It’s been a while since I last put a post on here… this is largely due to some family problems that I will discuss in a later post; as well as the increasingly mind-frying, time-trying, work that accompanies school and wage-labor employment; in addition to the general problems that accompany being a finite being. I’ve got a number of things I’m working on (including the first short story that I’ll post on here), but until they are complete here is a few short poems:
Shoe Box
I have an old shoe box filled
With all the little notes that were
Given to me by all the girls
That said they loved me
At one time or another
It’s nothing creepy, I don’t read
Them anymore. I know they
Are worthless, promissory notes
Without any promise, debts
Never intended to be repaid
I keep them in old box though,
Each one, carefully lain in a box,
Given to me with a new pair of shoes,
That I can’t fit anymore
Knowledge
I have some
It sticks to
My head like
Chewing gum
But I think
It’s like that
All used up
Theology
Of course we might both agree/ That a god there just be/ But about the shape of the deity/ That is where you lose me/ my mind is made existentially/ You are entrapped in prophecy/ That “will happen in this century”/ i, myself move progressively…/
Look for god unbound/ From dogmatic restraints/ Beyond good and evil/ Characterized by the beating of my growing heart/ i will not be a slave/ To the sayings of any text/ Written in a raving state/ On the walls of an ancient cave or/ Deliriously dreamed up whilst/ Wondering dehydrated through the sands/ Of a land, alive and flush with life/ In its own day