Crude me

Crude me, who only adorns you with kisses when dead goddess statues of less stature receive more attention.
Crude me, who shares a trope or smile when true beguiled manner springs from much deeper self-expression.

Crude me if crude be my only purpose then
Crude me, who is only as crude as I can be.

The last poem I ever wrote was subtle and sweet:

It spoke of gardens where
cherry blossoms fill the air
with effluvia so sweet as to provoke tears.

It spoke of swamps where frogs croak
and recroak their last serenade
and birds sing their first aubade.

It spoke of complete silence, too, empty and constant,
That gave way to an even emptier, more constant now.

Mere toys

Throw out the keys to closets where
Apparitions haunt you night by night;
Bring out the toys that delight the care
Of youth who never dared to play light.

And as infantile emotion piles and piles
In stacks not-so-neat-placed in corners,
They become, as mere toys, the fables
That tell others the joys of their owners.

L'esprit de l'escalier: answering a friend's concerns

I am not "damned to hell," as you say,
"For not knowing Truth when I see it."
I know not truth to be one thing;
Any truth holds value as long as
appearances bear it so for one,
And every value holds a lesson.

If truth be defined only in limited terms
Why not define it to help us - self and all?
So go out to witch masses and satanic cults,
My friend, if only to learn what not to do.

As for real art, well...

Even stories have come to me in verse. Now, I'm someone who would prefer to write fiction over poetry any day, but a poem seems to flow a lot easier when I first try to get anything down on paper. Here's an example of a story that I would like a lot more if it were written in prose. However, narrative poetry allows for much more freedom than prose:


My friend rolled down his car window to grab some highway air.
In one swift move a stack of pages flew out the window, showering the highway there.
"I lost both great work and sleep," he said to me, since the pages were of nightlong toil, stood for his dream.
He was on the way to show it to me when the wind blew away his story.

Someone passed by it soon after he and did not recognize his work.
If I had passed I would have said, "Hey, that looks like Bryan's handwriting!"
And glimpsed at moments captured on a page, perhaps stopping to read more,
But the bastard who bolted by them unaware must truly lack an eye for lore.

What is this awkward tension that lash
Together muscles of my back like logs?
It travels outward from the spine:
To limp limbs it brings a twinge
That locks fingers around the pen
And falls from the pen onto the page.

My head it shrinks so that
my tongue — worst of all—
Bulges in my shrunken mouth
To shrink my voice as well.

I hear an alarm, should I feel alarmed?

I hear an alarm, should I feel alarmed?
After numerous threats of bombs,
All as empty as the cry "Wolf!"

After the last time something happened
Every inslight gesture of more than two
Warranted alarm; for had it happened
Again no solitary two could bare it alone.

The distress from distress not felt
In the siren which people treat as silent,
Silent since sirens rang them tired.

Haiku # 28

If made a world I'd
Catch all bits of rock wearing
through my steady path.

The Usual

I'll have the usual meal, at the usual table at the usual time of day;
Make sure to call out my usual waiter to serve me my usual cold drink.

like her

Sitting, I bring a cup up to my lips
Let warm fluid enter it in tiny sips;
The thin lid smells like her, so I sigh.

A blog for a creative mind is much like a steam valve for an espresso machine.

Here I will have creative works, fiction and non-fiction, of whatever I am working on or mulling over at the time.

I do not have much to say here; it is my first post after all. I should warn, however, that this blog mostly serves as a fun distraction from my daily tasks. This blog will combine what I should do (productive writing) when I shouldn't do it (when it does nothing to pull my falling grades up) all with terrible upkeep, I might add.

As always with blogs, if you enjoy reading sporadic random thoughts then you've come to the right place. Enjoy!