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One Bizarre Easter
This year there was no family feast.
The kitchen was deserted,
There was no cleaning in the least
The house was not converted.
We did not grab the extra chairs
Or find the doily thingies,
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I Can't Believe You Noticed
I like to spill my thoughts on paper
And let it bleed.
Drip.
Splash.
I like to curve my letters weird
And swing them
Down.
Up.
I like to show you whats in my head,
But the only way I know how to do that is by -
Caspers Take- Blog on Climate Change 2050
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What up its ya boi Casper, welcome to Caspers Take and I'm back with another video blog documenting mother earth in 2050! -
OK
I’ve embraced the music that is blasting through my phone
And I’m ok with darkness though do not leave me alone. -
Ribbons of Shadows
There I go again.
Playing with ribbons instead tying bows.
Braiding the fibers instead of
knitting them into something worthwhile.
Splattering paint when it should all be put away.
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Moon Dust
I feel the dead of night
it sits like a heavy blanket on my chest.
the stars say hello
as I whisper into the night.
Sometimes the moon joins the lonely
endevors I go on.
I often feel the tickle from a stars breath
Loves
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My Mind Is...
My mind is a car
On a highway
Racing
Zooming
Going faster and faster
My mind is a plane
In the air
Full of chatter
Zipping across the sky
My mind is a train
On a track
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How to drown
I learned to swim
When I was young
I learned
Freestyle
Breastroke
And butterfly
Now here I am
Years later
And all I know
Is how to sink
How to drown
How to go deeper
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Roses
It ended with roses.
I process the funeral in snatches.
Glimpses, even.
I see my family spilling out into the cemetery
Long-lost cousins twice-removed,
Great granduncles,
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Where I’m From
I am from coffee beans,
from bitter brews and cracked porcelain mugs.
I am from the steamed soy eggs,
the scent that clings to mornings
like an old, Chinese dwelling.
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Snapple
There’s a Snapple on the general store roof.
There’s been one there for quite a while. About three years.
Must be nasty by now.
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Childhood
I remember when a phone wasn't important to me
When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass
Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky