LOGBERG in MOTOWN

June 26, 2011 7:58AM-

2011-06-26T04:59:00.000-07:00

While I pack my camp gear

I try hard to imagine what you would say

I was missing, something I wouldn't

Even know I forgot until I needed it.

You would probably like my tent,

I think, as Ann and I practice

Putting it up and taking it down

At least once or twice, to prepare.

Here in the front yard, it seems

Like a futile excersise, but I know

You would agree with the theory.

I sometimes still think as I push open

The garage door, I will see your hand

Outstretched, palm out.

I wait to hear you call my name,

To greet me with that excitement in your voice.

And maybe a tiny bit of resentment

That it had been two or three days since the last visit.

You would probably ask for a can of gasoline.

I never did, but now, I would probably ask you

To share your can of Skoal. I wish

We would have done that, when we still could.

I wish we would have gone camping.

I know you were tired, and ready to go-- to be honest.

I know I would have selfishly pushed you through it,

But on the other end, we would have both been better,

And I'd have had a few more memories to hold onto.

I wish you would have met my wife. She only knows

The picture of you at Jason's wedding

That I haven't decided where to hang quite yet.

I know it's never long enough,

But in your case, it really wasn't.

All these people that have come along

Like your great-gandson, who shares your name--

I wonder if he would call you Pappaw--

Or later on if he would spell it like

I do, or with an L, or like mom does--

All these people now in our lives,

And those not yet arrived,

Would not hope to be here, were it not for you.

We would not be who we are without your love.

And they owe your thier happiness, as we do

Though they have never met you.

December 12, 2009, after midnight

2010-04-29T18:15:00.001-07:00

As the winter dustings settle in.

As we spend Tuesdays hanging stockings

And Thursdays trimming trees-- hanging lights.

I know more than I did yesterday

That you are all I was meant for.

Between Santa hats and small disputes,

I hope I can find enough time to tell you

How much I love you. Between 7am coffee

And staring for 120 seconds before you awake,

I hope I can shine a light on you

Like you have done for me every day.

I hope I can show, I was meant for you.

And we were meant for two man Friday nights.

The bitter sting of salty Tequila shots,

The permentant smiles are setting in.

2009-12-26T17:21:00.000-08:00

If I could say how I feel it would certainly scare you.

They aren't mere words, they are pulses of love.

Electric vines entwined between your lips and mine.

It could not be more simple-- this is love.

Love beyond greeting cards. It surpasses

Shakespeare, it could not be acted or played out

In any way, it could only be you and I,

On a train from Rome to Venice, with

My head on your lap, your hand in my hair.

It can't be written out in detail, but I could show you.

If I could take a picture

Of your hand, wrapped inside of mine.

Your shoulder tucked below my arm.

Your cheek against my body, softly.

Your heart inside my heart.

August 26, 2009

2009-08-26T19:54:00.001-07:00

I've got you hanging on my wall.

I've got you buzzing in my ear.

I've got you wrapped around

The corners of my mind

And on it all the time.

I've come this far for only you.

I've been waiting for so long.

I've got drawers packed full

Of greeting cards. I've got

Poems, I've got songs, I've got you.

I've got love tight inside my pocket.

I've got a hard grip on tomorrow.

I've got you to look forward to.

I've got much more than I would ask for.

I've got you hanging on my wall.

August 22, 2009 - the beginning of Annie

2009-08-23T19:56:00.000-07:00

You may have spoke too soon,

But I'm feeling just the same as you.

You are beautiful, you taste like my

Dreams coming true. Your taste

Fascinates me. Your laugh, your shape

As you climb out of bed, your smile,

Your head on my lap. I miss

You every minute you are away,

But you say "soon enough"

You will be here, be mine,

Be my baby blue eyes.

And we will run off after the sunrise.

I've been waiting for you.

2009-08-23T19:50:00.000-07:00

You left like sunset,

Squeezed behind the hill,

Regretting our last mistaken goodbye.

A breeze licked the raindrops from the rail,

As the sun beating broke the scilence

Of a Saturday afternoon aglow.

Full of dancing limbs, and telephone poles.

A warm aroma oozes out to air.

The summer melts around me; wet, dripping,

Heat-soaked with laughter not yet opened up.

A fine moment this would be, with company,

Easy chatter, like spilled drinks un-noticed.

