Today is Poem In Your Pocket Day, part of National Poetry Month!
If you don’t have a poem handy for your pocket, here’s one that I wrote: a poem about poems kept safe in pockets, called “Solidarity.”
Read it here. (You can hear a song version, too.)
Tag Archives: GODHEADSCOPE
Poem: “The Weight Of Paper” (2007)
Muscles quiver under paper in a fiber grave. Arms, interlocking, press into the day. Balance finds its gravity only through points of three. This is our only saving grace. The weight of paper is piling up. I cannot find another face. Beneath the weight of paper, we will build a home, with walls that hold fast to the sound of words we cannot know. Column A and Column B: never what they claim to be. This is our moment's saving grace. The weight of paper is piling up. I cannot find another face.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.
Poem: “The Screaming Mound” (2011)
Do not speak falsely. Brutal honesty: far better a crime than your silence denies. Your tongue presses the bottom of your mouth. Words wait. Tongues are cut out. Tongues rise high; lash the ground. Place your tongue atop the screaming mound.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s Patience EP, 2011.
Poem: “Room Of Light” (2007)
Floor. Ceiling. Walls of light. My shadow seeps into my skin. My shape is lost to my eye. Floor. Ceiling. Walls of light. A motherless, fatherless point of shadow— God, the memory of sleep, recoils. I am behind the metal door. My spirit springs to your eye.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.
Poem: “Joy/Grime” (2007)
Spinning, whirling dancers in the alley. Dresses turn and bloom, dragging through the grime. Joyful, smiling, dirty skin colliding. City walls are echoing, for we are not yet dying. Concrete calling, precarious and falling. Dancers stretch their limbs like flowers from the cracked sidewalk, marking passing time; pulling joy from grime.
Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.