xylopoet

It’s good to be here. Thank you to our host & the cafe for running the show & the pleasant ambiance.  I have with me this evening 3 original poems I’d like to share.  This first one is a sequel to a poem I wrote a couple years ago. Years ago, I wrote a masterpiece of a poem about how True Love Never Dies. About my partner and I. And we, in fact in turn, decided to end our partnership. So this piece here tonight, is about how True Love can, healthily, fade away. And that’s a positive transformation.  The title of this poem comes from a song by one of my favorite bands. A lot of my poetry is inspired by music. So the lyric that I love goes, quote: “we met where time and life shook hands and said goodbye.” And this poem is titled Ocean. Ocean meet me in the middle of nowhere; the point between a glacier and the shore our perceived persona and the self deep beneath. somewhere inside someone else, and our shelf  showing off the artifacts found from a cataclysm who...

 These poems poured from me this past springtime following  a depressive episode. Thank you for supporting bipolar artists. Nothing oh it’s just the destruction of the self you’ve been warned about the tendency to disappear sideways when the going gets absurd the demolition gets going. clearing for creation like a parking lot over paradise paving ways away the way i try to fight the morning light but it pours in through the open door rays ablaze piercing patterns beckoning a rise when there is no shine from the inside i am an ice cube kept from the cold puddled. from mud sprout lotus i know this but i doom drown where roots rot buried alive i try to blossom from the bottom of the mush mess i’ve become yet the seasons cold blanketing freeze where i lay sold out of soul out of gas & out of road where a bed’s all the home when only up i know ain’t enough to go with warm waves to save me from below this show has one episode never golden still frozen. Holding on something’s gon...

This one’s about two interesting interactions i had with two very nice dudes i met, one near LA in California and one in rural Virginia.  The first acquaintance of mine was telling me about himself when he casually and coolly said he is first generation american”. That was my first time hearing the term, so i asked what it meant. He said his parents were born and raised in Russia, and that they moved to America for his birth, making him the first one in all his family’s lineage to be born outside of Russia.  Flash forward 5 years to Virginia. I’m chatting with an acquaintance of mine. He asked me, “So…what are you?” when wanting to hear about my heritage. Like, those ancestry tests that define your lineage going back centuries. And I’m from this general region (New Jersey) so he assumed I’d say some part of Western Europe, maybe irish or italian or english which is the answer I’d always been trained to say.  But i kinda think like, I don’t really identify as any of those ...