Mark's honest sermon
incensed in follies
magnified by pride
enjoying lollypops
of another's sugarhigh
lapping drool
leftover from the last guy
chanting lies
that I won't die
won't shake this high
Ecclesiastes 2:17-22
©2003 Nicholas White
posted by Deirdre on 5:46 PM
Idée fixe
count my friends
on my palm
I have none.
I am alone.
Alas, ten digits
embalm me inside my
poor hand in this silly game
where only the chronically sexy
stubbornly happy
will
survive
...
I have my
sick obsessions
I have my
trite confessions
I have
choice words and
subtleties
to retract my ever distant
promise to be truly something
"The reality of obsession -- its incessant return to the same few themes, scenarios and questions; its meticulous examination and re-examination of banal minutiae for hidden meanings that simply aren't there; the cancerous way an idee fixe usurps other, more interesting thoughts -- is that it is confining, not rebellious, and not fascinating but maddeningly dull."
--Laura Miller, "The Streetwalkers of San Francisco," New York Times, August 20, 2000
posted by Deirdre on 1:40 AM
The color of now
I heard it said, daddy,
what shape is yellow
what shape is yellow
I wonder how I'd answer
if I was on the receiving end
I wonder the color of things unnamed
I wonder the color of now
ask me how's it going
it's the color black now
the mood is black now
and all they say is shaded gray
all they'll give is yesterday
today is black
and tomorrow just started to fray
so I wear the color of now
my t-shirt says today
©2003 Nicholas White
posted by Deirdre on 6:29 PM
Sus dulces ojos
One day your eyes will be full of life...
for now they are motionless,
yet ever on me in your picture that I have held and kissed
so unworthy of your lips.
One day my eyes will be full of your reflection
full of passion, always in direction
of those candied eyes
One day I'll motion for your lips
©2003 Nicholas White
posted by Deirdre on 12:51 PM
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