Poems For Thomas
Jul. 13th, 2006 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
victormakesart((I won a contest with this one. Formatting was sorta killed though.))
To my Dearest Friend
You took a dive and found it
glittering and gleaming at the top of the pond, right before you surfaced
and it’s the prettiest thing and I’m so glad that it was for you.
And you’re so much happier now, your joy fills the room like a puff of dust that makes me want to smile so large that I sneeze.
He wrapped me up in his arms when he met me and he hugged like you
and he grinned like you
and I think he was you in another form with half of your soul, like a soul mate should have.
Entropy and Science and Mathematicians with tired eyes and hanging arms state that there are more people on the earth now then there were a thousand years ago.
Reincarnation set you two up – with her violent violet eyes – with a shared spirit.
We all have partial souls nowadays.
How lovely it must be to be filled like a bucket or a tear duct.
He kissed your hand and his eyes were like polished glass beads and his hair wasn’t hair at all but a black ocean current then I blinked and he was a person again.
You love him
and you were so nice about it, and you didn’t kiss him on the mouth because I was in the room, but I could tell that you wanted to so I looked down a lot so you could sneak a few in if you felt so inclined.
Way back when, there were only ten people on the planet, how much more concentrated were their spirits?
Did they feel elated like we do, or did they have an extra special place inside their minds that reeled with colors that are more like flavors and sounds that were more like textures, like silk sand over fingernails.
I’m frightened by the enormity of life around me but you made everything simple when the light in your eyes went fluorescent.
I hope you know how much I love you.
“The Best Practical Joke Ever”
I think it would be a terrible amount of fun
to trick a police officer.
I would hold a wild party and invite everyone
with loud music, the whole nine yards
okay, maybe eight-and-a-half because it’ll be
completely and entirely
alcohol free.
Except I’ll have kegs anyway, that I’ll fill
to the brims with either ice-cream or water.
Having both would be an awful thing to taste.
So, I would put it in plain sight, and when the
officer fellow
comes along and makes a fuss about underage
[hiccup]drinking I’ll take him aside.
“Hello oss-if-fer. D’we have a problem?”
I’d slur it for affect and I’d sway like
a land bound sailor. Then
bam!
I’d jump and shout surprise and offer
the nice man ice-cream (or water) and
walk him wobbling wildly back to his car.
“Good Morning”
The sun’s nervous beams
sweep slowly over mountains
waking every bird.
To my Dearest Friend
You took a dive and found it
glittering and gleaming at the top of the pond, right before you surfaced
and it’s the prettiest thing and I’m so glad that it was for you.
And you’re so much happier now, your joy fills the room like a puff of dust that makes me want to smile so large that I sneeze.
He wrapped me up in his arms when he met me and he hugged like you
and he grinned like you
and I think he was you in another form with half of your soul, like a soul mate should have.
Entropy and Science and Mathematicians with tired eyes and hanging arms state that there are more people on the earth now then there were a thousand years ago.
Reincarnation set you two up – with her violent violet eyes – with a shared spirit.
We all have partial souls nowadays.
How lovely it must be to be filled like a bucket or a tear duct.
He kissed your hand and his eyes were like polished glass beads and his hair wasn’t hair at all but a black ocean current then I blinked and he was a person again.
You love him
and you were so nice about it, and you didn’t kiss him on the mouth because I was in the room, but I could tell that you wanted to so I looked down a lot so you could sneak a few in if you felt so inclined.
Way back when, there were only ten people on the planet, how much more concentrated were their spirits?
Did they feel elated like we do, or did they have an extra special place inside their minds that reeled with colors that are more like flavors and sounds that were more like textures, like silk sand over fingernails.
I’m frightened by the enormity of life around me but you made everything simple when the light in your eyes went fluorescent.
I hope you know how much I love you.
“The Best Practical Joke Ever”
I think it would be a terrible amount of fun
to trick a police officer.
I would hold a wild party and invite everyone
with loud music, the whole nine yards
okay, maybe eight-and-a-half because it’ll be
completely and entirely
alcohol free.
Except I’ll have kegs anyway, that I’ll fill
to the brims with either ice-cream or water.
Having both would be an awful thing to taste.
So, I would put it in plain sight, and when the
officer fellow
comes along and makes a fuss about underage
[hiccup]drinking I’ll take him aside.
“Hello oss-if-fer. D’we have a problem?”
I’d slur it for affect and I’d sway like
a land bound sailor. Then
bam!
I’d jump and shout surprise and offer
the nice man ice-cream (or water) and
walk him wobbling wildly back to his car.
“Good Morning”
The sun’s nervous beams
sweep slowly over mountains
waking every bird.
