The Reprobate Poet
"Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you..."
Thursday, September 16, 2021
23 Emotions: Nodus Tollens
Saturday, September 26, 2020
A poetic sketch on a nocturnal ride...
the soft inky darkness surrounds me...
I mount my bike and the memory of a thousand night's journeys awakens in my body
air on the cusp of cool, whips past,
plunging in to the deeper dark of the park.
the night is full of imagination here,
and memories...
words spoken aloud under a moonlit summer sky,
imagination needs tempering in this singular moment.
interlude interrupts the darkness
and back, amongst the evergreens
they are filming.
Brightness washes away the memories and a surreal reality takes center stage.
reality...
an unusual emptiness in this city,
in this space in time.
raised higher in this urban nature.
the smell of wet asphalt rises up,
golden squares shine out at me.
Others, night owls, as I once was.
Now, I am nocturnal.
I exhale and mingle my breath with the scent of sprinklers...
apartments rise up like architectural drawings
and then disappear.
Draw in the elements of the night...it is made of magic.
Friday, December 8, 2017
23 Emotions: Altschmerz
(repeat)
a record,
the same groove over and over
(and over and over)
wearing a canyon into the vinyl.
same same
our twins "both alike in dignity"
as with you - it is with me (too)
my friend.
in this darkest time of the year,
you nipping close at my heels,
heed not the dark thoughts,
in those extra hours.
o sister
I'm weary of this circle
(as are you, I know)
this dusty groove we shuffle in...
I will blow out your candles this year.
same same
o sister
Altschmerz
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
23 Emotions: Anecdoche
anecdoche
Monday, November 6, 2017
23 Emotions: Exulansis
an inauspicious beginning,
but those who were there, marked the moment.
Words cannot hold the truth,
though the experience did,
at least for some (I believe).
The flatness of language to convey,
sharp contrast to the roundness of reality,
that curvaceous form of being.
Pale powder between my fingertips.
all around a vibrant monochrome,
enveloping us into unity.
But these words mean nothing,
to (aside from that band of few)
exulansis
Thursday, November 2, 2017
23 Emotions: Onism
like an overheated heart.
this, a fluttering, falling noise,
and sensation.
next destination...
(too many choices).
a leap that twists,
catlike, in midair.
a heart divided too,
arms reaching in all direction.
i stand here, the hauptbahnhof of my life,
and wonder...which train?
once decided,
the whirring/fluttering will fade.
wind in my hair and face,
no fear of fomo.
just the desire for more time,
real gold is the beauty in a moment.
onism
Saturday, October 28, 2017
23 Emotions: Énouement
A jagged spike, one of only a few,
in that otherwise arabesque line, of life.
Radiating out from the center contact,
each line, life, moving in kind, ever outward...
...but that one, almost parallel,
the line dancing, a twining counterpoint.
Such sweet melodies...
...and I am here to tell you (your sometime self)
and with such magic.