August 19, 2021

these are true stories

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 (heads up! listen to the poem up here)


warning! these true stories are based on loose lips, unshaved characters

scripture translated from crop circles, fast food menus

and all the stuff stuck to the bottom of my shoe

 

true story every time i buy new shoes i have to learn to walk again

giggle and gimbal, stumble over curbs, each foot a conjoined stranger

the fun never ends

until it ends

flatfooted again

 

true story i have no use for politicians, but that’s not true

            sometimes i run out of toilet paper

true story i’m not running for mayor of truthtown, i’m not managing

a health food store, i don’t sleep inside a fortune cookie

            true story i see two moons tonight

one in the sky and one in the lake

 and drunk enough to swim for it

 

true story a man and a woman holding hands in a deli

                        pretending they’re not going to devour each other

true story i wrote a dozen emails, all in my head, which has no wi-fi

so you probably didn’t get them

true story i took the last trash bag from the box, and put the box in the bag

true story i only sleep in pictures of beds

 

final warning

all these warnings may be hazardous to the osmosis of spontaneous true story

true story, all these warnings were translated from chinese toaster oven safety labels  

with an industry standard garage sale ouija board

            (caution plug securely or power cord be detached in set

            else crisscross wires fix with fork and feel emergency

call god immediately, also, avoid soft drinks)

 

but let us not be warned

let immortal monkey gods deliver us onto random doorsteps

let us midnight snack a greasy half-burnt sunset last supper of summer

let us creature around in secret vehicles under a suicide of blue sky

let us go all weather, all together

and forget to do our laundry

 

 

2013

posted for open mic night at D'verse


31 comments:

  1. My favorite section:
    “true story i see two moons tonight
    one in the sky and one in the lake
    and drunk enough to swim for it
    true story a man and a woman holding hands in a deli
    pretending they’re not going to devour each other”

    I have written a trash-box-in-a-trash-bag poem before. :)

    Oh, yes. More favorites:
    “midnight snack a greasy”
    “creature around in secret”
    “a suicide of blue sky” (which of course is a drink)

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    1. thanks pepperment, so glad you liked this. and i'm glad you got your blog back up, love reading your poems, but you don't allow comments and its driving me crazy=)

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    2. Ha. Sorry, not sorry. :)

      I do sometimes. Keep coming back. They’ll open up on occasion.

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  2. Love this poem! Wow.

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  3. This is fantastic, Phillip! What a delightful tumble of images :-) I enjoyed all of it but I particularly loved the last stanza, well done! <3

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  4. What a wonderful poem. I so admire your ability to be humorous. I find it very challenging. There are so many delightful lines here. I think the first stanza is my favorite. Thanks for the smile.

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  5. Brilliant! Keep telling your truth :-)

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  6. This one just blows me away, Phillip. It's difficult to sustain a mood through a narrative that encompasses so many different, jarring but somehow audaciously compatible images, but you manage to portray a little facet of every side of the central mirrorball with deft impact. I really really like the fortune cookie, the deli line, and the monkey gods especially, and that third line from the end cuts like a knife. Just gorgeous, intelligent writing, and an extra pleasure to hear you read it.

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  7. Truth is hard to digest, but you make it palatable!

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  8. Loved this! Excellent, excellent recording, the poem in its entirety just flows. This particular bit stood out for me; "true story every time i buy new shoes i have to learn to walk again giggle and gimbal, stumble over curbs, each foot a conjoined stranger the fun never ends until it ends flatfooted again." Kudos!πŸ’πŸ’

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    1. thanks sanaa, and thanks again for all your help setting up sound cloud

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  9. A very funny, clever, inventive poem, Phillip! JIM

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  10. Your mind! I don't possess enough superlatives to describe it ... maybe it defies description of any kind. Yes, I think so. This is amazing poetry ...... true story.

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    1. thanks helen, i really appreciate that, glad you enjoyed this

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  11. True story: This made me smile and chuckle all the way through! Brilliant writing!(inspired by immortal monkey gods no doubt!)

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  12. I love all those true stories... small images that brings the complexity together. Like those glass shards of a kaleidoscope grows into a star.

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  13. Wow! Can't pick a fave true story because all of them are so good.

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  14. HA HA! I actually just did my laundry. This is my favorite poem of the year. You un-jangled my mind on the other side of the ride!

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    1. thanks colleen, glad i could help you enjoy doing your laundry =)

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