New Poem about the closing of Pro Corporation

Pro Corporation

Today I felt
the death throes
of an era
wash over me
in rivulets of sorrow
even as the rain
washed streams
through the roof
into plastic
injection molded buckets
lots of her
were tagged and auctioned
machinery dismantled
fluids drained and trucked away

gone are the days
of 24/7
the hey-day
of the Pro-
Phy-Lac-tic
Brush Company
and, as language matured,
"The Pro Corporation"
(a division of Vistron)
there is no more cafeteria
no nurse's station
no pin with three rubies
for 5 years seniority

on this day
sorting through files
boxing up paperwork
the bidding began
the buyers poked
and peered into
every private nook
they could
there I stood
unable to voice
this heavy sadness
as she passed
as if I cast a spell
by evoking
her history
she whispered
"Remember me"

ltv
4/25/07

Some (old) New Poems

They're not exactly old, but aren't quite new either. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

January 17, 2007

and so comes the cold
that lets me discover all
warm parts of myself



Captured and Freed

reach into my heart
grab that part that
refuses to heal
the part that's spent
a lifetime dying
trying not to feel
drag it outside
of me so I can
see it is real
make it harder
to deny the
gaping hole
in my defences
which has been
filled by ill-fitting
substances
show it to my face
that empty place
hanging like
a broken rabbit
break this habit
of loneliness
do this all
with just
one kiss

ltv
4/5/07



a myriad of stupid fucking things

stupid fucking things
that shouldn't have
made me so
fucking angry
I want to punch
and kick
and stomp
on all things
on me
on my mood
on life
on living
on things that don't go right
this fight to survive
is fucking with
my sense of pleasure
I don't have
the leisure to wait
and relax
and calmly remember
that life is generally fine
I whine and whine
about not being perfect
so I regret every tiny
little flaw or gnaw
on my conscious
I pick at these scabs
poke at the flab
berate myself
I hate myself
for hating myself


ltv
4/12/07

Moose Response

Stan, I warned you it was coming. Enjoy!

Here's the Moose

Hello! I am a stately moose
And I'd really like to tell the truth
It's very hard to be a moose
with all these humans on the loose
I'm not a special sort of moose
though I sound an awful lot like Seuss
I am one single moose, not plural moose
in case you thought you had to choose
I am also one very angry moose
and so I like to play this ruse
I, an ordinary moose
have been able to deduce
that being just a single moose
I can be a sly recluse
so if you're looking for a moose
not a deer or canada goose
And even if you're an Elk or Moose
carrying some orange white flag of truce
or you desperately want to spy one friggin moose
(allow me to reintroduce)
I am that one friggin moose
and I just can't stand any more abuse!

ltv
4/18/07