Saturday, October 22, 2011

[Poetry] Window Cleaning

I wrote this poem after my window cleaning job one cold day in December.


Jason Carter
12/5/2006

Window Cleaning

Frost creeps up into my veins
the wind lifts his head—eyes gaze at mine,
he laughs as I carry my bucket and walk toward the glass
one by one, he rips the skin and nerves from my fingers
leaving red stubs: useless and thoughtless.

I thought to run and give up,
but—what am I, if not a man; and what do I have, if not
stubbornness?

The wind and the sky whisper to each other
and talk about the rain and the moon,
my hero has already set.

Friday, October 21, 2011

[Poetry] Halloweeen

Jason Carter
12/18/2006

Halloween

So much happened
its easy to say
we went along

with the mob
and their lunacy
remember

the small bottle
one-shot
Smirnov

the girl
her costume all
too pleasantly revealing

and the apples in our
five dollar cups

the waves of people—the cars
Everclear wakening
our tongues

you can’t really say,
it wasn’t a night of nights.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

[Poetry] Regardless of Reason

This is a poem about indoor rock climbing... yes, indoor rock climbing.  At this time in my life it was a massive hobby of mine and I was going 2-3 times a week.


Jason Carter
8/30/2006

Regardless of Reason

why does my body
pulse
so that I cannot but
cling to faux-cliffs
tearing anew
wounds of past
why do my arms
shake
when I think of it
the pump the
ferocity
within which I take pleasure.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

[Poetry] Army of the Forest

This poem has a sort of special meaning of my childhood.  It's short, but it reminds me of so much.  So much unsaid adventure.



Jason Carter
9/25/2006

Army of the Forest

Today, I walked
outside and remembered:

The forest beside
my old house,
its leaf carpet,
the fortress that housed
us.

Friday, October 14, 2011

[Poetry] Pen and Paper

Here is another one of my favorites, that I wrote after a long period of not writing poetry... similar to now... hmm...  maybe that is why I like it so  much, because I feel like this every time I revisit my poetry.




Jason Carter
11/7/2007


Pen and Paper

It feels good you know, like a dip in the lake
after running in July—only in shorts
Take that first breath of air rising
out of the water—smiling at the
sun, in defiance, in regret—wondering
why you waited so long.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

[Poetry] Raindrop

I'm starting this blog to post some of my writings and poetry.  Most of my poetry was written in college but I still write from time to time.

The first is one of my favorites:  Raindrop




Jason Carter
12/18/2006

Raindrop

I look outside
and think:

If I could just be
like, that first raindrop
that led the storm,

leaving his formlessness
behind—
Admiral of the sky

changing the world
by slicing that
lucid air

that same air
through which the rest
followed.

If I could just be
like, a raindrop
I think.