A world of nonsense

Poems and other things and more things beyond that

[the-best-nonsense]

There’s no logic, no sense,

no academic peace of mind.

How does a ship sink

when everything is going right?

Now I spend my nights alone,

at a table set for two.

I wanted all the love you breathed

But I don’t think I wanted you

[the-best-nonsense]

I drown myself out

Cherry-stained fog,

The road is clear

But it’s here the next second.

One wrong step

Walking through it

And you’ll never forget it.

I’ve been made

To wander

I’m designed

To strike out on my own

This fog has made

The path feel smaller

And clouded the wide

Space I have to roam

So

I’m running ‘til I’ve found a place

Where I can see

Clearly

I need some higher ground

Now

I’ve been running and I’ve found some space

Where I can hear

Myself

I’m never coming down

[the-best-nonsense]

Broken Kaleidoscope

I’ve been searching for

You in

strangers

Hoping I’d find

Myself

Along the way

I’ve been talking to the moon

Hoping I’d stumble back to you

These nights are

Different

But I still feel the same

[the-best-nonsense]

I’ve been having dreams

of you and ink and paper.

Handwritten letters fill my head

each one

your breath your touch your whisper.

And while I’m sleeping

I can read them.

With each morning they away

leaving me with

ink-stained fingers

and a longing to remember.

How one letter can contain you

sleeping on my shoulder or our

fingers locked together I

won’t pretend to know.

Perhaps that is why

these letters still alude me -

the words they contain

do not exist yet.

[the-best-nonsense]

Morning shave with a straight razor

Shaving soap between both hands

just a slice

and a dab of water.

The ritual of every man

learned in the

mornings from his father.

Foaming soap slapped on each cheek,

early dawn as

the sun rises.

The blade is new, just changed last week

it cuts and

his grip tightens.

Smoothly, slowly, a new face emerges.

all clean and free of darkness.

The morning glow alights the room,

softens all his hardness.

The man goes out, forgets the shave,

but remembers

as the day ends.

The hairs were trimmed, but did not die

beneath the

surface they lay hidden.

He knows he’ll always

use the blade

But will never be clean shaven.

[love-the-person-you-are]

“Sunset 22.10.16”

[the-best-nonsense]

Walking to work on Sunday morning

Head hung low

No point in looking to the sky

I hardly notice the rain pouring

Each rain drop’s

The sound of time just passing by.

They say keep your

head down,

work the hours

put the time in

Save your checks,

don’t spend a

dime ‘til you’re

sixty-five.

I’ve been

asking myself what the

hell this life is

The only answer

I can give

is that it’s

mine

[the-best-nonsense]

Everything we love is about to die, and that is why

everything must be summed up with the high emotion of farewell in something so

beautiful we shall never forget it

- Michel Leiris

[the-best-nonsense]

I searched around and

Found myself an ocean

I fight through crashing waves

of cheap perfume

She drags me under and

I’m sickened by the motion

Come up for air and I

realize she isn’t you

[the-best-nonsense]

I wish for the days

sipping tea

in the morning light,

our world

all blankets and

each other.

I wish for the moments

to stretch

into years as we lie

and I feel your cool shins

against mine.

I pray for your fingertips

on my cheek

so I know this is real,

so I can pull you close

and we can delve

into fantasy

- “11:11”

[the-best-nonsense]

My dreams no longer scare me,

and that’s what scares me now

I contemplate being ordinary

And I’m alright with that somehow

Fireworks exploding

As I rub my eyes

It’s 2 a.m. I’m working

Preparing for the rest of my life

[the-best-nonsense]

Just begun

The mountain cannot

reconcile the rain.

It pounds and drips

- carves sluices -

even on

seemingly

cloudless days.

Putting up defenses,

keeping it at bay,

the stone it tries

to keep itself

from crumbling away.

Day by day its face grows bright,

as trees and flowers grow,

most of the water

kept away

as their roots

take hold.

The mountain is victorious,

it’s newfound bounty is

so glorious.

It seems to be

the rain

has lost this fight.

Or

Has it dripped

and fallen

all these days,

hoping that just one

Of its drops would

feed a seed, the seed

that would flourish

in the sun.

And seeing the lovely

life it’s brought,

the rain,

it knows

its work has just begun.

[the-best-nonsense]

Machinery

Robots break down in the

presence of tears

Those soft fluid things don't mesh

well with the gears.

Those cold, efficient beings with

functional parts

Working for one purpose don't

have time for hearts.

But one of these days

when the power runs dry

And the metal is left

to the dark

Perhaps the machines will

understand then

The need for a human with

a beating heart.

[the-best-nonsense]

For your sake and the earth

I beg of you,

Exhale your passion

Flowers need breath to grow

And maybe yours,

With its effervescent magic,

Will give rise to a new taxonomy

[the-best-nonsense]

Your darling's hollow,

but he's full of loving echoes

I think that's why you

Love him so.

He'll tell you what you want,

never gives you what you need.

You'll lie with him tonight,

stare at the ceiling.

And the whole time

you'll ask,

"What's become of me?"

P K N

[the-best-nonsense]

I wish I had the energy - P K N

[the-best-nonsense]

My blue coffee cup

is far too hot to hold

I slip it in a cardboard sleeve,

but still my fingers burn

I succumb to the caffeine depths,

with each sip my teeth are stained

My veins are full of life,

but my cardboard cup is drained.

And tomorrow I will have another,

just to get me through the day

"No room for cream or sugar"