Monday's Son - 02/14/12

Bonus time. Now, for this week's offering.

My prayer

Enough depression already
Let's dream
Go first class on an Amtrak
En route to someplace I've never been
To see someone I've never met
In person
But have known for a long time
A trusty laptop for info
The cell phone I swore I'd never had
For my mom
Another notebook for analog transparency
Capturing where I am at the moment
Free of debts
Free of demeaning looks
Nothing to bring me down
Just life and all its adventure
All by myself to enjoy
And explore
Where am I?
It doesn't even matter

Monday's Son - 2/6/12

Here's this week's bonus poem. Something I actually wrote today.

Ricky, please lose my number

Nicely cauterized
With the finality
Of a pointed pen
Thus ends the lesson
Don't confuse a great first day
With a relationship
Still, you have to try
What kind of person would you be
If you didn't
Just to be able to say
You did
Some token moments of magic
Undercut by a familiar
Capricorn chill
That's the way you'll probably remember it
Reinforcing the notion you realized
A long time ago
But willingly wiped from your memory
Which is
No matter how much
You want
Or hope
It will work
Don't ever date
Your mom or your dad

New Poetry Video - Standing Around a Short Table on St. George by Steve Keil

Monday's (Wednesday's) Son

Here's this week's bonus poem.

A Ten Minute Monologue with Flat Fives

If I ever start drifting into
Electric Joni land
Please stop me
Long before I start sporting a beret
And chain smoking my ego
It's a dangerous line to walk
For anyone who wants to express themself
Based on their experiences
The big misunderstood difference
Between
Self-aware and self-absorbed
The former finds one
As a satellite that's rotating around
A mess of other worlds
You can't escape from
And the latter puts you at the center
Of all other worlds
That are probably trying
Desperately
To escape
From you