The Wastepaper Basket

Listen.

There will come a time where my posts will be scheduled in advance. But sadly what makes this blog inherently ME is the fact that most of these posts are made out of explosive, ill planned inspirations.

Welcome to poetry week 2. Maybe this is happening because of poor planning— maybe this is happening because the universe knows you needed some poetry.

I wonder about how honesty would feel

You me and our mother walk into a bar
I’m trying to make you laugh
Playing you with jokes
While you ask
Can anyone bring me a drink
Our mother
Pretends she is not here
Pretends we are not here
Pretends she is not drinking
What’s in front of her.

You me and our mother walk into a bar
And we’ve been trying to find our way out
Ever since

When your life is a comedy, suffering is there for a punchline

When I leave they buy a dog
He arrives and is so small
He fits in my fathers hand 
Wet eyes, round nose and seal fur
Chocolate boy.

When I leave my sister misses me
My mother says
“A soft dog is a soft bandage”
They bring home the chocolate boy.
I am also missing her, but no one
Buys me a dog.

At the time that we were very small
(We’re talking knee-high babes in the wood)
My sister found the world
Very frightening. Which I find understandable.
She would bloom with red
And scream in horror 
Not at the big, only,
But the small.
Ants were a terror.

They used to say
As she would cower behind
The knees, shivering at the 
Wide mouth dogs
That god plays funny jokes
And the only reason she was so pained
Was for a future punchline— if she was 
Afraid of the beasts now
She would someday be a vet
Or some renown dog trainer.

I never understood why
Fear couldn’t be fear.
It had to be funny.

Everyone was surprised
When my sister
Didn’t want the dog.
Everyone was surprised
When the thing that always was
Still was.

Winter ridge

The leaves have shaken away
The bones wave at us on the ridge 
Brown and bare
They do not asked to be polished
Cleaned and cleared away
But they ask to be left alone
To brave the winter

Thanks for reading! See you next week.