tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837516.post-1166571401365473122006-12-19T17:30:00.000-06:002006-12-19T17:36:41.366-06:0011/27/2006<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>small poems..?</strong></span><br /><br />Leaves?<br />like spent plum years fall,<br />I fall I love the plum leaves.<br />I love the Autumn love.<br />I love your smile.<br /><br /><br />Do you like entertainment?<br />do you like the intellect<br />so sorely lacking<br />everywhere you turn,<br /> spin, reverse throttle?<br />am I not like clashing symbols?<br />take what you can of me<br />be what you can in me.<br />I want nothing<br />I am nothing<br />and your reflection must seem<br />bright and shiny in my worn smooth soul.<br /><br /><br />leave me only dignity<br />that is my request<br />I demand nothing from<br />anyone<br />asking only this.<br /><br /><br />You<br />dishevel me<br />with<br />your shiny<br />shiny shiny<br />eyes.<br /><br /><br />Feelings are not<br />the reality of consequence.<br />a mistake that nearly everyone makes<br />at some point.<br />reality of consequence is truth, pragmatic<br />or otherwise.<br />feelings are merely fuel<br />not directions.<br />I may love you like<br />a lovely waterfall loves gravity<br />but I am simply a humble cosmic spirit<br />taking only what<br />the universe makes available<br />having learned the harsh folly<br />of asking more.<br />I am only<br />the product this night of<br />much Merlot<br />swishy wishes<br />and years of love gone bad.<br />It's enough to make a man explode<br />if there was enough flesh left to<br />even sing<br />a tiny little tune.<br />in unison.<br /><br /><br />for you,<br />you deserved a better blog<br /> perhaps<br />but this is all I have tonight<br />the drink,<br />the fact that that my heart has<br />misshaped itself like and injured trapezoid<br />of late.<br />all that.<br />look,<br />you've had some damn fine poems.<br />and who knows what words the future conjures<br />tepid field mice<br />banging bitter booming bells.<br />piercing butter knives<br />but sleep<br />and dreams await.<br />goodnight.<br /><br />dammit I almost said<br />that one thing.POETICUS MUNDIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602559936476616574noreply@blogger.com