wary of the way people treat others
i sneak through the internet
creeping on conversations
reading and sometimes reacting
but never
ever
ever
replying
[that’s far too frightening]
but i’m still there[/here]
in the world wide web
day and night
[less so lately
but still
sometimes]
[perhaps even oftentimes]
waiting for the moment when i
might be called upon
to say something
important
something meaningful
something
loud
[but would i take that baton
or immediately hand it off
to someone who i know
is more comfortable
with conflict
and internet yelling
than my own self?]
i suppose i’ll just have to
dodge and wind my way around
until it comes to that day
and perhaps
sneak away
then
too
waiting
December 20, 2025
sometimes
subjects will mull around in my brain
for days
weeks
maybe months
[sometimes years]
before i write them down
in poem form
it’s like steeping a tea full of thoughts
so that, when i go to write it, it’s actually flavorful enough to taste
and perhaps taste is the way words come to me
[i do care about mouth-feel]
and expression is as much about
the emotion
as it is
the explanation
so the next time i’m pondering a subject matter
and think to myself “why haven’t i written it out yet?”
i can just answer
“it’s still stewing
still steeping
still brewing
give it time
give it time
it’ll taste better
with a little more time
[have you ever
not
written it out?]”
September 26, 2025
abeckoning
abaiting
awaiting an answer
and trying to force it
out
June 6, 2025
observing humanity
in an emergency
department
[but i should probably be
eating some sort of snack
to make my own humanity
a little bit
even-er]
May 5, 2025
sometimes the yearning gets to be too much
and the decision is either to
delve deep
and inevitably find
that even as i try
to live in the memories of the moments gone by
i can’t even remember them
accurately
fully
or, sometimes,
at all
or
just pretend like i’m putting off that analysis
for another day
and put it of
and put it off
and wait
and wait
and wait for the day when
i will be able to remember accurately and fully
because of magic
or time travel
or something else entirely
[even though i know
full well
the first stanza of this poem
will never fully be fixed
so i prefer to live in this one
where the possibility
still
exists]
March 26, 2025
i don’t know what i’m waiting for
but i’m waiting
i’m waiting
February 25, 2025
the heavy things are all percolating
just above my head
not yet ready to stream down
and be real thoughts
quite yet
but i can feel them all brewing
February 10, 2025
how much more need i write
before my beloved bagels
arrive?
April 27, 2023
pounding hearts
waiting limbos
musics
lists
memories
texts
plans
but no planning
and no jinxing
hopefully
hopes
April 24, 2023
the calm before the storm
no
there’s been so much storm before
now
the eye
of the hurricane
waiting
to discover
the truth amongst
the wild weather around us
but what do we do now
when we know
that only tempest
surrounds us
[no escaping
reality]
kipventures 