Major P's Poems

^ damn i could almost grasp this, but it keeps aluding me, frustrating, fun as a riddle but frustrating

 

My New Laptop

The clock smiles,
Humming as I work away.
The sun blushes
Over my shoulder,
Gazing in admiration
At the screen.

Ideas spill themselves
Down into jelly jars,
One after another.
Oiled metal clicks.
Conveyor belts agree
With my every word.


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yeah, I ordered a new laptop today
the equipment doesn't make the writer,
but it's a nice dream

 

Oh, that was fun. What kinda laptop do you have?
Mine is an elder mac clamshell.

 

I'm gettin an iBook! Perfect for photoshop and final cut

 

Son of a Multiverse

In samples he passed he had seen his place
(Adjusted the mirror and spat in its face)
The beetles who carried him knew his call:
They'd known them all; they'd known them all.

The sound of the sneers he had made his own
Reflected his promises, born into waste;
For too many times had he made it known
How far he would go in his mission to taste.

He jumped in his pickup and hit the road,
Avoiding a glimmer from out of state.
The cry of a snaretrapper eased his load;
The plaster wore off, and a bandage replaced.

He waved a white flag that had overflowed.
The lines were long, and the answers closed.
With his thimble gun and his mind agape,
The sun of a multiverse made his escape.

 

Great poems! My favorite: "The Salaryman" !

 

The Same Six Colors

I wake up to the sound of blur in my room
and stare at wall rabbits who don't look back,
indifferent like old sky habits
as I toss my legs over a soft low hurdle
and press down, lifting my chance
for the day so it can't escape

butter blue darkness, old flowers waiting
for rising and groaning and looking and smiling
for knowing and guessing and dreaming
of another day, another wonder
pulling at the hem of our jeans -
another day, another poet
our questions arrayed,
our same six colors rearranged

 

I love your poetry. You are so beautifully clever with words, it really makes me smile. As for your iBook, enjoy it. I'm a mac lover myself. Have you worked with CS2 yet? And Final Cut Pro gives me headaches.

 

Evening Light

When all the world was quiet
I thought I heard him speaking
And when all the world was screaming
I thought I heard him sigh
And I asked him why
He had stopped looking
at me, so slyly,
from across the room.

I spoke thickly, straining
each word through a seive.
And though he leaned to hear,
there was no need;
My jeweled insects crawled to his ear
as if touched by cold
and nestled in.
And he gasped when he felt them;
He heard my frigid fingers at his heart.

And we knew together what waiting meant -
knots untied, mute
trains rusting on red tracks.
From our distance,
we thought they still might have run;
But we drew near and saw the wheels,
eaten through, choking
on bittersweet and scrub pine.

Wounded by the evening light,
We wanted, and said nothing.

 

Telling

Naively, I compare
Telling to a roller-coster:
Discomfort in line and the urge to turn back
Will be forgotten in the thrill of the ride.
So I force myself to take these steps,
And with all the warning in the world,
My dreams are destroyed -
Thrashed, spun, demolished,
Glinting at me from the bottom
Of the garbage can.

 

evening light , i realy like that one

 

Bread and Butter

Happy with another
Happy with another
Love his older brother
Happy with another
Simplifying

Phone call in the hallway
Phone call in the hallway
Hurts him in a small way
Phone call in the hallway
Tranquilizing

Grow-
Should I buckle down and mend?
Can I bring myself to bend?
I won't suffer if I don't enjoy it,
Just employ it.

Happiness forever
Happiness forever
Such a strange endeavor
Happiness forever
Moralizing

 

there is something very gripping about poems like Bee Killer and Four Foot Cow String...you're poems have a beautiful unique style, and thats why i love reading your work

 

Town

Under the eyes of our taskmasters
we grow in cinderblocks, no room
for a world beyond
bleached verandahs,
skylights dimmed
by dust and the remnants
of birds; we pulse, our hearts
all stacked above this city.

Atrocity is commonplace.
The castle on the hill belongs
not to our King, but to the man who,
years ago, sold cheap
Rolexes to businessmen.
He paid his dues and collects
ours, as we shuffle in bliss,
all anvils landing inches from our toes.

Neath streetlamps lie
The town we built:
houses of brick and sidewalks
walled against invasive
men
who lean on us in flannel armor,
jousting with memories and cigarette butts.
Mother pulls the blinds.

 

Inner Monologue on Election Day, 2008

So now's my chance to fix what has gone wrong -
To boot that evil Tex; to start again.
Fresh morals should collide and join in song
As soon's I mark this ballot with my pen.

But the GOP is stinky with disease,
And Democrats lie slobb'ring in their beds.
Which leaves me with the Greens or the Nazis -
Perhaps I should write in "Weird Al", instead.

Concentrate, now - the time has come to choose -
(My motto is, Democracy or bust!)
This situation seems to be lose/lose...
The elephant and donkey both disgust.

The only difference 'tween the two will be
The use of red or blue artillary.


lol... we had to write a two sonnets for english class... the other is forthcoming.

 

"Bread and Butter" made me shudder.

 

Meeting My Hero

I have seen raw splendor
turn to me,
with blank eyes,
and ask:
Did you want me to sign
it on the front, or...?

 

always a pleasure to read your stuff lill siss

 

I loved Town....very evocative.

 

My Passion (Far Misplaced)

The clouded eye
betrays no scrap
of friendly thought
The cheek quivers
not in warning
of a smile
No muscles wait
in stilted nervousness

Our silence reigns -
Not of our joint desire,
(as I had hoped, afloat
above my passion
far misplaced)

I spoke:
'Twas I our holy hush
disgraced