poetry

just what I needed?*

YOU play to the crowd
the second YOU
get attention

YOU make it easy
it’s a real
trick of
the trade

YOU

slide down like
butter
on a cast iron
skillet

Smooth,
warm,

nostalgic,
definitely

Like
decaf in the
afternoon

“You’re just what I needed”
YOU  imagine they
say

*edited: I had a dream that told me to change all the I’s to You’s so I did.

Standard
poetry

how wonderful

How wonderful to be understood,
to just sit here while some kind person
relieves you of the awful burden
of having to explain yourself, of having
to find other words to say what you meant,
or what you think you thought you meant,
and of the worse burden of finding no words,
of being struck dumb . . . because some bright person
has found just the right words for you—and you
have only to sit here and be grateful
for words so quiet so discerning they seem
not words but literate light, in which
your merely lucid blossomiong grows lustrous.
How wonderful that is!

And how altogether wonderful it is
not to be understood, not at all, to, well,
just sit here while someone not unkindly
is saying those impossibly wrong things,
or quite possbily they’re the right things
if you are, which you’re not, that somone
—a difference, finally, so indifferent
it would be conceit not to let it pass,
unkindness, really, to spoil someone’s fun.
And so you don’t mind, you welcome the umbrage
of those high murmurings over your head,
having found, after all, you are grateful
—and you understand this, how wonderful!—
that you’ve been led to be quietly yourself,
like a root growing wise in darkness
under the light litter, the falling words.

– irving feldman

 

 

Standard
poetry

most things

ur better than most
things
you soft blanket
you smell of burnt
toast

let’s do it
together

forget about
sad nights
in December

and January

and that time
at your mother’s

ur better than most
things
you inappropriate word
you thief in
the night

Standard