POEM AFTER WATCHING HARRY POTTER FOR THE FIRST TIME
From cornea to occipital lobe
I distrust everything I see.
My ambition underwrites a tragic flaw.
My sadness is comforting like beige.
Dreams, phantoms, other people, what else.
No one talks through one issue at a time.
The cracks expand like winged beasts.
Simplicity is not an elimination of thingness.
Thou saw me before I got my self.
This is the I of will have been.
The I of will have known.
The I shall be the object turned to stone.
*
POEM GONE UNRESEARCHED
Like most philosophies, this do-dad was
Popular for centuries. Then it got forced
Out of style & now returns all-new & robust
Robotically near-perfect. A damn shame.
The anciently popular becomes sensational
Again. Let it be clear, or harmonically mushy.
I swear I never stopped humming. When Death
Sautéed on my stoop, called down upon me
I did not stand up, did not follow. Like when
You are buried under waffles, at the bottom
Of a cold-cold creek. Nothing is as it is when
Promised it is. My grip begins to lose itself.
My collection of disappointment is immense.
These socks are scratchy, mourning overdose.
I promise I will connect these three parts for you.
Though it might only muster a few decades later.
*
POEM GROWN HEAVY
The morns often flex, like the thick
Blanket over the dog. Once a fresh tarp
Of comfort & possibility. Now it bears
Down on relaxed muscles, the warmth
Mutated into a pressure. Catch me up
On what I missed while I did an attempt
Like slumber. The rapturous looming.
The cantankerous grooming. The lithe
Light & the well-lit darkness. This morn
A voice began to convince myself
To invade my neighbor’s apartment.
A trespass ultimately I did not make
Because of the weight of my own body.
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I love these three poems! Thanks, Tyler. You're good! I'm going to print them out, underline the lines that speak to me esp. " My collection of disappointment is immense." "no one talks through one issue at a time." "Simplicity is not an elimination of thingness." I love these! thanks!