I thought I would explore brave new worlds, since I was stuck at home. I walked down Main Street. Ate a childhood pizza from the pizza store I grew up in. I drove down the streets that I walked down.
Posts Tagged ‘memories’
Home, for now.
Posted in Poetry, tagged home, memories, pizza, the new old on June 10, 2010 | 8 Comments »
A Cigar That Is Just A Cigar
Posted in Poetry, tagged changing, Freud, memories, mythological beasts, objects on July 14, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Had a dream last night – must’ve been something I ate. Or something that happens more often without me. Under things. Things greater than covers, stronger than night lights, and too deep to be quenched by warm milk. Every thing I’ve ever seen making guest appearances trying to reach out back into my life, though [...]
Hung Over
Posted in Poetry, tagged Alcohol, belief, drinking, memories, perception on March 19, 2009 | 2 Comments »
The last fleeting memories like leftover half-opened beers are collected for recycling. Residue of revelry sticks to the table soaking yesterday’s news with sepia tones like the faux wanted posters we made in grade school and stained with mother’s tea bags. Reward 30 silver pieces for salvation from my own bad decisions. I stand to [...]
Victory
Posted in Ode, Poetry, Urban Pastoral, tagged Alcohol, brotherhood, cigars, fraternity, home, life, memories, victory on September 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Ours are the only lights in downtown Worcester Electricity is a fragile touch at 40 miles an hour. These are the nights of youth for young inventers With drinks and smiles, like us, and the three ladies at the bar. Simplicity is the power to resist holding tongues, to ignore ethical necessity, to allow change [...]
One Day You Will Stand
Posted in Epithalamium, Poetry, tagged Epithalamium, Love, memories, Poetry, red tux, wedding, Woman on March 20, 2008 | 1 Comment »
You will stand one day, surrounded by loved ones Perhaps one too many, with perhaps too many memories and when you look out onto the sea of colors You’ve dreamt about since you were young There will be once exception – a bright red tux owned by the piano man – hired to play his [...]
What Memories Do
Posted in Poetry, tagged memories, Poetry on March 18, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Mrs. Wilson loved her memories because her family had moved away when her hair turned as gray as the skies and her hearing never heard ‘goodbyes’. So she hung onto each hello all day remembering her children fondly. Until she died. Mr. Red’s memories drove him to drink. The rain filled air made his body [...]
