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eye lids drooped
brain can's
garbage lid
slid
slammed
dumpty down
thumping
the gray matter
a cranial grave
lumpy brain drippings
drooled off his tongue
a bloviating
poet
had become undone
spewing now:
semi-literate giblets
a mash of gargled verbiage
a hash of balderdashery
...voila!...
a unique rhetorical feast
his agent booked a full page spread:
" a fresh sensation,,, served
with french wines and bread"
The horizon had a violet hue,
Turquoise waves lapped far and few...
Perched on rocks black and askew,
Amongst the couples he felt so blue...
A crimson sunset was the view,
Wet yellow sand stuck to him like glue...
Returning tanned was a fishing crew,
Followed by white chaos that flew...
Shades of gray made their nets look grim,
But the silver shone as they swam aground...
Hung on a chain with green seaweed trim,
A rusty anchor groaned as it slowly drowned...
Sick of the cycle of loneliness,
forgotten birthdays, broken promises
and empty moments stretched by boredom,
my heart longed for its freedom!
To my parents, I was invisible,
a voice to be ignored, dead to their world.
Their endless search for fortune left me,
playing with ghosts of my fantasy.
Their house was not my home,
its a prison made of stone
where dreams were forsaken
and hope stumbled and crumbled!
The question wasn't about love.
I merely asked if you could live with me;
this me that I am now;
this person that I have become.
Your response stood between us,
a schoolyard bully clenching its fists
just daring me to make a response.
I gazed at the ring on my finger,
took recollection of my vows.
I slid 20 years off for a closer look.
It was then that I realized it was broken;
that this ring couldn't hold love anymore
for it had a rather large hole in it.
Calling Shakespeare he is
ask him
why he had to create sonnets.
was it because he wanted
guys to pass time
and learn rhyme....
there was no cell
no TV,
no laptop
no iPod! what etc
was only his dictionary
twas the reason?
Just ask him
Shakespeare come alive
what you spoke none dared question,
now the moment we open our mouth,
they ask why?
that's the gift of our Internet
which thank god in your time
they didn't beget
poet writer
dust decipher
mirage miracles
at the horizon
the forum theorem
all the stars
are keys
on the bracelet of
the way
milled and milken
flawless
and torn
asunder we drive
driven
we ride
awaiting our
glorious dawn
our creator
beset
by factors
of random
random
tidings
carefully swept wings
tended hearts
in guarded gardens
..
Honey Spill
(for Susan Lynn O.)
It only seems a dark lottery is fixed
Your numbers were a Helios calculus
beyond doubt. Your eyes filaments,
honeycomb butterflies pinned on a record
needle. Your night music got louder,
the beat jaundiced. Our suburban
noir morphed towards it’s assured end,
but don’t we all? No. Not like this. A ballet
of bonding shadow on white picket
points, we float! Two Rorschach blots
inside a canvas tear. Let the liquor have
its spirit. It only seems a dark lottery is fixed.
A Mouse Twirling Dust
A quiet little mouse I am
Staying kind holding ham.
But lies and slams make me cuss
And rip your heart out before I hush,
I'm the big dog
You're the little dog
And you maybe me I'm fighting with,
The fruit of my womb, a gift,
But I’ll crush you like the twirling dust
If you don't back up, back off and hush.
I don't take kindly to missile attacks
When I'm fed-up dodging daggers, holding back.
I went out today
no, I didn't. that's a lie
I wanted to go, but...
no, that's a lie too
I just wanted to stay in and drift with my current state of inertia
but you would probably frown upon that
you do that sort of thing, you know
you know you do
so I thought I'd start with an end run
and lie...just to shut you up... out....yeah, shut you out for awhile
Darkness is not dark enough
You claim to have served in the Air Force
I presume you would have served
in darkness
and don't you recall,
after some time
one overcomes night blindness
and
one can see in to the dark sea,
as one can during broad day light
otherwise how do you say
owls see clearly at night,
they have no special night vision
the darker the night,
the clearer one sees
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