A slender cloud on the horizon, cut

Deep into the distance, I wonder what.

Closing out the sunshine, with eyelids shut.

2009-08-23T19:46:00.000-07:00

It was the last time

I heard your voice.

The pitchy frustration,

A cliff's edge

A crash of satly tear-waves below.

A year I waited

And you slid into my bed

With enough ease to

Make me wonder. After

Months, I ran out of poems

That I hadn't already read to you.

You grew bored, rushed off

To a walkaway.

It was the last time.

the roomies, early 2007

2009-08-23T19:35:00.000-07:00

James lays lazily watching a TV commercial

Selling a television, or lipstick; pink I think.

I think, this might be thunder rolling in;

Crashing, like dishes dirty in the sink.

I think, Kevin must be on his way, soon enough.

Last minute Lora, kissing enough to last

Until Friday. Next week will be moving in tomorrow.

I think, I might be hoping

For a late night call from you. Like last night's

Drunken, backwards, half-hearted apoligy (insulting).

I'm remembering my cousin's laugh, sudden and true.

I think of you, when I think of

Almost anything. Surprise, surprise.

Shuffling off, grey shoes, near

The chair I slept in last night. We

Were right on track with midnight love

Making, to making steps towards birthday dinners,

Book discussions, rushing off after sleeping in too late.

I think, I give up on this.

I think, winning isn't worth it after all.

I catch a break between two moments

To consider your side. I find a breath,

Breatjing you out, without much regret,

Forget, forget, forget, we ever met.

And everyone laughs, the funny scene between the trees,

The polka-dot chair peeking through the screen.

I think, this is as far as I can get.

RAAAWWRRR its Sargeras!

2009-07-30T19:37:00.000-07:00

below is a sonnet from the greatest known world crushing poet, Sargeras

Enjoy...

They're not afraid of me. Their jackal-cries
And leaps, and shield-wall rattles are unfeigned,
Their iron-shod angry spear-tips upward trained
Perchance to pierce my black, unarmored eyes.
They're not afraid. Nor would I be, though I
Were mortal e'en as they, and small as they
And knew my sun had wheeled its final day
Across a singed and melancholy sky.
(It's over.) In the distance fades the roar
Of my lieutenants, whose unruly song
Gloats throaty over trophies, braying long.
I fly instead to silence at the core,
Whose still-warm glowing rivers lurch and braid
And tumble at my eyebrows unafraid.

2009-07-10T19:21:00.001-07:00

If sweetness could burn

I'd be bandaged up and blistered.

You've been bringing more than

I saw coming my way.

And I will take this step.

I'll let some sweetness dissolve.

After all, time is shorter than you imagine.

But I will take my time with you.

And please keep in mind

What I've been through before.

And keep your wonder

Wandering, be free and float.

That's what makes you shine so, anyway.

2009-06-23T20:03:00.001-07:00

If this was it,

I'd wrap you up in the details

And fight it out until it wasn't worth the effort anymore.

I won't let you go

Starting tomorrow.

I'll sleep on this tonight,

And feel how it feels to slide into giving in,

I'm living in a world meant for me and you,

Alone.

Will you begin, to see it my way?

Anyway, I'll try my best. If I regret what happens

I'll be better off for knowing. Knowing you.

Knowing there's something better off in the distance.

And I begin to let you off too easy.

Are you coming home?

Monkey, I've missed you. It's beginning to blend into

All those times I stopped holding onto.

I won't let it die.

I'm here to stay, for a while.

If I could only see you smile at me

Once before I dream tonight

Things would be very easy

And I'd be rising out into the midnight sky for good.

I wish you were coming to visit soon.

Oh monkey, how I've missed you.

2009-06-23T18:42:00.001-07:00

So many times we've been right here.
What ties me to you is real, unspoken.
But things have shifted, and again
It's fading, distancing my here
And your there. It isn't fair.
And who's at fault? After all
We're children playing a game for
Grown-ups. If we were older
Things might have turned out
Golden, but time is short
And I'll get to the point:
I'm not over you. I am
Right where I have been
For years. And I'll
Hang onto you.
Until you
Come around
Again.
Bye,
For Now,
Beautiful.

