Joseph Kreydt

Category: Poems

  • Dare

    Would you like to see something
    More incredible than all the myths
    Or all the wonderful films?

    Go on an adventure,
    One that pounds your heart with fear.

    Even when you fail, you’ll be amazed
    At your strength, at the way you could
    Keep your eyes awake, late
    Into the smallest hours of the day;

    At the way you held your guts
    In the toughest, saddest conversations;
    At the way you marched into
    The place you never thought you’d dare to go.

    What a show, what. a. show.
    It lets you know that you are more than body.
    Strength like this could only come
    From the essence of a soul.

  • Dizzy

    Sometimes you sit there
    On the brink,
    Dizzy from the journey,
    Battered by the storm,

    There, in the airport,
    Waiting for a red-eye-flight,
    On the brink, dizzy,

    Unable to think,
    Dizzy, and you didn’t even have a drink,
    Dizzy in the face of all your fears,
    Dizzy, on the brink of tears.

  • I Am The Donut

    I am the sprinkled donut from Marie’s,
    As sweet as icing and soft as the man
    Who gave you cash so you could purchase me,
    The one with whom you shared a short romance.

    Your stomach hurt when you got to the park.
    You said the macchiato from the shop
    Across the street was, maybe, just too harsh,
    But maybe I, the donut, made your stomach throb.

    I’m not sure if you finished me, or what
    You did with me when you could take no more.
    It’s dark in here, so maybe it’s your gut,
    Or maybe it’s the garbage can beside the door.

    I’ll be okay. My sprinkles are abut.
    I’ll wait to hear you say, “wherefore art though donut?”

  • Fire

    Chilly September
    Morning, I am warmed by the fire
    Burning through my pen.

  • Rest

    I lean against a tree.
    The sound of the trickling stream
    Washes over me.
    It is everywhere.

    I loathe the airplane growling overhead.
    Do man’s inventions have a place among the dead?
    Surely there remains a place where man can rest.

    It is not here. It is not yet.
    Onward, upward, we tread.

  • No Longer

    No Longer

    No longer do we wake up cold,
    Beside the beasts and creaking trees.
    We rest in peace, tucked in the fold
    Of state-inspected doors with locks and keys.

    Now we are finally safe and free
    From wasting time on baking bread
    And chasing deer just to be fed.
    No need to take a shot or watch them flee.

    Whether he’s alive or dead,
    Her gnawing teeth will have their fun,
    So put a bullet in his head.
    He used to chase, but now he’ll run.

    No longer are we slaves to the sun.
    No longer are we slaves to the sons.
    No longer are we slaves to The Son.