Login
|
Join PoetrySoup
Home
Submit Poems
Login
Sign Up
Member Home
My Poems
My Quotes
My Profile & Settings
My Inboxes
My Outboxes
Soup Mail
Contest Results/Status
Contests
Poems
Poets
Famous Poems
Famous Poets
Dictionary
Types of Poems
Quotes
Short Stories
Articles
Forum
Blogs
Poem of the Day
New Poems
Resources
Syllable Counter
Anthology
Grammar Check
Greeting Card Maker
Classifieds
Member Area
Member Home
My Profile and Settings
My Poems
My Quotes
My Short Stories
My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder
Soup Social
Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us
Member Poems
Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Random
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread
Member Poets
Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest
Famous Poems
Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100
Famous Poets
Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War
Poetry Resources
Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter
Email Poem
Your IP Address: 18.222.200.143
Your Email Address:
Required
Email Address Not Valid.
To Email Address:
Email Address Not Valid.
Required
Subject
Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Memories become sand full of hourglasses. One thousand snowflakes are one thousand dead cats in the Hudson River. Memories hurt. They are Michael Schofield broken out of prison. Prison is the look on your father’s face. We had the same face. I used to remember him being younger. Once he was James Dean going bald and with a cause. Now he is the weeping willow pretending to be a Christmas tree. Trees are ebony towers to admire. They take the place of hands, and lips and voices. Sometimes they can speak but only when you aren’t listening. I hear ghosts I met a long time ago. Their voices mix like bad wine. They have a lot to say to somebody else. Words were daggers but became backfiring nunchucks. Painting mosaics is more like scribbling outside the lines. A car with no brakes and no gas. An automatic pistol being fired by your shadow, armed with toothpaste ammunition. Nothing adds up because math can’t help. Lithium is the iron curtain to save the free world. Conversations are only permitted in dolphinese in the broken dunk tank. Words twist like ivy at Wrigley Field and taste like blood if you impede upon traffic. Fifty two card pick up and “will you marry me” mean the same thing. She had no words for either of me, even if I remembered. Mirrors are grown in fields on the dark side of the moon. They are sold to the vain but crawl into the vein. They shout at jet takeoff volumes. We use them as search engines even though they don’t have Wi-Fi. They are the jealous, condescending friend we have to put up with. A high school dropout who prefers to lean on a wall and do nothing. Mirrors were made to be smashed. They deserve to go to hell but never do. They join their cousins the broken beer bottles from West End in a cozy hole where they can make out with nuclear sludge and give birth to North Korea. Then they can go on vacation to the beach where they grew up and create memories that disappear. He told me who I was and wasn’t without speaking but he was wrong. Now he won’t look at me and neither will she. Two-dimensionalism is bliss.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required