Love Poems

collaborative piece w/ "Von" William Von Hoene

I Dont write love poems any more
Theyre too cheesy
Theyre not genuine
Theyre repetetive
Theyre too vague
And nothing i say breaks anyone’s heart anymore
They cant really express how i feel
They cant tell you what i really want
They cant move people anymore
Words get tired after so many tries
No one listens to the same rhymes
No matter how many times rephrased
No matter who says them
No matter who feels them
Even if it is me

I Dont write love poems any more
Because of some bad experiences
I laid off of them a long time ago, when middle school sweethearts turned into highschool lookers
I’ve had my heart broken too many times
I became too vulnerable
While i stayed back in my button up shirts and blue jeans, back pack busting at the seams
She stopped reading
So i stopped writing
People made fun of me
Kissy Face
Loverboy
Playa
Poet
People made fun of me
Heart keys
and
plastic flowers made their way from taditional
wisdom
to cliche
When i was in third grade, i had the biggest crush on Micaela Anaya (Stacey Lohse). I wrote her a letter for Valentine’s Day. Ity said ” Dear Mica (Stacey), Be mine-Von (Jason). P.s. I love you”
And everybody in her library class knew what it said.
Because she read it to them
Out Loud
And i gave them up
So whenever i get the urge to write one
I laugh at myself
And i try to drop that shit

PRETEND TO WALK OFF STAGE, CATCH SOMEONES EYE. LAUGH OUT LOUD

DAMN! (AND OTHER OBSCENETIES CONNOTING AROUSAL)

BRING PERSON UP ON STAGE


Your beauty strikes me down
Damn that girl is fine
Like silver rays of reflected sun dancing through storm clouds
Dime Piece
Fire
Banging
tight
Never mind a dime piece, a silver dollar
And when those storm clouds rain, I dont care how wet i get
My feet melt into the pavement and i am petrified
soopified
mumified
Hands, feet, tongue frozen, afraid of disturbing the perfection of the moment you enter the room
Hey girl! Lemme whisper in yo ear right quick
Im your romeo and youre my juliet
Your step arandejame your twist, a pirouhuette
God sent me an angel, Make me fly baby, Your eyes could make me cry baby
Cuz theyre purrrrty
I’m the rice, youre the white
I feel like sugar slipping through fingers on to breakfast cereal
Youre like a drumstick, fried to perfection....mmmmm.... just like that
Oh....Shit.....

You can see why
I Dont write love poems any more
Because i dont want to be superficial
Because i dont want you to laugh at me
Because i dont want to be cheesy
ingenuine
repetetive
vague
Because i dont want to be corny
Because i dont want to be corny
Because i dont want to say the right thing the wrong way
But i’ll take a chance
And write you a note
That you CANNNN read to your library class
Its simple
Its complicated at the same time
It means something
It could mean everything
Call 7735192203 (2102795236)
And maybe
Just maybe
I’ll give you a post script

Cactus Fruit 1

red brown
dust stinging tired
eyes watering quiet
spikes stinging tired
hands dripping salty tears
onto unfamiliar

Two steps forth
Two
steps,fudging,Three steps
back
One step closer to home

speaking familiar sounds in ambiguous ways
One step closer to home
One pace further from...
home?

He left the bounty to discover
the body somewhere across
the silent lines of color.

blue to green

he
leaving fields of stars
the haven of head
to step into the thicket of
snakes wrenching
from his teeth
from his words

the truth of his body

silent body
silent figures
silent bodies
here awakened
here stirred to passion
to dancing, to flight, given song to be quiet but not silent
given dance to move slowly but not still, to tense, to hush
to whisper

tired hands through sand dripping
with liquid not foreign
but desirable
tired eyes not flat, inactive observers
but visceral and watering

Two steps forward
Two steps forward
Two steps forward
in fields of stars
bloodied hands lift upwards
sweetness exposed
in purple
red

Take.
Eat.