Thursday morning

I’ve got open doors that knock
like opportunity


and balls that puss out
like a prelude to regret.

Wedsnesday morning

cloud watching

the clouds we are watching look like two forms coming together,
closer and closer,
then melting into a puddle
and the satellites,
which we took for stars,
speed with the earth, right by us.

being careful means doing much less than I like.

Tuesday morning

Amber sun rising on Sheppard

who can know
the color of the sun rising,
the taste of rhubarb,
the contents of a yolk,

what’s creating us,
what holds us together and keeps us apart.

What earthly presumption to man the cosmic everything

Monday morning

August’s passed.
July’s passed.
September’s almost gone.

sometimes I think that
the paths on my map  are as constrained, trafficked, and painful
as bra straps that cut deep into the backfat of heavy girls.

Sunday morning

when you leaf through the wanteds for her,
or her,
or her,
breakfast is the headline of your day,

and breaking your yolks in the pan
is like losing a friend in a knife fight

Saturday morning

make that ‘who’

only homework, hamburgers, Doom 3, beer, bus rides, 2am, brunch, juggling, showers and a new girlfriend

can fill the donut hole
you ate through me    

my poetry class assignment - a poem using only words from a bathtub ad

positioned easy

we are Sixteen.
models offer you a comfortable Standard.

you dream, you are perfect
and we feel the hours slide

we couldn’t dream of a lifetime satisfied
or strategically draw a Design;
we are an endless Sixteen.

this just in!

a lack of pronouns is making my poetry assignment hard.

Friday morning

I have
corn bran
sweat pants
soy milk
a one beer hangover.

poem co-written at reading

My Family

The best thing about my family is that my mom likes her tomatoes overripe, but I like them orange, so I get to pick them first.

The worst thing about my family is that my dad gets drunk and brings home waitresses.    

First

I went to a CASE reading tonight.
That's an open mic night sponsored by an english students' association.
I read a few poems and the crowd was digging me I think, but I was a lot more nervouse then I expected and I chickened out of reading my last two which were the ones I really wanted to read.
So, I'm doing this to attone for that regret.
It is my endeavor to write a poem - or at least a fragment of one - everyday, preferably first thing in the morning.
That's all.