Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Inspired by Julie's Myspace poem.Because i too, have no life and browse blogs always

If bagels were elegant,
and cassette tapes were anti- war movements,

If windows were plexi-glass;
and rain were merely available with an "on" or "Off" switch,

If coffee were an aphrodesiac and the breeze a pulse,
one coould be enough to satisfy.

If ashes were a comfortable carpet,
and tracks rested imobile enough to follow,

If beer was a bitter birthday.
socks could be enough for public and vocabulary un-nesscary.

If pictures were and could be,
lust could flatter waist bands.

" I flock to Fuggs"- (My friend Lauren)

Real truth from old lips.

time and how it moves,
to be ripped from earth, and considered food.

Memories unflinching cannot be mistreated.
stained floors cuddle to cobwebs,
and newspaper dishware suds on.

It melted.

Caved in resolutions, high with run-on sentenses,
wrong with excitement for roads.

there is a house for the young.

To relish those that know hunger.
if only those dirty sneakers meant magnolia pirate ships .

what is the color of the ocean floor underneath all that sand.

" If You had to surrender one of your senses, which would it be"

First I would take your smile,
and make it the worlds circumference.

Then in your limestone hands,
I would cradle earthquakes and purify balence.

Your feet would become hills of the world,
reaching air and descending upon admiration

Your eyes the botany, become the breeze.

On your chest rests an ocean, a river, a lake.
Your ears the bridges,
connect internal reality to external disguise.