some things are better left unexplained.

Sunday, October 25, 1998

Oct 25, 1998

Wensleydale

Friendship comfort
At long last
Fulfilling end to
Cold weeks past
Such a welcome outlet
For my love and respect

Getting chilly
Close to dusk
Pumpkintown with
One I trust
Oh if only things were
Slightly different up til now.

Share a cup of soup
And much more
Walk without a goal
to shot for
Pour your scattered thoughts
and lend an ear
I'm just across the table
If you need me.

Saturday, October 17, 1998

October 17, 1998

Talk Shop

Consuming:
A taking away
And a giving
Frustration:
A choice
And a burden
Responsible:
A great honor
And a wayof life
Prudence:
A play on thoughts
And deception
Wise:
A selective knowing
And a perception
Nobility:
A definition of character
And a lifelong pain
Raucous:
A terrible mess
And a tragedy
Growth:
A measure of imrovement
And an inequality
Consternation:
A lie
And a cheat
Social:
An avoidance of such things
And a discussion of them.
October 17, 1998

In My Way

Pride ASL desire improve improve lazy sloth;
Wants needs and credit cards come too easily
Spend spend myself can why not?
Fellowship is nice if you can get it, and get it good.
Empty search for-for forget don't matter
Him. Back on track.
Busy busy sleep-0 Jesus-book lay *can't* Later.
The sensitivity of my hands from not being held, and not holding.
Clean clean thesis? no. put-off.
Can't miss today's Snack, though.
Nascar infomercial bleary-eyed oblivion
And running up a phone bill
And slapping on a coat of Sears Best
Before the cold sets in
Him. back on track
Hungry hungry food where? Do-do? Cook, must.
"Finish read Deaf America you?"
Not-yet.
Back on track.
For now.
October 17, 1998

Abstinence

Peace and cold in the warm sun
Hearthful of lonely collector pride
Things
Seen, heard, and felt
Things to be had
Were it not for pride
Things to be seen, of course.
Tings to be chased and stalked
And proudly displayed with artistic flair.
So eager to flaunt and impress
So timid
As if there were any objectors
As if it were a crime
As if they'd be here forever
In the cool sun
Those boats weren't made for this.


"Toah Nipi, lakeside"

Thursday, October 15, 1998

October 15, 1998

Over Tea

There always
Comes and goes
Depending on angles
Intersections
And gravity

A vertex
An edge
Another focal point

All this with no intent
But for all that,
Too many thoughts

What was I talking about
Again

What to say
If at all


"Tea and story with AB"

Wednesday, October 14, 1998

"Bad habits are hard to break."

October 14, 1998

Protein Confetti

Snap
One more on the floor
Stuck in the threads forever
Where nobody looks
maybe

Snap
Bite off one more
Not close enough to hurt
Or draw blood
this time

Snap
One more than you need
As if you could stop if you wanted
Even though some do
don't they

Snap
Wriggle from your fingertips
Unless you spit in laziness instead
One more on the floor
Snap

Monday, October 12, 1998

October 12, 1998

With Love from Christopher

Testing, testing, are you still there?
I know you are, but I doubt it.
I know what I say and feel and mean to say
And I hear you, but that's all.

Tortured knowing where you are and
more so not to know where you're at
or plan
or hope to be.

Tell me what you plan
or meant to mean
and that nothing was lost in translation.
So help me God

Then I'll know
And never ask again
Unless I don't get what I want
Then I will
After a fit of whining.



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