May 18, 2007

2009-06-21T16:46:00.001-07:00

Another beer my dear?
There are plenty in the fridge.
We have everything we need right here,
so let your golden hair down.
I'd like to just sit around
drinking whiskey while the sun sets,
laughing loudly at the times we've had
so far, and it's only just started.
Your smile makes me feel silly,
and your eyes tend to freeze me solid.
I don't know what it is,but you've got it;
and I can't get enough.
So let's open up another tall boy,
I'll let you call me cupcake.
I don't just want to spend the night with you,
I'd love to spend the next day too

June 29, 2007

2009-06-21T16:45:00.000-07:00

She threw the lemonade
with passion, I knew she meant it.
It shaved the paint from the wall
behind my bed, where we dreampt last night
of how good it could be
(my arm resting beneath her head,
tingling; falling asleep).
But it's not up to me, she thinks
she's done with this, and that.

And now her voice, slightly slurring,
is saying she wants to "work it out",
to "talk"-- which mostly means yell
at me, like a dog who shit in the corner
of her bedroom. I'm running out of reasons
to keep this effort up. Her golden hair
is dulling, I see the crust and scabs
covered with makeup, that weren't there
last time I looked. But it's my fault that
we got here, so I'll let her choose.
Please excuse me dear, be a little kinder,
I am all you've got left to lose.

2009-06-14T12:39:00.000-07:00

As the buzzing fades in...

That familiar feeling grabs a hold of me.

Between my yesterdays long gone

And tomorrows come too soon

I'm in between being over you

And being too alone to care.

What you have done, I've done twice as often,

But it's lost in the details, forgotten.

So I'll soothe myself, a drink;

Some quick release, some conversation.

Summer came calling,

Softly lead in by a steady rain,

But now the heat is surely saying it's time.

It's time, for drinks on the back deck,

For feeling young, like Monday

Isn't coming, and you didn't break my heart

Last spring. It's time for moving on.

Time for goodbyes.

Time for fading into the background.

It's time for summer.

March 23, 2004

2009-05-27T19:04:00.001-07:00

late at night with nothing to dream

I'm running circles in my bed

I am bored out of my mind

and I can't get you out of my head

I can't seem to forget your laugh

misplace your smile

lose your company

but I can't begin to find you

in the space that's right beside of me

I wish it wasn't like it is

it’s in my nature to be alone

but you don't feel the same as me

I can hear it in your tone

but I don't feel it in your touch

you wouldn't let me get that close to you

so I pretend I'd rather be like this

what else am I supposed to do

except lay in bed tonight

and watch the darkness on the ceiling

and contemplate the simple solution

to all the loneliness I'm feeling

March 11, 2004

2009-05-27T19:02:00.000-07:00

I let her slip away again

I'm better off than on

she's a danger to my health

and I'll feel better when she's gone

things keep changing like the wind

that's stinging deep into my skin

I'm better off than on

so I'll be heading back on in

to make another late-night visit

to listen to the stories that she tells

about a girl in love, innocence

they are obviously about someone else

she may linger in my mind

bunny tells me all the time

she might fall for my cheep tricks

down deep she's cheep inside like me

but still, I fall for her every time

how much more cliche could I be

I see I'm better off than on

I'll feel better when she's gone

but if she'd let me stay a while

and get in close enough to touch

I'd live for the smell of her body

I bet that I could change so much

I'm better off without her

her feelings seem to be gone

it's too bad I still feel for her

but I'm better off than on

March 7, 2004

2009-05-27T18:58:00.000-07:00

all my best attempts are wasted

on girls I wish I never met

on a hand I knew I'd never win

on odds better left un-bet

so I cash in my remaining chips

just a little behind in the end

I've lost my money

I've lost my pride

I've gained a so-called friend

I called my therapist today

to ask for some love advice

she held my hand and calmed my fears

who knew a girl could be so nice

its time to go back to my old tricks

I've got lots of lies to return

I've got pain to give

time to get my kicks

and lots of love to burn

August 22, 2003

2009-05-27T18:53:00.000-07:00

I've collected you up

into ripped pieces of paper

with your name and number

a heart and

"call me later"

you've written down your excuses

and left them on the table

with the mail

and a scribbled sign that says

"love for sale"

