting, wanting to become a edenic garden]
all the same pale fires 08/21/23 08:42 pm burn above st. charbel’s head. the flames lick at the parish. the church of the good thief, imagine that! Dismas burning! and they are fed by the flooding, which rushes in, washing out everything in the pallor of ash. the only halos we will ever have, those soot stains above our failed icons.
pythagorean love 08/21/23 08:23 pm diametrics of failure, what’s a straight line when it never reaches it end? ad infinitum. let’s do the algebra of falling apart. ad nauseum. could cross the globe and never find me other half. intersection or bisection? bifurcation of a bad root. triangulate the odds and ends that are missing from this damn equation that cannot be solved.
on a rainy day in philadelphia i imagine eating falafel in tel aviv 08/10/23 02:13 pm a mist becomes a torrent. inside, safe from the current, we dream of tel aviv, and the weather we will grieve. so, better sunny days we hope to God and praise, to find some good belief, and from the rain relief.