Flippin’ Out
throw the blue gills
in the boat bottom
and they’ll flip out.
put a sleeping man’s hand
in the water boil
and he’ll flip out
put a sane kid
in the crazy house
and sure enough, she’ll flip out
Category Archives: Poetry
Week 26, Day 181 – “Flippin’ Out”
Week 26, Day 180 – “Semi-Circle”
Semi-Circle
half a way a round the globe
semi-circular navigation
faster still would be to dig
and make my way
through crust, mantle, core
all the while singing Soul Coughing
and thinking of Yogi
Week 26, Day 179 – “Love Is Not Down”
Love Is Not Down
love is not down
beneath, ready to rise up
from the gray asphalt
of the paved roads,
and love is not up
love is not a bird
looking down on us and watching
waiting eagle-eyed ready to swoop
love is just an accident
that smacks us on the face
as we are walking
down the wooded path
Week 26, Day 178 – “Sky”
Sky
no sky
just dust
been so long since I’ve seen blue
I feel it but don’t see it
just white
white sky, walls, rocks
sometimes grey
Week 26, Day 177 – “OK”
OK
I’m OK
or at least I’ll be OK
OK
Okay Dokay
best day of my life OK
Oklahoma is OK
Go
OK Go
dance on treadmills
and in back yards
OK to be cool
you fool
KO’d by Mike Tyson
not so OK in the morning
O’ say can you be O’ kay
I’ll be OK
after that
matt
OK?
Week 26, Day 176 – “No, I Am Not Dead”
No, I Am Not Dead
no, I am not dead
not while I can still think and dream and weep
no, I am not dead
I can still feel the sore knees and back aches
and the pain in my gut
without a center
no, I am not dead
I am still running through the cornfield
leaves ripping my arms
leaving a trail of blood on black earth
the earth where I was born
and will be reborn
out of the twister torn wreckage
I will be reborn
remove the limbs
tear down start again
and build my dream house with better plans
I am Brian Paris
and, no, I am not dead
I am a perennial in this annual field
Week 25, Day 175 – “To Write Weller”
To Write Weller
learnt new technologies
to write weller
no longer spent in basics
i can more write all day
and move it on up
Week 25, Day 174 – “All Knowing”
All Knowing
i knew everything
just before sleeping
dreamt all powerful
but in the morning
it was forgotten
and I was just left
with something missing
Week 25, Day 173 – “One Year”
One Year
the year before last
i found the height
and fell
fell past the ground
fell past the chasm
into the still lake muck
where the bullheads
eat their fallen fellows
since then it’s been
one year and still not steady
on dry land baking
mud coat crusting off
unbound but not homeward
Week 25, Day 172 – “Out Running”
Out Running
Drive so fast
to out run death
it always seems to catch
the ones behind me
