Sisyphean Toothpaste
I strain in vain
As I fold and roll and squeeze and slide
To squish the toothpaste still inside
Outward for my bristles’ claim
Of yesterday’s eternal game.
It’d be a shame to waste
Any bit of tooth paste.
Tag: poetry
Ice melt
Ice melt
Ears peak to
The sliding melt of ice
Running off of itself,
Shifting the structure in my glass.
Stalling with a Screen
Stalling with a Screen
My own bed is calling
Though I’m busy stalling
With a glowing screen,
So poetry’s seen
On your glowing screen
And you’ll be stalling
When your bed is calling.
Spam Commercials
Spam Commercials
It’s not that I’m not irritated, I am,
But I wonder why I tolerate the spam
That’s broadcasted through commercial breaks.
It’s not the kind that the internet makes,
But its uninvited, untargeted distraction
Generates the same spammy reaction
Unless the commercial gives me something more,
An unexpected gift I’m watching for.
Frame Box
Frame Box
I can’t find the frame box,
The one that locks
Unused frames in cardboard
Indefinitely stored
Until the need arises
To frame those surprises
That are unanticipated,
The ones that created
The pulse for this race
In the first place.
Unorganized and incomplete
I must admit defeat.
I guess I have to accept the blame too
Since I can’t frame you.
Strawberry Jamless
Strawberry Jamless
Orange Marmalade’s displayed
Alongside Grape Jelly to tell the
Story of which jam’s liked most.
But the strawberryless rack’s like a smack
In the face of my naked toast.
Hotels: Miami to Vegas
Hotels: Miami to Vegas
The same palm trees
In a chlorine breeze
Make me want to walk along the sand
‘Cause my mind doesn’t understand
That the hush of the ocean unseen
Is really an H-VAC machine.
Same Space
Same Space
Same chair, same space,
Contemplating grace
In the same chair. Same space.
Same empty echo-ey place.
Inside, it’s the same race
To discover the same space.
Sunrise in Vegas
Sunrise in Vegas
The mountain hovers over dappled lights of nightlife disappearing
As the sun rises with sweeping brushstrokes of drop-shadowed orange,
Air brushed over a jagged silhouette.
The contrast ratio changes with the signs of darkness clearing.
Trees and rocks, barely saturated with the glow of orange
Find their way from darkness till sunset.
The Perfect Thing to Say
The Perfect Thing to Say
If I found that perfect thing too early
Then it would be down hill from there
So I let that thing escape me
And blank out in a stare.
That perfect thing to say
Is even harder to discover
When my foot seems to hover
Right in front of my mouth.
Sometimes I dig myself in deeper
Which tells you I’m a keeper
As I stand in a hole and doubt
I can dig myself out.
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