you think about it
afterwards
what you could have said
and regretted
regretted not saying
or knowing that you
you would regret
saying what you did not
both apply
and neither matters
because the words
never passed your lips
Author: crow
I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Southern California.
Poem 20151102
we shrink
like many things over time
the pudding in the fridge
receding gums
receding hairlines
so much retreating
no great tragedy
no funeral pyres being lit
no greek chorus explaining why
after so much being together
so much of each other
maybe that’s always
the case
we get smaller to each other
and the space around us expands
a universal condition
everything shrinks
the clay out of the kiln
the forged metal once it’s cooled
once the atoms slow down
and say to each other
–no need to rush
Poem 20151101
turn off the porch light
and check out how much candy
–damn, they took it all
Poem 20151031
every halloween, the pillowcase
was filled
so much candy
and we had to pour it out on the table
and we would pore over the pieces
look for broken wrappers
and put aside
everything homemade
or open
along with the pencils
toothbrushes
and religious tracts
that explained why halloween
was evil
then the candy was sorted
chocolates with peanut butter
into tier one
other chocolate candy bars
with familiar names
into tier two
chewy candies into three
and then hard candies
suckers
and candy corn into
the pile
that we didn’t care if someone snuck
a piece
the candy would last
almost until the first of the year
and then
out
out
out
and i can still smell
the plastic of the inside
of the mask
held to my head
with an elastic band
that always seemed to break
two-thirds of the way through
the walk
Poem 20151030
halloween party
not a single vampire
–well, this kinda sucks
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Poem 20151029
twin butterflies dance
chimes sound, waves distantly crash
the wind a third partner
Poem 20151028
i saw a film once
a documentary
about someone making
a canoe out of a log
they hacked it with an axe
and burned the inside
with red, smoking coals
smoothing out the shell
when it had cooled
when it had been emptied
and i thought
what a strange way
to make a mirror
Poem 20151027
behind hazy clouds
the bright eyed moon won’t answer
–but i didn’t ask
Poem 20151026
in the white moonlight
the cat’s shadow leaps away
–but where is the cat?
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Poem 20151025
the sheet may as well
be made of lead
heavy and hot
and my limbs won’t move
.
in the dark
only my eyes travel
tracing a flicker
of lights cast by the clock
against the ceiling
.
but with lights
come the shadows
here a hand
there a sharp profile
almost human
.
and always the sound
of heavy breathing
and the weight of the sheet
.
sweat slicks my forehead
my head refuses to turn
from side to side
only my eyes obey
and at the side of the bed
in the shadows
something darker
something breathing
that doesn’t have lungs
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