Hopeful
Kites are no good without strings
But birds aren't right without wings.
I think that it is probable
What connects us
Is invisible.
I brought a map and I bought a plan
But I had to choose canopener, or can.
I can't help myself knowing
My knowing
Might be what's going.
If your altitude
Ever loses ground
I'll be the airport
You can land upon.
I drove a train and I turned a car
But I was born lost seeing how you are.
I have a dictionary
Illustrating the fact:
There's uncertainty.
There will be times
You'll hear static, not chimes;
There will be times you'll feel
Turbulence instead of
Wheels.
Guitars can't play without strings
But I can't tune a tune without
living things.
I feel even hopeful
Our connection
Is untouchable.
If your flight pattern
Ever goes wrong
Just radio home
For another song.
- Craig Kurtz
(added 03.06.13)
editor's note: Here we have another treatise on string theory. We are all strung together in cosmic song! And speaking of song and honesty, check out Craig's new album, titled "Honesty" here. - mh
You're pretty
intelligent
from what I can tell.
You get words
so right
they write themselves.
The way you
get away
with meter,
it's murder.
Such structure.
You're really
adroit.
I don't want
you
misquoted.
Take my
temperature.
Your stanzas
get me weak
in the words.
You're very
astute.
Your vernacular
put me on
a stretcher.
Intercept message.
Your lexicon
ensorcells
my
blood pressure.
You're sweetest
w/ the timbre of
grammar. Your
alliteration quickens
my index.
The way you
reassemble
sentences. I receive
reinvented
sanguine.
You're especially
linguistic. The
way your
punctuation
waltzes.
It's your
forehead full
of contents
that really gets my
heart remixed.
- Craig Kurtz
(featured in the poetry forum 11.19.12)
editor's note: My lexicon of lustful linguistics is left in lassitude in the presence of her punctilious prowess. Poof! - mh
Wrong planet
Let me tell you
about logic. It's
flat as the world.
The only problem
w/ being wrong is
thinking that's not
a good start.
Let me tell you
about peculiar. It's
subject to revision.
You'll never know
you're correct
so long as everyone
agrees.
Let me tell you
about popularity.
It's empty calories.
Membership is acceding
no one is listening.
Crunch your
own numbers.
Let me tell you
about how it goes.
Being included is
being deluded.
Emotional mercury
seeks its
own level.
Let me tell you
about planet wrong.
I only stopped for
directions out.
Don't be the reason
someone isn't
singing.
- Craig Kurtz
(featured in the poetry forum 09.07.12)
editor's note: Planet wrong is planet here and now. Sing loud, sing long; but, listen to what you're told. - mh
Only you will
understand these words. I don't
know you
but I understand
you.
I like the way
your body languages, yet
such propriety in your
everything.
Circumspect, yet direct. I bet
ferocious when angry.
(I want to see
all of that.)
And the subtle,
you handle operating
with underivative
aplomb.
I like the tension
sometimes inadvertently
when you're thinking
surprises.
And those classy
kindnesses you
didn't know if
I noticed (I did).
I like how you
(that says it all) are
smarter than you
really need to be.
You're birdlike
and I
like
birds.
I like the illimitable
loyalty you
conduct,
clockwise.
I admire your severe
equanimity, slightly
unsettled
by cute.
Did I mention your startling
curiosity; or the
funny color
of your interesting?
Now, the if. You get
the I don't believe it
part, but there's the
consider it angle, too.
Don't ever hug me
until you know
if you do I
will not
let go.
- Craig Kurtz
(featured in the poetry forum 07.04.12)
editor's note: After such a wonderful proposition, one can't believe it results in "Only you won't." - mh
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