Shorties (my most recent short ones)

I’m ..
Your ultimately
Dull companion

Wind me up
Watch me go
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Alabaster

Alabaster
Mac daddy
He’s white
But he likes to sing karaoke

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Striped Pants

Striped pants
Sway my momentum

When they move
Back and forth
Back and forth

Then they sway my everything
And my nausea wins

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FLY

I’m a mere fly on the wall
Of my own shit factory

The smell
Permeates
My skin
Permeates
My bones
Permeates
The porous
Membranes
Built to
Explode

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Everything

Everything
For your amusement
Everything
For my
Anecdotal time

Everything
For a
Reason
Everything
because
U care

When I think of everything
When I think of the reasons
When I think of the anecdotes
When I think of amusement
When I think of how u care

But I write
For the words
Or the time
Or the verse
Or the sayings
Or the anecdotes
Or the reasons
Or the seasons
Or the mind blowing empty hearted jumping up and down yelling waving my arms to see me saying hey from over there
or flapping my wings to see them dart in another direction or fall apart to a million feathered boas while I’m prancing in circles with my one good leg that likes to get wacky when the tides come in and when it’s dark I get to use the other one that works
mostly
silently
Unabridged
Unabashed
Unwashed
But clean
With a hair or two out of place
With a mole or two in that place
With a smile
With a grin
With a purple kind of slim
Waisted trench coat
Not with buttons
But with buckles
Not that clasp
But that click
In place
But they don’t stay
Put
Like
They
Are
Supposed to

I still use em anyway

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when your eyes close
just that moment

when the keyboard keys
take on other faces

when the words
take on other meaning

and your life
finally stops spinning

YOU
pause

breathe

taking it all in
you stop
look around
smell

just to make sure the scents match
what you see
what you taste
what you feel

is it real
is it live
or is it just memorex

your questions subside
your words get longer
more defined

you smile
cause it feels alright
cause you could let go
for a second
a minute
a lifetime

– S. Rodriguez  8-14-13

And Such is Inspiration

One to remind you
Not of the good times
Or the happier days

One to wake you
Spit in your coffee
And to let the delusions flow

Freely
Directly
Aimed at my heart
And my mind

And the smirk
you expect an hour later
Never comes

My constant faults
Made questionable
By the random
Accusations

My smile
It lingers
A sweet little emotion
I’d found through him

My cracked lips
My not so shaky anymore hand
My pleasant self
Reminded why
Reminded how
Reminded WHO

And
All the bells
Have rung
All the cake batter
Licked clean
All the things I make up
Oh wait
That’s not me

Shorties – short poems from my notebooks ’99

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S Rodriguez 11-1998

You’re my deadbeat daddy !!!
And I want my Mommy.

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S Rodriguez 11-1998

I’m going to count to ten on 2 fingers today.
My hands shaking too hard and mind too numb to try to count beyond.

May I Call You Stephanie

Miss gaga

I just finished watching “burqa” the remix on YouTube.

My fiancé is a huge fan. I’ve reluctantly watched and sang along.
Of course, me being too cool and “indie” to acknowledge that I truly appreciated your work. All the while ive appreciated the true artist you are.
The word “artist” is obviously thrown around lightly, about anyone…who does anything.

To me, an artist is someone who draws  a line, crosses it, and dares others to cross that same line, and if they aren’t ready to cross that line, at least be willing to acknowledge that line exists and at the very least, be able to appreciate its beauty.

When I saw the word “artpop”, I melted. I grew up appreciating Warhol, Haring, Basquiat, Lichtenstein, etc…
I was able to share that same beauty with a handful of people, who now also appreciate it as well.
I was excited, imagining how many people would now begin to appreciate art, music, poetry, and now even moving images..one’s like the Burqa video.

You’ve moved my fiancé and I
with
Your words
Your voice
And have inspired me to write a damn fan letter.
Which I don’t think I’ve done, since Natalie Merchant circa 1990. (Must be something about you New York women).

Thank you though.
For making him dance
And making him smile
And for stopping me in my tracks
And mesmerizing me with your voice and your words.

Keep doing what you are doing
Keep inspiring the youth
Keep inspiring the LGBT community.
But most of all keep being that ARTIST

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My :
Rhythmically blessed
Statuesque
Soul filled
Lip smackin
Blood drippin
Whole hearted
Rootin
Tootin
I said
Rootin
Tootin

Who’s
Unequivocally
Evoking
Unimaginable
Emotions
Unintelligible
Expressions
Unbelievable
Excitability
In me
In little ol me

And I love it
I can’t imagine me without it
I can’t imagine us without it
Cause we’d be just as amazing.
Just a lil slower

7-30-13 – sr
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