I take my own advice

and climb aboard the ride

as I slowly read your reasons

and don't have the energy

to wonder if you lied

I'm just bored with being a bore

tired of spending the night

with the same old whore

but the bars are closed

and it's time to go home

but it's not home anymore

and I'm not going there alone

so I crawl down the street

in a moment of haste

so what if I didn't leave with you

there's too much time to waste

and not enough things to do

there aren't very many options

another doctor perscribed

friday night

we'll feel a whole lot better

if it ends in a fight

there's still a few more chances to take

while the sleeping stars are unafraid

a few more corners to wait on

when I'm waiting on you

a few more days of this

before I tell you I'm through

May 3, 2003

2009-05-27T18:52:00.000-07:00

so it begins again

this same feeling has made me hollow

like my long lost friend

like I'm in love with the sorrow

I can't write you a poem

without a good excuse to cry

so I

disguise myself with lonliness

to create another reason why

and pass another season by

I can still see the same hollow feeling

in your eyes

just out of reach but not out of mind

stay with me if you can find the time

to rewind

to when your eyes

were not so hollow as mine

they were the only hope that I still had

how I wish

I didn't miss you so bad

May 24, 2009

2009-05-26T19:13:00.003-07:00

The freeway sputtering through the sunroof

Is thick with a June afternoon.

Humid, nearly wet, from summer days to come.

My thoughts are wandering sloppily, skipping

Through possibilities rapidly.

I won't settle down into an idea for a week or two

At which time I'll probably get stuck on missing you.

I'm trying harder than before to let go.

My intentions were clear,

And your "reasons" clearly excuses.

But I won't blame you, I've got baggage to drag around,

And you are light, like a beach towel floating

On long, healthy, summer grass.

All this wondering is stupid after all.

Worthless pondering, forcefully formulating a perspective.

If I had less of an angle, there might have been more room

For something other than all-or-nothing.

And right now you could convince me to pretend

To be as indifferent as you'd like

If it ment you'd lay down with me tonight

And let me taste again a little of the good life.

Now that's something I can spend a long ride dreaming of.

But I'd be better off to think of anything but,

So I'll spend the next few hours dreaming of mixed nothings

Even though nearly everything reminds me of you.

May 23, 2009

2009-05-26T19:13:00.001-07:00

This space is mine.

While you take yours, withdrawing from my room,

I will make room for myself, and hope.

Although hope is hard to hold tonight.

Tonight is not unlike many others,

Churning yesterday and the day before

Over and over until worn and blended;

A barely noticable scar.

And who can blame you, when it's timing at fault.

I'd done the same to you, there's proof.

And your excuse is better than my

Dissapearing act. And our reasons are nearly the same,

Or so I can hope.

And hope that timing will find it's place,

Sometime around the corner of the coming season.

May 20, 2009

2009-05-26T19:12:00.004-07:00

How did we go from rushing home from work and class

And canceling plans for me-and-you,

And ice cream on a Sunday night

Past bedtime. To "too serious". What is so serious

about falling and love anyway?

I'm fed up with too-far-in-between. I'm tired of

Heart-on-my-sleve, it works so much better

When it's take-it-or-leave-it. But I'm not nearly

Over feeling sorry-for-myself. Can you blame me?

I've got a glass of wine and some DVR to keep my company.

And a poem I wrote for you, that I can't share.

I guess I deserved it after all. I guess I can't complain.

But I will.

January 29, 2009

2009-05-26T19:12:00.003-07:00

In this caffinated dream it seems my ends

End up pointing in the same direction.

I'm twisted up on top of myself.

I'm carefully configuring a life too soon.

It's much too early in the morning to feel so alone.

And ironic, that late tonight I'll yearn to be so.

And a winding ride, will ease my mind.

With solem stride, I'll get myself right.

But where is my light? I have only the moon.

What happened to Sunday afternoon?

April 24, 2008

2009-05-26T19:12:00.001-07:00

So what about today?

Yesterday was way too soon,

But can we wait until tomorrow?

And if the time never comes,

What will we say, what remains?

Can we stretch our finite time

Into a rectangle, and press it under glass?

How long until the wine corks

Stop smelling? How long until

Your bobby pins have all disappeared?

Questions linger above the floor

Like static balloons, low on helium.

And you move through me, with a breath

Of the suade. Your skin, sweat--

Your love comes easing back into me.

And you shake me, but I pretend

It goes unnoticed. And I don't

Hate you, I couldn't.

Though I've tried, you know

A piece of you lives inside of me forever.

