Portishead - Mourning Air

Eating Rain

A childhood memory.

As a child I enjoyed the comfort of the rain
I would lay prone and upwards on my lawn and shielded
By a child’s spectacles
I Watched the rain from the grass’s vantage point
and smiled
From time to time with my sleeve I would wipe away the particles
To more clearly see the continuing stream
Until my clothes were soaked and I eventually grew cold

Shyness Subdues (a haiku)

This shyness subdues

The power of tumult thunder

And a poet’s heart

©2010  J. K. Bradford

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I AM....

                                                                                  My orneriness sits in a dish with the root beer barrels

I gave a rest to the rest of my youthful angst and needless quarrels

                       For now I am

               A lion

                                           I  am not crying

                                                                    I am

                                                                          I am alright

      My drunken dangers and life rearrangements

                                         Familial estrangements

                                                                              Gone away and today and everyday I pull along

                                                                                                                                                For now I am

A lion

            Full of lucid dreams of flying

                                                       I am

                                                              I am rapture

My silhouette of drugs and regret cannot get to me anymore

I lean against the Army's King and ignore the life traps and trip ups

                                                              For I am

                                              Now I am

                                I am a lion

                I am a lamb

                                                                                                    I am what others cannot understand

                                I am the made over with a purposeful plan

I am

I am

                                                                                                                  I am the new me

                                                               And I am happy for me

©2010 j. k. bradford

I am the Intuit

Who really, really knows

Even when you fall in love it is fake
You say you don’t want to really touch me
For fear I might terribly crack or break
But it’s me and I am not that fragile
Although I am limited in what I emotionally can take
You cannot shake me that easily

Not you…
I know

You cannot possibly see what I see in your face
A hollowed hooray and a immoral menagerie
Of broken bits, spoiled brat fits and black lace
Talking about pride, but spelling out tragedy
You think we are two peas but that is a mistake
And so I say goodbye to you and the inevitable insanity
©2010 j. k. bradford


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