Hostility is excellent fodder for poetry

"faculty- men"

The wood grain on the door looks like a raven's skull-
two cynical hollows for eyes
and a sharp beak-
perfectly symmetrical- a haunting coincidence.



authors note: I worked for two years at Havre High School in Havre, Montana as the In School Suspension Supervisor. My room was affectionately referred to as "the pit"(more for the way it descended down into an ampitheatre than anything else, but it did lend a bit of foreboding to the room which is always good for ISS). Across the hall was the faculty Men's room that the students were required to use while I watched the door... the door had a pattern from the cut wood that looked - well, like a raven skull. I spent several hours of my life staring at that door. I thought it warranted a tribute.)

"Loss of..."

When it becomes a chore
I baulk- I shy away.
When did it become a chore?
When did the warm honeyed
creativity cease pouring into my brain
and out my fingertips-

It used to be effortless.

APathetic (September 08)

Content to remain content-
A bland meal, but sustaining-

I want to burst off the page
vibrant
tangible.
I want to be the word spinner that makes a phrase
run though your mind
again
and
again.

I want to be heard
but I need to first have SOMETHING to say

Until I break free from the
"I'm-fine-busy-with-stuff-a-little-stressed-out-pretty-happy-I guess-"
Until I am either euphoric or miserable
I find it hard to create

which to me means I am no artist.

To my own - unnamed nemisis

Envy. That old ugly dog comes wandering around my door again-
And although I shout for it to leave
it has curled up at my feet.

And as much as I recoil at the smell of wet fur and rotten breath-
I nurse the mutt, scratching behind its ears.

Such a waste of energy. I know.
But still, it is easier to feed it than it is to chase it away.

Your name isn't up in lights yet-
I know, I've googled you-

My name- generic as it is,
is everywhere- but not my face
or my words

just a thousand other "me"s
struggling to be the one that makes the name ring familiar.

It's not the fame I'm after-
I just want to catch a ride into the future
before you

But instead I give the dog a bone.

Some thoughts on Energy 9/15/08

Positive Energy

What is energy anway?
A fountain of some unseen force-
bubbling up through the veins -
it radiates out of the fingertips
the ends of the hair, the soles of the feet

Energy: a fuzy, magnetic haze that cushions the body-

I imagine some great spinning contraption within-
sparking the energy, sending it off in all directions
snapping.