March 6, 2008

2009-05-26T19:11:00.003-07:00

When I woke up at 4am, the TV wasn't on.

I found it hard feel my way accross the floor

Without the flickering light, I guess you're gone.

I live in the pictures of us before,

When things were good-- although never great for long.

I've still got a piece of you in my back pocket,

But no silver locket, no impulsive tattoo.

You still sing to me in my bedside fan,

Cling to me in my grandmothers quilts,

Speak softly through the smell I find in my pillow.

For now, I will carry you with me,

A burden I won't mind,

Mostly because I can't get you out of mine.

October 8, 2008

2009-05-26T19:11:00.001-07:00

I used to love the afternoons

that was when there was a me and you

now there's me, somewhere you

and the evenings are all I have to brighten my mood

a glass of pino, a TV show

some time with myself

and a little time alone

there's my dog, my e-mails

and there is always tomorrow morning

no matter how much I try to stretch

today's calm night sky a few more hours

but after tomorrow morning's coffee

work, a quick lunch with a book

the evening will reappear

crisp as ever, welcoming

and I can hope it won't fade again

imagine the morning is not so near

I can always hope

September 30, 2008

2009-05-26T19:10:00.001-07:00

As I'm sliding into a Wednesday morning

Straight towards alarms and iced, black coffee

I wonder.

If it was closer to last Sunday, just forty-eight hours

How much less backtracking would it take?

But now it's too late.

Soon I'll be climbing out of Tuesday

And tripping on my responsibilities along the way

But do I dare.

And who cares?

It's been just a prominade of yesterdays

A continuous crashing of tomorrows

With me stuck in the middle.

September 15, 2008

2009-05-26T19:09:00.000-07:00

There is time left, if just enough,

There is time. Time to unwind

This ball of string and wire.

Time to make more out of a mess,

A tangle that very well could have been less.

There are wings left to be worn.

And worn out.

Wings to carry a single person

From the hole, gliding on the air.

Air as stiff as a hesitated breath on a neck

During a whispered, half-hearted, "I love you."

There are still knots, some stronger

Than I can be right now, for you at least.

I will not unwrap your trappings:

A forced laugh, a word said but not meant.

There will not be butterflies inside of this.

What we have here is as faded

As our summer tans.

I will retreat from you quickly now.

I will run, as you crash towards me

Like sunlight turning the corner on a shadow.

I will not have the patience to unravel you.

I must say, "I'm sorry," my time is short,

Like this goodbye.

July 16, 2008

2009-05-26T19:08:00.001-07:00

What a circus it's been...

(between lunch dates and drunken messes) I saw

that I was not ready for anyone like you.

Not because I sometimes miss her,

though sometimes I do.

Because casual things end,

they end badly, or they begin again,

a whole lot less casual.

And not even casual is what I'm after.

I'm looking for hello, goodbye.

Polite, but not nice.

Where I wouldn't think twice about

go fuck yourself.

I'm looking for not much at all.

And, although, anything is better than before.

Right now, it would be hard to be

much better than her.

May 10, 2008

2009-05-26T19:06:00.000-07:00

at the end of this rope

I found an answer

hung all my hopes on you

what remains from Friday afternoons

what broke wide open

but when it came time

for you to step up, stand beside me

you went missing

when I needed you, you dissapeared

I need you now, where are you?

so much for golden hair,

no golden promises remain

now things have changed

April 3, 2008

2009-05-26T19:05:00.000-07:00

I hang my shirt, a matching tie

From the lamp beside my bedroom door.

A routine I've carried out

So many times before. But now

You aren't waiting in my bed.

No, "can you get me water?"

"Those pants are wrinkled."

"Don't wake me up in the morning."

Just a few more small routines:

Check the e-mail, charge the phone

--in case you come calling, in part.

And tonight

There will be no bedtime pleasure.

No one, last, tired "love you"

Before your eyes close.

Before you steal my pillows.

And this is nothing like it was before.

Before we knew there was no happy ending.

Back then we had green drinks

And love seemed magical, like vodoo

And you'd make everything OK

Without effort, it was easy for you

To make me smile. For a while it was this

and then it went, went running away.

Poem Blog

2009-05-26T19:04:00.000-07:00

I thought I'd post some of my poems in here in a blog sort of format. I always read through them every couple months to get some perspective, so thought this would be a good place to put them out there...