Two Poems from Bogotá
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»What does it feel like to be less than a person? What does it feel like to be half of a whole? What comes after the cards are on the table? What does it cost to put a dream on hold? The first thing I did after you hung up, was I poured myself a drink and that one was good, so I had another…
»I never saw a cloud Not a a single wrinkle in the sky and the thing that cost me everything was just a slice of warm pie Like a blanket in a convict’s cell I clung to you for warmth and paid no heed to warning bells I shrugged all warnings off The day, my foe Against me stood with sharp words and with knives circumstances took up arms for me…
»The wind, once held would lash the likes of knots and turns and rolls and bind the hands of want and need until the love of breathing fades like conspirators under the wing of shade more taut than any family bond Bound! Hold!…
»I yelled instead of singing the other day and it cost me my voice after only four songs. The next day, only a few hours later really, we had another gig at Punk Island. I don’t know how I sang four more songs. I’d Say Nothing I heard a distant rumbling and immediately thought of you. If the end came before we had a chance to speak,…
»64 days ago I fell down a flight of stairs and I argued with myself as I fell through the air I landed on my face and stood up without any pain but I cried inside myself because I hoped that I’d be slain this world is full of tiny hurts they build up just like snow balls and I prayed that all that suffering would stop once and for all…
»We took the Amtrak train to Boston on Sunday. Sarah, Debbie, Kari, Craig, Dave, Julio-jitsu and myself. Kari’s parents treated us like honored guests and fed us delicious cornbread. I limped around on a bum heel and ate suspicious (but free) Chinese buffet food at Howard Johnson’s. I didn’t meet Ben Affleck. My phone died. It keeps typing TTTTTTTTTTTTT, etc. My fifth one in about a year. Now we’re back in the city.…
»I dreamt of you last night. Not the type of dream that children have, or old men have, or even those of teenage boys. Not any type of dream I’ve ever dared to dream before. This was a different thing for a different time. I don’t know quite what it means, but I dreamt of you.…
»I zoned out while taking a shower and this popped into my head: Sometimes I dream of a magic blanket I dream of pulling it over my head and the part that makes the blanket magic is the part that makes me dead…
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