The hunter didn't kill her
But the Japanese did.
Crossing the street at Center and 9th,
That little Toyota Camry
Bent her legs up over her head.
She lay there in that man made bed,
Until finally she was bled.
Arbitrary Fame is based on my personal concept of definition. Definition is innate. It is a silhouette on the horizon. Definition comes in many different ways. Some are personal and only we, ourselves, understand them. Other forms of definition are dependant on our interactions and relationships with the people around us. I am a brother, a son, a friend, and a writer. These are my writings. This is me.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Stand Back
They all go, but I came home.
Their encouraging words accompanied by a smile
Turned to pointing fingers and hesitant hellos.
In this mess caused by my premature
Appearance and marred by what ifs,
Lies a crowd of unmet expectations
Here my heart resides but cannot rise.
So stand back a foot or two,
I wouldn't want to stain
Your crisp white shirts
With my tears of
Ineptitude.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
A Flake
The January wind cracked
Spreading the crystallized air through
Bare
Deciduous trees and empty playgrounds
High above
Condensed vapors cling
Before they fall
Like a thousand angels
Fighting
An expired war
Far below
Shuddering branches whisper
To a tattooed
Playground tube
Here comes our blanket
Spreading the crystallized air through
Bare
Deciduous trees and empty playgrounds
High above
Condensed vapors cling
Before they fall
Like a thousand angels
Fighting
An expired war
Far below
Shuddering branches whisper
To a tattooed
Playground tube
Here comes our blanket
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