I HAVE NO RHYTHM AND TOO MUCH SOUL

Occasionally when on a plane or sitting alone in Central Park I'll write some poetry. I'm not very good at it and I'm not even sure of the rules of poetry. None-the-less, I have several notebooks with random poems throughout them.

My poems are typically dark and overly sensitive (big surprise). They wouldn't win any awards. But I thought I'd share a couple anyhow. Here are two I'm comfortable posting.

She Knows

She woke me up
it was half past ten
She told me she knew
no need to pretend

Packed up my things
a few of hers too
Set foot down the road
she told me she knew

It came to this
a moment so true
Wasn't strong enough
she told me she knew

Tried to love her
entire time through
My heart remained numb
she told me she knew


Naive

I believe
fairy tales
I believe
you will love me

ART OF THE DAY

This is a photo of a piece of art hanging in the Barcelona Contemporary Art Museum. I looked at this for a while thinking that it was different but also a bit surprised it was hanging in such a prestigious museum. It's from an artist from the United States named Nancy Spero. It has grown on me.

You'll need to click on the image to be able to read the text I think.

IT'S ALMOST SHAKESPEAREAN

Valentines Day. I'm not going to post anything disparaging about love today. Nor am I going to talk about how love makes the world go around or anything like that. I'm simply going to wish all my blogosphere friends a Happy Valentines Day and leave you with this original poem which I wrote a few years back:


Ode To Love
Fuck you