Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • Some customers were discussing

    As they do amongst each other

    How we’re in for a warm winter

    All of us!

    They stated gladly.

    You know they were talking in the tone of approval.

    Approval of a warm winter

    In Canada mind you

    When the ice caps are melting and it’s falling around our shoulders and they said this gladly like

    And who were they kidding

    It’ll be warm and wet.

    But let me tell you

    No mindfulness of where we live and our cold winter

    Bless me I live on the west coast but

    Having a cold winter should be a sign of a healthy revolution of the planet safely around the sun

    Where we are anyways

    So far this year the trees seem to have forgotten the important part of this time of year is dropping what is most important and taking a long nap

    At this point there’s no hope for us really

    Maybe if God or Jimmy or some other omnipotent someone

    Spoke to all of us here in the places causing the problem

    I wonder how many would need to see consequences to not change everything

    Maybe that’s why there’s no God

    Maybe that’s why The Watcher doesn’t say words

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  • Maybe I’m too blunt

    Saying Jesus has no time for you and me

    But it’s probably true

    Unless you’re trapped under a bus or something

    But also Jesus seems pretty ineffectual

    Less like a miracle and more like a friend who sits with you through it all

    Not like a saviour

    More like a guy trying way too hard

    They never seem to mean what everyone hears

    Thousands of years of telephone

    Humans really are no good at this

    Maybe I’m too harsh

    Or really not harsh enough

    I just don’t think

    They have time for us

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  • I still find myself thinking of you

    Like when the subject is you

    It’s you

    Ah what a stubborn heart

    How it still looks at you and beats I will never know

    But I come alive when I think of you

    Like my body forgives me for a moment

    If only I could only look at you again

    Just see you and know your every move for a moment

    We would never dare ask more

    But we want it with both our souls

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  • It’s something new so my mind grabs hold and

    Thinks and thinks and thinks

    And

    What if it all goes terribly terribly wrong?

    And how do we make sure not to make the same mistakes

    Don’t get attached

    Be attached

    And it flies on forward like

    What could go wrong though?

    Think about that for a while

    I said I was good with change but what I meant was

    Change is agonising up until the moment I realise all the agonising was in fact for no reason whatsoever

    Oh if only I had a mind like everyone most everyone some people

    That didn’t worry and chew and stew

    I wish for a mind like that

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  • Wouldn’t it be weird if one day we all hear this booming voice say

    Hey everybody I’m

    Let’s call them Jimmy

    And it turns out there was a… God/dess

    But they became disappointed with us

    And we’d been collecting dust on a shelf or something

    And they lost it in a bet to Jimmy who was super keen to try to set things right on Earth

    So they set about teaching how to help the poor and how to fix the way we live and how to love one another

    They would mandate acceptance and discipline isms and ists

    Wouldn’t it feel just a tiny bit invasive?

    Just a wee bit like now no one had a free will at all

    Sometimes I wonder why the god/s/dess/es do not speak

    And then I think of how it would feel if they did

    Perhaps our only hope is the watcher

    Whoever stands voiceless beside and doesn’t move a muscle and does move the threads but doesn’t weave their own story

    Dread if I could hear them

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  • I have this feeling like I want to say something

    But I don’t know what it is

    Something life changing?

    Am I frustrated with someone?

    What do I want to say?

    I feel like if I say it nothing will happen

    Maybe I just want to say I’m lonely again

    Maybe I just want to feel reassured

    Try not to feel like a failure at 30

    Needing to be reassured

    Like a child

    Will parts of me always be a child?

    Like I’m stuck simultaneously between adulthood and a wide eyed brand new human.

    What if what I want to say doesn’t have words?

    Like how I’m feeling right now

    Very half…sideways… overwhelmed…

    Or something similar if there is a word for that.

    And I want someone to notice and

    I feel so awful asking for help

    But help…

    Maybe I have so many things to say they’re getting stuck in the bottleneck of my voice

    Which doesn’t come out because there’s so much

    Too much

    To say

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