Runester

end of me

You’ve reached the end of me
   the place where I become fuzzy
   less then a distinct difference

You’ve reached the border of me
   and that other realm where
   I touch gossimer dreams of you

You used to be content to live
   within the safe borders of me
   the concrete four color purity

Now you wander around my edges
   exploring the places where I am
   almost certain not to be

I love you and you’ve reached
   the end of me

bleeding in binary

i know how a god feels
words declaring reality
nouns become things
verbs become deeds
deeds done become works
… “look upon my works and wonder!”

well, a lesser god then
no mountains, no rivers
no lions, no wolves
the little things
shrubbery and such
… “look upon my hedgerows and wonder!”

spinning code for it’s own sake
eyes bright, mind sharp
slicing through mere human-ness
racing down hundreds of parallel lines
answering each if _ then _
waiting while …

i code a strange poetry
where words have power
feelings are foreigners, unwelcome
the states are many but finite
and my messiah bleeds in binary

i don’t trust poets

poets always say simple things in complex ways
obfuscating banalities,
weaving conundrums,
communicating broken images
stu-stu-stuttering dramatically

dating a poet is no fun either
ok, i’ll listen to your 13 minute rant.
is that about me/you/us?
now … am i the gun, the bullet
or the pillow?

then that condensending look
what would she expect from someone who
doesn’t care for salinger
no.
i don’t get it.

a good poem grabs me by the back of the neck
lifts me to another level
and rubs my nose in someone elses shit.
i like poems,
i just don’t trust poets.

Well, one of my best friends has her own web log … http://truemidge.diaryland.com/ … and inspired by her burst of creative output, I’ve decided to post some of the very few poems I write. Hey, I never claimed to be poet … but if you read these and feel motivated to sit in a cafe, drink a double mocha half foam late with cinnimon sprinkles while snapping two fingers and discussing the over use of existential dispair … more power to you!