Urgent Napkin Poets

Greeting

2009-12-31T14:20:00.001-08:00

Odd ball feelin wierd on the plain
Should I stand off like the 8
Or should I connect and hit the game
She poked me so I guess I'll roll

Wet Dream

2009-12-31T14:19:00.001-08:00

I can see her rocking the show!
I can see her rocking the show
Rocking the pole, dropping it cold
I know, she know It's not for the soul
She pocket the dough, To ride in the rove
So she bounce, bounce.To that rock and roll
("pour some sugar on meeeee!")

Shore

2009-11-05T15:01:00.000-08:00

Mountains in real life, not just paintings

And the sound of bare feet on stone. These are

My only real moments with god.

Learning you, learning me

2009-10-29T11:10:00.000-07:00

I bump my toes over your slimy insecurities,
knee deep in history I cannot begin to understand.
All the while you wrap your fingers around my fears,
foreign as they are, grasp them tight, and tug.

Worth it or not

2009-10-28T14:38:00.000-07:00

Lying is a form
of the Deceit
Disease that ends
up parasitizing
off its host.

2009-10-28T14:33:00.001-07:00

i will be dry soon
but the sound of water; i'm
taking this with me

The secret to my creative process

2009-10-27T19:59:00.000-07:00

Wiser woman would

sprint far-off, forever; but

poets need drama

2009-10-26T14:39:00.001-07:00

wet stuck to window
small puddle in a big world
we're all connected

Time and Place (An Ode to Adelaide Crapsey)

2009-10-21T09:53:00.001-07:00

I must

Be some sort of

Moment about to rise

Up and change the way the game is

Played. I know I

Must be

bones into pyre

2009-10-20T10:44:00.001-07:00

I come to you
with my flesh on fire
no explanations,
just instinct
bones turned into pyre
from the unconscious
come a visitor
foreign and yearning
chest tight
toes curled
touch my face now
I’m burning
I carry no escape plan
no intention to fight
I come in peace
bearing tiny explosions of light
hands folded
back straight
eyes looking up
I lean forward slightly
to drink from your cup
So let the sky fall
I’ve lost the urge for flight
anyhow,
I've traded the
evacuation route
for a kiss on the brow
I come to you
face flushed
limbs aglow
racing blood
eager mouth
little to say
and much to show

sugar

2009-10-20T10:44:00.000-07:00

Dragging myself
belly down
across the sheet
searching for your warmth,
for the concave part of the mattress
heavy with your weight.
As my dream involuntarily
slides away,
Feeling returns
to my limbs;
I know I will not find you.
I left.
Foraging face first into the pillows
to mute the inevitable sob
that overworked tear ducts
are too weary to deny.
I left,
we both knew
I would have to.
But this morning I can almost
smell the smoke on your lips,
the flavor of every kiss.
I want to drive you home after work
and cradle your exhausted head
on my chest,
dragging peaceful fingertips
through your hair.
I want to feel the weight of your arm
across my shoulders for support
drunkenly stumbling out of Georgetown
over the bridge
to your apartment
Where I’ll change
into a pair of your boxers
and we’ll smoke cigarettes in
the bathroom.
You lean down to wipe up the ash
and cook pancakes in the morning.
I’ll wake you with a kiss
between the shoulder blades
and gentle scratches below the belly.
I can almost feel the muscle,
layered over with smooth skin
and soft hair,
until I realize it’s just cotton
and I raise my face
from the damp pillow,
wondering when I took
my last breath.

rain

2009-10-20T10:43:00.000-07:00

the breeze passes through the garden

whispering of the storm

the sky disrobes of the gold with which

it was previously adorned

the blades of grass lay on their sides

bodies finally at rest

as the rain walks up to my porch step

slowly slipping off her dress

half seduced I lay here

til the moisture reaches my lips

the leaves tremble in sync

with the motion of her hips

and I tremble in sync

with the rhythm in my chest

gracefully drumming faster

eyes rolling to the west

the drops of water roll over me

bonding sky with skin

the thunder starts its serenade

as slowly,

I breathe in

Getting ready to leave

2009-10-16T08:23:00.000-07:00

this town is a black hole
for relationships,
she said and frowned across
the counter at me.
i asked for some tissue
paper to wrap the pens
i had bought at half price
and we both smiled
at the discount

22nd and M St.

