Choose Happy w/ Little Poems

Choose Happy w/ Little Poems

The Morning After

orange juice

concentrate

romantic

severance

***

Shopkeeper’s Lunch

long uphill

walks for

soba noodles

back in fifteen

minutes

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Role Model

he keeps lists

of long words

in a notebook

some are

underlined in

red ink for

dramatic effect

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Archivist

illicit symmetry

existential vertigo

two things that

rebound and plunge

into reticent habits

of mourning

logged for posterity

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Crush

/w a motorcycle

helmet tucked up

under his arm he

watches a hover

of birds in awe of

how they accept

their own riddles

***

Hope Is A Pleasure

surprise tangents

soft epiphanies

spiritual and literal

turns you toward

excerpted texts for

the lost and the lonely

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You

you strike me as

someone who is

angry and sad by

the exact way your

conjugated pleasures

suppressions and

ejections reveal the

consequences of your

elegiac engagements

***

Wish

to be one of those

a melancholic capture

perched atop a red round

silver rimmed leather stool

curved over the slender

countertop of an all-night

diner – waiting

***

Guilty

illogical eddies of

assonance become me

***

It felt very ‘Sillyheart’ to be jotting down teeny tiny poems the last day or so. I started a ‘commonplace book’ for this very sort of thing and I do confess that I used the tried and true scraps of paper to scribble them down until they could be typed up. I might suck. In my defense, I had a little too much in my work -bag the last few days and it’s on the verge of ripping. My work bag is my favorite so I’m preserving it for as long as I can, so paper. I have been recording quotes and things inside though. It’s been a great exercise in restraint but I turned to the comfort of scrap paper the past few days. Perhaps we can co-mingle?

I hit a bit of a dry spell after writing ‘French Kissing Freddy Emerson’ so all these little poems felt like little bursts of joy and I’m happy to share them now. I’ve also stalled a little on the ‘Sillyheart’ edit but she’s constantly in my ear. Life gets in the way now and then and that’s okay. Work is work is work, right?

In propinquity,

Nic