I know I write a lot of poetry on this blog. Sometimes I fucking hate poetry. I’m not going to rant about that topic however, since it’s almost as boring as the act of reading someone else’s poetry (ok maybe not always). Rather, I’d like to bitch about people.
People, why are you/we so whiny and bitchy? Stop being such whiny, bitchy whine-whines and start being A) Nicer to your fellow human beings, B) Less judgmental towards every other person besides your goddamn perfect-self, and C) Less fucking douchey.
I feel like for the most part I’m a pretty nice person. I know there are a shit-ton of things I could be doing better, but I try to be courteous, responsible, responsive, and thoughtful. Why is it that so many people don’t seem to have the time of day to look you in the eye and listen to you when you answer a question they asked?? Look me in the fucking eye! I am a human. You are a piece of shit for not recognizing and acknowledging that. Is it an adult thing? A California thing? What the fuck is going on? Am I a total loser? Can someone please clue me in?
(To all the awesome people: keep kicking ass).
I am the age of a woman I know
I am a blessed strange feeling that grows
Small choirs in tune stay hidden & still
The depth of shadows, the secret, the thrill
Breaking off a bite of an apple unbitten
Yielding songs & stories & poems unwritten
So falling in knowing & seeing past why
The curl of my hips, the strength in my thigh
Some lessons await
A slowing basking sun
I climb down in haste
From tidiness undone
tucked into a river of solitude
doubt cascades around me,
shooting straight from the dense red and
in search of a finer way night shouts
a more clearly thought-out last resort,
a screeching beacon in my reflection.
a slow flow flips the currents
upside-down and so here we are:
I, bare toes burying in a wishful sinking.
you, loping up an invisible mountain.
same voices, opposite gravities