Submitted by joshua mertz on May 30, 2015
Don't worry about the song
Or who wrote it
Or what it means
Or why you are singing it
Realize only that
You are the music
And that the song
Sings itself
Submitted by joshua mertz on May 16, 2015
Stuck closed unopened
I grab the lid and twist
I take a deep breath and
Grab the lid and TWIST
No-- I take the lid in my hand
Plant my feet apart
Take a full, deep breath
And TWIST!!!
Still nothing
Hmmmmm
I heat the lid under running water
Then molest it with towels
No go
Perplexed, I wander
Into the living room
And give it another twist
And another
"You or me, babe..."
Again and again and again
The untapped rock-tight lid and I
Exchange unmoving passion
In isometric grappling
Again and again
Like all spells, it must break
And it does
A small sliding
Subtle, like a turn of phrase
Then the lid is off and
The spoon is in the honey
And the chamomile tea
Perseverance furthers
Submitted by joshua mertz on May 13, 2015
Light lies heavily
To the eye
The mirror is empty
Of form
Only self reversed
The opposite of poetry
Word and rhythm and heart
Turned back upon itself
By glass and silver
The mirror cannot be seen
The glass, the silver
Hidden in reversal and reflection
The mirror is empty of light
Empty of words
Empty of self
And full of music
Submitted by joshua mertz on May 12, 2015
Are you sure?
I mean, I'm just a droopy donkey
Living in a pile of sticks
That Pooh and Piglet
Were kind enough to pile
In an orderly manner
(not that I deserved it)
Just a droopy donkey
Bounced constantly by Tigger
Shamed by Owl
And dismissed by Rabbit
Mocked by the trees and fields
And the snow that falls on my back
I have no hands to brush it off
And long for Christopher Robin
To touch me with healing hands
And now you
Who think that you can love me
You are wrong
As am I
Submitted by joshua mertz on May 5, 2015
South first
I am in the desert
It is in the desert
That the Great Whirlwind pulls me up
Buffeting, bruising
Hurling me through
Waves of debris
I swim in debris
I am thrown through cactus
Through gravel, earth
The ruins of men and their works
I am buffeted
Until I can see no more
Nor less
Just an effervescing, multilingual chant
I am lifted
Through the heart of music
Until I float
Like misty sunlight
In misty sunlight
Floating at the crest of the wind
Wondering
At that zenith
How, in terror, I would descend
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