what came before occupation?
purity and atrophy and apathy and
a bit of magic, synaptic surrealism.
our faces as a mirror for someone else.
looking into yours, seeing myself with
sober hands holding a thirsty glass.
longing to see those who have left.
living to see those who have left.
trying to remember a time when
problems were in math books and
shit was in bathrooms.
my life exists in the highlighted regions of
books i'll never understand and
glimpses into houses i’ll never drive past.
stretching my wings, poised and ready,
for my fall from grace.
2.05.2008
empathis
posted by tim at 3:25 AM
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Ugh, SO good, Tim! It seems as if you've found your muse again...because this latest poem is excellent! Far too much time had passed since I was able to last read some of your fine work.
Anyway, first of all, I love the titles of all of your poems. They're always simple, but they seem to have so much meaning packed into them.
I also love the introspective nature to most (all?) of your poetry. It always seems as if you're unraveling different elements of yourself in your poems, and they feel very personal and, thus, very powerful.
"my life exists in the highlighted regions of / books i'll never understand and / glimpses into houses i'll never drive past."
^That was the stanza that gave me chills this time. SO good! Unbelievably good!! Do you even REALIZE how good that is, Tim? UGH! (<-a good "UGH") Your poetry always inspires me.
Tu es vraiment doué, mon ami. Ta poésie est formidable!
"trying to remember a time when problems were in math books"
Ha! I with all of my problems could be answered with a simple formula, but what the hell, right? I guess that's what makes all of this shit we call existence more interesting.
Anways, great poem... you have some serious talent.
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