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Anniversary (to my father)

sdoubinsky — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 13:30:44 +0000

Ten years ago
you left us
under a cloudy sky
and the cold wind
was warmer than our bones
Well, today
the sky is pretty much
the same
except for the clouds
which are a little bit
whiter
but I guess
that’s just a trick
my memory
is playing on me

EL SEBBO

American wars (Fill in the blanks)

sdoubinsky — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:25:35 +0000

A good …… is a dead …..

EL SEBBO

Mirror, mirror

sdoubinsky — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 15:54:11 +0000

Eros is sore

EL SEBBO

Delicate

sdoubinsky — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 06:51:37 +0000

Delicate
isn’t my name
and yet I am moved
by the imbecile
gently led by his father
down the street
while screaming songs
at the top of his head
I am moved
by a white cloud
standing still
over the city
like a gentle threat
I am moved
by your breath
gently lifting the sheets
deep in the night
when I can’t sleep
Yes delicate things
move me deeply
and confirm
the rage hidden
at the core of my words
The rage of impotence,
hope and rebellion
- but not despair
Despair, you see,
is too delicate
for me

EL SEBBO

There’s no place like home

sdoubinsky — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:59:29 +0000

but we sure wish there was

EL SEBBO

Bad ear (or I should get a medal for doing this)

sdoubinsky — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 11:18:00 +0000

My ear is shot
Haven’t slept in two days
and here I am writing
this miserable poem
Is it friendship pushing me
or just poetry’s bad junk
shaking me up and down
and never letting me be?

EL SEBBO

Anniversarery pome (To my partner in crime, DJ Eldon)

sdoubinsky — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 07:11:29 +0000

no candles
but fireworks
no explosions
but roman candles
we have written pomes
for one good year now
we are very tired
but our mouths are still
full of spit, tongue, stones
and words
no firecrackers
but live ammo
no funeral pyres
but a feather
of the Phoenix

EL SEBBO

If not

sdoubinsky — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 06:33:10 +0000

poems
are
free
like a bank robbery
a good fist fight
or a major break up
I said
poems
are
free
I didn’t say
they were nice

EL SEBBO

Another mystery

sdoubinsky — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 11:56:09 +0000

The white veil of morning
creeps around the house
The birds are black notes
and their song hang frozen
in mid-air
We drink coffee in the kitchen
and I want to tell you something
but your words erase mine
and I forget what I wanted to say
and there is no way you can help me
and we laugh it off and another mouth
replaces my mouth with different words
forming behind the seemingly same teeth
although they are actually a few seconds
older

EL SEBBO

Deconstruction

sdoubinsky — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 16:42:51 +0000

My children play
with wooden blocks
red blue yellow
and green
They build towers
and smash them
laughing
like typical
humans
A reassuring thought
somehow
The blocks
await in the sunlight
waiting to be
piled up
and thrown down again
like typical
humans
Not a reassuring thought
somehow

EL SEBBO