Polishing Silver & Other Thoughts: Poetry

It all flows out
in rivulets made
of musical notes
and desperate sighs
to be heard
over the the crowd,
these things
I hear in popular
music as if they'd
shouted instead of sang

~

Yes,
I say this world
is too loud sometimes
Everyone with a
say within a
fifteen second span
and brief glimpses
into the television
showcase all that is wrong,
wrong, wrong, wrong
and urge us to be
even more vapid in
defending our positions
against imaginary
chess pieces

~

There are riddles here
in a small boy's eyes
and it makes me yawn
trying to wake myself
from this dream

~

It's too much to
simply say that we've
walked over these
scattered bridges
when our eyes are
still stinging from
the ash in the air

~

Sometimes doubt
curdles there
sometimes
on the surface
of my dreams
and agitates
my allergy to
bullshit

~

You ask for a realist
and I return one
to you in song
Because the truth
is so much easier
to take when
you are laughing,
dancing and singing

~

Boys will be boys,
but they'll still
ask us to remain pure
even when they tarnish
us as objectified
walking-sex without
brains
So it is a good
thing women are
of the moon
and our silver
only needs a good
polish to shine again

~

Entropy is the
realization that
you can hold on
to nothing except
the one moment
you've got
and even that slips
through the fingers
of time.

~

Wakefully sleeping
behind open eyelids,
I walk through life
with observant
consciousness

~

On Knowledge:
It has never been okay
to stare balefully
into the core of a fire
I can only hope that
these flames do not burn

~

The Trinity of Men
sat down at a table,
solemn on our behalf,
and asked that we be
forgiven for the sin
of being female...

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