Tuesday, June 29, 2004

on being not invisible

i never saw it coming
didn’t bother to expect it
i flew beneath the radar
left no footprint on the sand
i was sure i cast no shadow
then i found myself confronted
by a string of pointed inquiries
that left me plainly wondering
how long i’d been so obvious
to everybody else, or even
just to anybody else - it was a shock
to think that i, omniverous
observer, had in fact
been seen - and not in passing,
seen and scrutinized and rated,
given credit (more or less),
that my small ripples - those i thought
perhaps i didn’t even cast -
had moved a pebble, lapped a twig
out on some distant shore somewhere.
now i see, or am less blinded,
see myself no more transparent
don’t believe i have no impact
stand in shock and petrifaction
too afraid of what will follow
to do anything

I had to type this up because I’ve been carrying it around in my notebook for months and every time I reread it the word “ripples” looked to me like “nipples.” Now that it’s re-edited on line I can stop reviewing my notes, get that damned word right, and move on with my life.  And with that: me and my nipples are blowing this popsicle stand.  I’m done with my day and vice-versa.  Catch you later, esteemed readers....

Dang I read it as nipples the first time myself. Thought to myself....self, he said nipples, heh. Then realized it didn’t make sense in context and realized it was, in fact, ripples. No heh after all. Sad now.

I can’t conceive of you EVER being invisible in any form. You’re much too dynamic for that.

i too read it as “nipples” but agree with Kim in finding it hard to imagine you as invisible - your presence is just to damn big

thanks, now i read nipples too.  you shouldn’t have mentioned it!
it was lovely before the nipple thing.

i totally read “nipples” too.  what on earth is the matter with us all??

all kidding aside, this was great. and i agree with kim.  i have never actually *seen* you, but i agree with kim!  :)

me and my nipples - “pinky” and “lefty” - are very pleased to have insinuated ourselves into your filthy minds.  our next poem, “jumbly bits,” will examine the interplay between eros and the creative urge, revolving around the classic adage that the penis mightier than thesword.

damn even when I try to crawl out of the muck I just get sucked further in.  good thing I like it here.

i can not believe you went there. omg. i should believe it given what i know of you, but still, damn. :D