What About

What About

what does it feel like when I cover your mouth
with this blindfold
so that I can’t see the words
as they roll off you tongue with all the confidence
of a rookie pilot, a college graduate?
what do you know about doctrine
and the thought that someday,
this is going to be over,
and won’t that be the bees knees?
the joke will really be on us,
but I don’t think anyone
will think that this one is a real winner.
I suppose there is only enough time to remember
after the big hand and the little hand have traveled so far,
I want to remember what we know, knew,
about the myriad of questions
we asked ourselves, our friends,
and our parents. oh when we were younger
and knew so much less about questions
and who they were for.
We just turn our backs on time spent,
wasted, saved, and lost, slowly realize
that some rain every now and again
would be a nice change of pace.

what about the life I’ve been living?
what does that mean god, allah, jesus, Buddha,
money?
why are you so quiet when I watch television
just to see other people, and who told you
about my drinking problem?
Hey! what about me? What about you?
What about her, he,she,
they, us, we, him— together?
Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Finality
in your pill head, death on your pillowcase
in tear drops, atom bombs in your cereal,
good morning coffee starbucks cyanide.
I’m falling in love with these questions again,
how you ask them
makes me feel like ton of bricks

when I’m trying to get some shuteye,
I’ve got a big day ahead of me.
 

Reviews

[Freedom]

any kind of analysis of this would take me a long time, because again, there's so much i see in it. But the main thing im getting from it is almost scornful..tired irritation with useless questions. It's certainly beautiful, very interesting to read.

Your writing reminds me a lot of a book i read by janet fitch, called White Oleander. Just the diction/syntax..not necessarily the themes. But it was one of the most beautiful books I've ever read for that reason.

Your poetry is very enticing..almost makes the audience desperate to know more about you. You leave them dangling on an edge that they can cling to not for their own will, but for yours. good work.

[Tessa]

I love the last 5 lines. Love them.