my eyes are brown
yours are blue
that’s good too
this poem needs work
it’s true
I planted seeds
that never grew
I woke up blue
I spilled my coffee
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Author: Pleasant Street
Pleasant Street appears to be stuck in 1948, via a time-machine of her own design
1991
there were consequences, and
there was residue;
1991 was more than our hearts–
It was a shroud, a relic
something to be compressed
and worn around my neck
Monday Random: dog days
- It got mighty hot in the midwest of the states, and, for me, that means near Chicago
- Oh, I am sure it was as hot in other places before and after our heat spell broke, but I guess it was smart of them, whoever ‘them’ is, to alert the public so they keep hydrated and check on loved ones who live alone in highrises
- Does anyone remember this tragedy in 1995?
- Still, I don’t want to be that guy, you know the one
- The complainer.
- Hot enough for you? Haha
I never hated Mondays
like he did
this do-over
this fresh, rain-soaked
village of a day
fireworks
last night’s dog day
in sweaty angry silence
melted into sweet morning
lime tea words
over cups, with a
steamy cover of regrets
and guitar strums balm
we cannot have it back
can we, that sweet
close smell of together
amidst shooting stars–
stepping out of our place
to face the world
again, with secrets
is it me on your mind
when this song plays–
1989 is a meteor
and all our hopes
have got to be enough
to shield us, if
you do not turn to salt
I want to hold you back
replace the air mattress
with a comfy bed
and all your favourite things
I want to hold you back
but that is not what you want
or need
and I want what you want
a boy left home
and became
a man of two shores
Monday random: silence
- I am going to say this right out, right now: I am uncomfortable with complete silence
- The reasons for this are varied, but most come from childhood and are fairly evident by poetry regarding the same. Rephrased: enough said about that.
- This week I was under the weather, mostly I think from allowing myself to become rundown
- Plus after a particularly rough patch, I followed it with a great deal of sugary snacks, which we all have come to know are poison.
- I did not go to the doctor, but I did doctor myself with water, vegetables, fruit, vitamins, sunshine, and colloidal silver
- and sleep, which I am still working on.
- I just can’t get enough, but I am trying
weaving threads
not as complicated
as we like to make it
strangling good sense
we never come out on top
but
the pot is always
boiling
Green promises, and clouds
this oasis
green promises of June
that never miss
robins cardinals blackbirds
on all sides
in four part harmony
and behind
a four lane highway
just as inviting as
this breeze in my hair
welcome
after the hottest part of the day
is past
waiting for
the sherbet-y sunset
to see the moon
create diamonds on the water
I can’t sleep
every thing he said
swirls around
in a foamy mess
like clouds
looks like rain
