1. 1 year ago 

   Found An Old Poetry Notebook…

   A few short ones from it. 

   11/9/06

   I tied the rain into a knot
   And Hung it around my neck.
   With a restraining weight
   Light and real,
   Stopping my body from flight
   While my soul soared
   Above the ground
   Carried by the wind 
   From the mouth of a goddess.
   Breathing into life
   The world of her
   Heart’s sadness.
   The material of hurt
   Personified in the bones
   Of the earth
   Catching joy in the crevices.

   12/5/06

   The days of
   Superman underpants
   Are over.
   And the transition
   Has been hard.
   From X-Men afternoons
   To
   A re-evaluation of life.
   And questions that outpace
   Any answers.
   And there is
   No way
   We can go back
   Through that
   Airlock of time.
   And
   We are already
   Floundering in
   The suffocation of
   Responsibility.

   1/29/07

   Words fall from her
   Mouth
   Like clay pots
   Shaped by the movement
   Of her tongue and teeth
   To roll around the
   Floor
   Sloshing
   Ambrosia on the
   Settled dust.

2. Notes

You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once.

- Robert A. Heinlein

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