can you be utterly and madly in love with me for one second
Cat
Moet
Bitches
Poetry
Poitry
Spellcheck
Glagolitic
Maren Hassinger Rivers
Happy
Alive
Watching the wind
Glue. Scissors. Old magazines. Cardboard.
That Feeling Behind Your Forehead
Suggesting
Unfamiliar
Annoying
Above ground
Abandoned
Left to weather
Foreign
Aging
Old
Dry and gasping
Ghosted
Read aloud
Asked politely to leave
The night
Begging
Attached
Softly lit
Waved off
For good measure
The exterminator
Your parents
Hung in the doorway
Not welcome
Not here
Not now
Boo:k of Longing, Leonard Cohen.
The night rests against the balcony door - Leif Engström , 2023.
Swedish, b. 1992 -
Oil on canvas, 253 x 230 cm. frame.
One Second Electric
One second fumes
Trying to impress you all
Short circuiting
Maybe not
But maybe
While the wind tells me how much I’m loved
The soil below me
Full of lead
And some local politician’s allegedly stolen my shoes
Brice Marden, Aphrodite (Negril) with Green, (stick and black and colored inks, with white gouache, on ivory wove paper), 1991-1994 [Art Institute Chicago, Chicago, IL. © Brice Marden / ARS, New York]
Poetry With A Dirty Pen
Old friends dancing around
On psychiatric drugs
Dressed up as Gram Parsons
Radio humming
Mocking standardized high school tests
Violent
Passive aggressive
Sweet
Unset ink
Accidentally smudging
Flicking rhinestones into oblivion
William Blake dissolving into modern concrete descriptions
Jack Kerouac kept in hell for not asking permission
Gregory Corso outliving both
Reading Shelley w/o reading Shelley
Slide guitars rambling in the distance
Stolen cars moaning in the background
Old trees croaking
Whispering, “I love you”
Candle lit
Shelves hung up with thumb tacks
Ceramic songbirds settled
Trying to keep up with the seasons
Ladybugs
Freshly picked flowers
Framed paintings
Velvet
Lightly toasted pasta
Sequined pillows
Fresh lines
Pretty lights
All saying,
“Goodnight goodnight’
All saying,
“Tomorrow will better”
Universal Apology Letter
Dear (Insert Name Here),
Life’s weird I look at my hands and get freaked out I look at the clock and get freaked out A commercial’s playing in the background I love(d) you With all my heart
Whatever happened to us Whoever said what when I think about you more than I’d like to admit I care about what you think more than I’d like to admit Something’s blowing across the ground in the distance Humming a soft song
I don’t know why I did that thing that one time Maybe I was scared Confused Upset Maybe I was out of line But I didn’t do that other thing I don’t care what anyone else says I didn’t do it I was in the clouds Scattering down
Maybe I’ll never see you again Maybe I’ll die tomorrow in a freak accident Maybe I’ll explode and dance among the stars or whatever
I’m sorry I love(d) you (Insert Name Here) With all my heart Whatever’s easiest for you I genuinely wish you the best
-Steven
Yaaaaa
Colorful options
Floating around
Like some pixie fairy
Down the road
To your house
All the way back
Dazzling options
Laying out
Like an over privileged swimsuit model
Up and down
The photographer said, “Up and Down”
Horrible options
Riding a haunted boardwalk roller coaster
Whipping past cardboard gravestones
Pouring stolen whiskey into a plastic cup
Telling some weird story that’s kind of funny
Pathetic options
Drooling over mysterious woman who don’t want anything to do with me
Blabbering
Lifeless options
Decomposing under the soil
Whispering one liners
Glorious options
Patting me on the back
Patting me on the back after a rough day
Sad with things being okay