These things happen
your razor blade heart
and green eyes
cold wet sheets
in mid-winter
then morning rolling in
like a pale dog
no coffee
cigarettes gone
then you were finally gone
i believe time tried to take the rest
- Joshua Weir
(featured in the poetry forum 03.28.10)
Closer To The Saved
i roll in hard
screeching tires
sliding into place
then i run out of breath
griping a fistful of cash
on the way in i bang into the door
like a man dazed by madness
or a man chased
i grab two pints
and pay the cashier
13.60
for the booze
and a mini capone cigar
then i am humphrey bogart
walking to the door
calm,untouchable
i climb in the truck
unwrap the cigar
light it , roll the smoke around
then let it go
i turn the truck over
crack the whiskey
and have a good drink
then i cruise into the turn lane
punch on the radio
the take a left onto 820 n.
i sing along to rolling stones
i am zen
and at peace
god laughs
and the world moves on and on
- Josh Weir
(added 03.28.10)
Like This
the summer wind dying
in the streets
the poor veins of lust
pumping soft shadows
of wanting
this that is wine
and all that is not
slumbers there
in the fire of the unwashed
in the screaming naked
dirt
and here we have
this that can be anything
- Josh Weir
(added 03.28.10)
In your absence
in your absence
it seems there is less me
my wine doesn't last
as long
the days are never satisfied
the gardens are filled with dead flowers
we will have our time again
our time will be fat with laughter
- Joshua Weir
(featured in the poetry forum 10.07.09)
LIFE IN THE SLOW LANE
puffed up slow brain
light the little pathways through burned out nerves
through worn out eyes
watching clumsy hands
reach out pour drink lift
lap like a worn out mongrel dog
the infinite coolnes of the liquid
the infinite slowness of everything
everything slow and gray
lift cup drink
as you strain through the dust
and slumber of a thousand forgotten years
all the waste
the waste
the waste
lift cup
drink till its gone
till every drop is gone
- Joshua Weir
(featured in the poetry forum 09.01.09)
Alone all day
forlorn and forgetful the winter storm
dances outside my window
i lie against the head board reading old allen ginsberg
i shake in my nearly dry covers
she hangs her arms over me whistling her nose as she sleeps
i like reading when she rests her body against me
like i am not reading the words alone
like they are poored from my insomnia into her dreams
and i lie awake like that all night
till i see the sun
and the radio stings the the room with incoherent music
she is awake and i am defenless against the noise
my head pounds, my throat is dry
i roll over and close my eyes
fight the light breaking through the window
she is preparing for the day
i lie in the warm bed and watch her
listen to her move through the house
i kiss her goodbye
i kiss her good night
i sleep because there is no wolrd outside
i sleep alone
snarling in my slumber i fight off
everything
madness
starvation
and mostly madness
- Joshua Weir
It will all make sense
in the poor ragged day i walk
quietly to the run down gas station up the street
the loose change in my pocket clinking with my steps
my stomach growls as walk past the taco bell
my eyes water in the wind
dollar nineteen later
siping cold beer
walking back through the
foul air
to my wooden chair
typing and typing
sick and sick
depleted unrested
typing and typing
i sip cold beer and squirm in the
unpadded seat of the wooden chair
the wooden chair a cage
i can't escape
i shuffle through the pages
of the poetry publishers guide
trying to find a hole in the ice through which i can surface
and breath
i sip room temprature beer
and type
...i am sending three poems for your consideration...
i lean the wooden chair back stretch my finger toward the carpet
scramble through words and memories good memories
terrible memories
this is the day
the horrible day trapped
by the wooden chair
blinking blinded
and undone by memories
i sip warm beer
and type
and it all makes sense
it all makes sense
- Joshua Weir
Pills and Collisions
we went to a party
we stumbled throught the door
into rooms full of half naked bat girls
and all the guys seemed to be pirates
i didn't care much for the people though
i wasn't there for them
i was there to hide in the confusion
keep the world s scope of reason off my back
before long jay is dancing in the back yard feeling the sensation of freedom
stefan is roaming the rooms going from person to person trying to find himself
nate is lost in the confusion talking to girls and smoking the last of his camels
while katyrn leans close into me and kisses my cheek and i close my eyes to see the
fire better.
with the clouds of people floating around us
we gather our little perceptions and whisper them back and forth
with the clouds of people laughing and drinking around us
we circle the wagons to protect our small and fleeting moments
of happiness that we found in a pill
our electric eclectic collection of thoughts and humanities
drifting like ghosts on the cool air.
i drink my beer and laugh with my feet proped to close to the fire
melting the bottoms of my shoes
and before the party has hit the high note
i know
its a good night for colliding with life
its a good night to see the sparks of peoples desires
explode in the night
- Joshua Weir |
