Monday, December 29, 2008

sloppy ketel

I am the thunder clouds that trace the sky grey.

When day ends, I am that slide from skyline to mud.

The shift from today to tomorrow.

I am windless and your fingertips, as they tap dance your name across your thigh.

The morning after when all you want to do is forget.



I am the checker board pattern that decorates your shirt.

The glint in a gasoline soaked puddle.

I am in Mr. McGregors garden sampling the lettuce.

I am ears pricked, tail high.

I am hot desert.

I am hard wood floors, scuffed from steel boots and roller blades.

I am trash cans too full.



I am scraped knees.

I am the snake that taught you how to bite. Let you believe it would all be ok.

I am the one who danced with you in slow sunrise.

I am the forgetful mother, the detatched father.

The empty bedroom, the "don't worry its just a phase".

I am your heartsick daughter.

I am your laughing goddess.

I am the smell of diesel fuel, ob rubber boots. I am the peacock who lost her eyes.

I am a harpie, loud laugh and bare breast.

I am cold.




Yellow handle bars and mustard.

I am tomorrow and the day after.

I am never again.

I am "Please give me one more chance"

I am "It will get better"

I am "Its nothing personal"

I am a semi precious stone.



I am the dry leaves that crackle under your toes.

I am. I am. I am.

I am the crowded room that you must give an important speech to.

I am the empty glass, the yellowing skin of your favorite aunt.

I am a cigarette butt in the back pocket of your jeans.

I am frantic.




I am closed for a private party. I am up too early,

and out too late.

I am too late. And its too late.

I am the rationale that you use to believe its too late.

I know the bartender in these parts.

I gave a bartender a joint in these parts.

I am these parts.




I am the "on" switch

and the "off" switch

I am the "Attention Shaw's shoppers: Shaws will be closing in five minutes. Please proceed to the front for your final check out, and please, have a good night" switch.

I am banking on this idea and shutting the door.

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