Tuesday, August 15, 2023

relationships are life

Tic tok goes the clock
Never does it end
But you and I we wind the gears
Every time we end, my friend.

And should the spark of life shine bright
And we endure till tomorrow
Thank the lord for one day more
Our loved ones need not sorrow

I've got my crank when I eat wrong
I open the glass when I lounge
But step away when each day
I eat well, remain active instead of sitting down.

So you see, 
the clock goes on
For you and me and them

Day turns to night
And night to day
Careening toward the end

If I know you
I've lived life right
For life is millions of friends

Tick tok goes the clock
Never does it end
But I know you and you know them
And our bond it never ends.

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

lovelorne

I've had those that I loved
And those who I've lost
Those who were cheap
And those who had cost.
I wanted some
While others I tossed
But always I ended up with me
As the boss.
And always it was me 
who had to pay the cost.

Saturday, December 11, 2021

One too many mistakes

The winter days are sad and slow as is-
My beauty's blade is wilting from my long awaited kiss.

I cannot even start to show 
how I am nothing no!
not even glow-
or have her see me for my secret light 
for darkness I enter in her life.

If but temptation she would see my fire for her burn
If only temptation hadn't sent me to the pyre to burn, she would yearn
my epic armor set, knife wounds only saying, "he's battle born"
and yet-

here I lay with armor shattered
A broken man, a pauper, a devil despite himself no matter
Just a ghost who floats in asphodel
Neither in heaven, neither in hell

Although I've tasted both in life
I hold in one hand her picture
And in the other, the knife.

Friday, April 16, 2021

Elegy for Syl

Her voice shuddered speech
But was clear with love
And when she thundered it still didn't rain
She would always wonder and wow
And yet how, I thought, would such a soul ever die.
I thought for sure there would be explosions
Gang land violence of yenta thugs.
Yet in the end, she went on her terms
Surprised us all with peaceful sojourn
It wasn't drawn out, she didn't linger
And I bet in the end she wagged her finger
Told God himself, "I'm coming. Hold your horses."
Then got up and walked the staircase
Realizing it got easier with each step.
Her eyes went from white to aetherial blue
And as she looked back, she said to all her family
I love you.
Goodnight aunt Syl. We'll miss you
And though you're in heaven, give 'em hell.

Life is but a Drama

Television on!
Teeth grinding party at the corner of 7th and main
Specifically to listen to multicultural eargasms.
Fire in the hole!
Dance in untrained rhythm.
Drop, stop, shut it down
Close up shop.
What a life!
What a tragedy.
Get up, get out of bed, drag a brush across your teeth
Scrub meat, stuff tacos, reclaim normalcy
For the purposes of
What's next?
Visions of wealth
Fridgerator of person who says fridge
Rethink the last 12 seconds.
Realize you have no idea
The symphony you would compose.
Right handed drinking
Left handed church
12 steps to the door
Lights out
Bed time
See you tomorrow.

Scrub meat, stuff tacos, reclaim normalcy for insane dreams.

Sunday, April 11, 2021

how to tell a piece of shit by their sheets

Different people you run into
Deserve different sheets.

Some deserve soft sheets
They're good and deserve to be cushioned
Others because they're soft and need to be cushioned.

Some deserve hard sheets
They deserve to feel the scratchy belly of life
Others because they flagellate
And maybe they enjoy that type of thing
Who knows?

Others still deserve brown sheets
Because then at least we know
When they crawl into bed
Roll around from life's discomfort they create
The sheets are already the right color.

Monday, December 21, 2020

I'd give it up if I could

As evidenced by your insurrection--
Unscrupulous practices against unfair odds
Tempestuous emotions and turgid hunger
I hereby recall you from active duty!
At once I said. At once!
Oh no? All the fancy words
And my own perceived cleverness
And you still won't leave your high horse.
Fine but I'll continue to find a way to live
While I cut you out:
My dear heart.