10 things I hate about you

"I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate it
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around
And the fact you didn't call,
But mostly I hate the way
I don't hate you, not even close,
Not even a little bit, not even at all."

- 10 Things I Hate About You (1999), dir. Gil Junger

Indigo Evenings

I get the night time blues.

My heart aches.

Dreams dry and wither.

I reach out my hand to shadows

who dance away with the light,

chasing their own heart aches.

Nothing but indigo nights for me

until morning when the damnable sun

with it's irrepressible warmth

and optimism rises once again.

The cycle continues, uncaring

that I conspire against it.



~~JKB 2017

She dreams

Indigo Dreaming

Walaupun

Translation:

Even though tomorrow
the sun will shine in the blue sky,
the birds will sing,
the wind will continue to blow,
nothing is as beautiful as before.
I still miss you. ~~ JKB 2016

I Rise

I've been through hell, 
not nearly enough heaven. 
In spite of it all, I rise. 
I love, even if I do it alone. 
What is life without a bit of joy 
and a lot of sorrow?

JKB 2017~~

Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.

There is no happiness like mine.

I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.

Her eyes are sad

and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.

The light is dim.

The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,

their blond legs burn like brush.

The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.

When I get on my knees and lick her hand,

she screams.

I am a new man.

I snarl at her and bark.

I romp with joy in the bookish dark.