Archive for November 2009
for the bedridden
Posted by: pcloeb on: 29/11/2009
it is bad luck that has brought you here
situated between thick white pillows,
legs asleep and tingling.
you should be out dancing.
or at the very least smoking a clove on the roof like you used to,
counting stars and contemplating intellectual things.
Instead, you have an icepack molded to your face,
opiates that make your head feel like
spiders
tree leaves
orange juice [...]
Little Moments
Posted by: pcloeb on: 27/11/2009
I love it when
you’re drunk with
your friends
can’t write poems,
and get laughed at for smirking
when your friends burp
over warm tap water
masquerading in a plastic
bottle that you’ll throw away
in the morning.
Dandelions
Posted by: pcloeb on: 22/11/2009
Feeling stupid
Doubtful and fierce with regret
Caring like the leaves on the trees blew just for you
Two
Killing time
Breaking your heart
That stupid girl
Makes you feel so worthless
But
You pick a dandelion for her everyday
And think about her perfect smile
As you blow the petals into the wind
Soft wispy whispers of a wish
Goodbye
They are gone and so is she
Strangers
Posted by: pcloeb on: 16/11/2009
These two strangers, now lovers, sit at his desk together, and are laughing again; perhaps they’re meeting really, for the first time. Except now she is wearing his t-shirt, backwards and inside-out, and he is quick to pull on the tag, just below her warm, blushing face that wants to kiss him again.
He is sitting [...]
Brief Moment
Posted by: pcloeb on: 16/11/2009
She sat on the edge of his couch drinking a bottle of water while he filled out tax forms. She yelled out things to him about the book she was reading and he looked up at her, “You’re cute,” he managed.
“What?” she said, the way old people going deaf often ask, yelling, with one hand [...]
Grass Blades
Posted by: pcloeb on: 13/11/2009
At night sometimes, we’d sneak off to tongue-kiss
in the middle of your mother’s sunflowers .
We never got caught but sometimes I know that even
in the dark you were embarrassed of me.
Because I am not skin and bones,
because you can’t fit your fingers straight through me.
I once told you that I waited so long to ask [...]
Escape Pod 105: Impossible Dreams
Posted by: pcloeb on: 04/11/2009
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I listened to this audiobook short story called “Impossible Dreams” by Tim Pratt while on my drive from Los Angeles back to Denver. It’s a story about passion and love. I highly recommend you give it a listen. Here’s some info from the Escape Pod page.
2007 Hugo Nominee!
By Tim Pratt.
Read by Matthew Wayne Selznick (of Brave [...]
Learning to Love You More: Assignment #42
Posted by: pcloeb on: 04/11/2009
Assignment #42
List five events from 1984.
I wasn’t alive yet in 1984 so it’s hard to list relevant events which directly impact my life. Since I believe we are very much a product of the culture we grow up around, I figured I’d hit up Wikipedia and look at significant events which impacted my own cultural [...]
Cooking
Posted by: pcloeb on: 02/11/2009
in the kitchen,
we have spices.
unfortunate reminders that I only ever cook bland food.
my stomach can’t take that you never
bent me into your accordian,
brush the hair out of my eyes,
kiss me on street corners, my neck, or on tuesdays,
make me breakfast in bed,
let me be the drunker one,
let me be the one who is loved more—
even [...]
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