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January 5, 2009
Hold them little one, tightly
won’t you, my suffering fingers –
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, you are hardly here
with me and I have no time
to explain – it is not the shade of olive trees
that streaks your sunless face; it is not
the red poppies of Palestine I see blooming
there in your breast and I don’t know
how to speak what I wish – that it stung you
to feel my salt as I push these eyes
against your ragged jaw, that you’d
scream the agony of your torn body
as I pull you to me and curse my clumsy
mistreatment of your sagging shoulders,
the shattered glass of your mouth,
the splintered concrete of your bones –
if only you would, I could pretend anger at you
for bleeding on your best shirt, my shemagh
tucked under your head.
Hold them little one, tightly
won’t you, my suffering fingers –
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, I am hardly here.
Hold them little one, tightly
won’t you, my suffering fingers –
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, you are hardly here
with me and I have no time
to explain – it is not the shade of olive trees
that streaks your sunless face; it is not
the red poppies of Palestine I see blooming
there in your breast and I don’t know
how to speak what I wish – that it stung you
to feel my salt as I push these eyes
against your ragged jaw, that you’d
scream the agony of your torn body
as I pull you to me and curse my clumsy
mistreatment of your sagging shoulders,
the shattered glass of your mouth,
the splintered concrete of your bones –
if only you would, I could pretend anger at you
for bleeding on your best shirt, my shemagh
tucked under your head.
Hold them little one, tightly
won’t you, my suffering fingers –
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, I am hardly here.
Literature
Preoccupied
You come to me in
fits and starts,
moments stolen
between projects,
minutes spared
from more
important things.
Are you really so busy?
Or is it something more?
A fear, perhaps, that
should you taste
me too deeply,
the hours will spin
away beyond your
ability to catch them?
That your thoughts
will no longer heed
your rationality?
No? Shall we test it then?
Today, give me your
undivided attention -
just one day with me
in a quiet room
among clean, scented linens,
October breezes
fluttering the curtains
as bright morning slides
unnoticed into afternoon,
shadows growing unhurried
toward night.
Now, tell me again
ho
Literature
A Day In The Life
A Day In The Life
It starts with a whimper,
Rather than a bang
Everyday begins,
With extreme pain
Three cups of coffee,
Four cups of tea,
Followed by hot chocolate,
It really satisfies me
Gotta give the love,
To both of my girls
The cats wander aimlessly,
While their tails they swirl
Head out the back door,
For the days first smoke,
Some day soon,
I'm probably gonna choke
Reading and writing,
Extreme gaming,
These are the things,
That make me happy
Eating cheesecake,
Well into the night
Strawberry swirl,
Makes me feel alive
Talking to you,
To all of my friends
The damn phone's ringing,
It's my mom again
Holding my
Literature
haikuwrimo - July 2008
1st July 2008
an evening
of wandering moths
and I, the moon
2nd July 2008
shadowed deer
one glance away
she is gone
3rd July 2008
new girl
in the office
oh, a ring
4th July 2008
twilight - damned electric fence
5th July 2008
sudoku evening
rain batters
against glass
6th July 2008
midnight's windchimes
dreaming of scissors
7th July 2008
pouring rain,
how many have sheltered
beneath this oak?
8th July 2008
all this rain
and still the grass
is golden
9th July 2008
eight o'clock
the maintenance crews
in convoy
10th July 2008
dropped sandwich
the five second rule
unbroken
11th July 2008
day off -
staying in b
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Palestinian Arabs are terrorist. They are killed Israeli civillians.