2009-10-16T08:19:00.001-07:00

A woman just walked by dragging
a backpack behind her pretending
it had wheels and wasn't
getting scuffed to its last threads
on the cement. I watched
and waited for its contents to spill
out at the first contact with a dip
in the sidewalk.

Know better

2009-10-16T08:03:00.000-07:00

Something inside of me
Knows better than to
Second guess the tingles that creep
Up the back of my arms
When you answer the phone
With a hello
Spoken through a smile

Public and private transportation

2009-10-06T19:27:00.000-07:00

The rain came
down like a waterfall
from the top of the escalator
coming out of the Metro
station near my apartment.
Being underground is timeless
and consistent. The temperature stays
relatively the same
and it never rains.
The thunder sometimes feels
like it originates
from the earth
and shakes anyone
standing on her to their most basic
elemental self.
That has to be my favorite place -
the ground level of myself,
the cosmic lobby of my character
where everything meets to check out,
where I meet myself.

Ribcage

2009-10-06T19:26:00.000-07:00

You said I’d never have
That rock hard sex-pack
Never be in pages
Showing off faces
Because my bottom ribs
Jut out and give
Shadows to my abs
So bury that hatchet
But my bottom ribs
Jut out like this
Because I’ve a heart soft
But never is lost
I need extra protection
So before I remove
Any ribs for you
I will love my bones
The way that they show
And give my heart home
And join while I go
Hunt for more poems
And leave you alone
To admire your own
Abdomen.

A few dollars for a cup of moments

2009-10-06T19:24:00.001-07:00

I drank cold coffee like
it was iced tea
outside
a Starbucks off Dupont Circle
writing on this tablet
some tiny sparrow
begged for scraps
as a clown car
rolled to a stop at the light.
Two black men tapped
a time clock as they moved
pawns on a checkered board
and pushed up their sunglasses
under the shade of a green
umbrella.

Stretching

2009-10-06T19:24:00.000-07:00

I miss the colors of your bed sheets wrinkled in the bends of you Whenever I lounge around on pajama bottom days
I miss the way your torso hands the conversation
Over to your thighs
Whenever I walk miles with heavy backpacks
In directions that are not toward you
I hear you brushing your teeth in my dreams
But I wake to find myself much further from your bathroom
Than across the hall
Still I throw the backpack to the ground
And stretch my legs
Brush my teeth
And slip into bed
Knowing that every once in a while
I will slip perfectly into your complimentary
Curves and bends
Agreeing with your body
And soak up moments to miss

Untitled view from saturday night

2009-10-06T19:23:00.000-07:00

wearing sweaters in this heat
and lace table cloth dresses
tilting forward up the escalator
they pass me on the left shopping
bags poke my calves
unshaven for a week and prickly
i threw away my cute shoes
due to quarter sized blisters
it will be sunday in 25 minutes
two blocks east of here

Rose Petals

2009-10-06T19:22:00.002-07:00

Roses on the sidewalk
Found late at night
Neatly scattered
With the moon shinning down
To comfort them
I am
I wish to be
I feel like
I know of
Rose petals
On the sidewalk

That sky

2009-10-06T19:22:00.001-07:00

That sky
That looked as if it would be the same
In any background
Was only realized in a second

After all

2009-10-06T19:22:00.000-07:00

i slid off your shoulder like a heavy tablecloth
like you cleaned all the plates and there was nothing
left to talk about over dinner.
i wonder if you'll gather with me on the floor,
tired and finished yet holding there
expecting to be picked up.

Sheets

2009-10-06T19:21:00.000-07:00

Simple us
Simply here
In our simple sheets