Poetry

Okay, so I've been attempting poetry. Mostly because my big brother Calvin is an amazingly talented poet, and I think that'd be cool. So I'll post some personal doggerel, I'll probably have to put in the kind of work he has to ever be as good as he is but hey, this is my blog right? I guess these both stem from my childhood, I hope I'm not ripping you off too bad Calvin!

Catching a Cold

I grew up in the desert
Sagebrush, black mountains, you know the kind.
Rain comes occasionally, usually violently
Kids sprint outside to play when they can.

Wet embrace of a sweatshirt
Hair plastered, bone shivers means a good time.
Mom tries to yell patiently, but never quite silently
It seems like she couldn’t but she understands.

She raised you in the desert
Clouds look like death but the truth is sublime
It goes back anciently, seems to be piracy
Rain stands as God if you’re on his left hand.



Scouting for Food

Mid-November sun shines but doesn't warm a thing
My own heat trapped in a forest green jacket keeps me alive
Searching for sustenance, makes me hungry

but hey, I get donuts at the end.

an endless subdivision
Smack of sneakers on the sidewalk, hop the bush,
good this one's already on the porch, makes it easy
Jared's slower than I am so far,
but he keeps getting the old ladies

We all need someone to talk to.

Steam breath comes faster, face hot, panting as
the food we're looking for stacks higher in the back of the green van
"Ma'am did you get our flyers last week?"

The other women told me how cute I was.

Sprint back, that was the last one
the seats were taken out for the food so our knees all rubbed together on the turns
Hop out in Albertson's parking lot next to the big semi-trailer
Hundreds of other bundled worker bees doing the same job
One last load before those donuts.

Never wondering who all the food was really for.




Well I hope you enjoy, I should probably stick to prose but oh well. This was fun.