Living a life of allusion references to things no one understands bluntly told I'm odd but mostly pushed away with an extended hand a ghost writer for an audience of nil The Bishop asked I practice it day in and day out Only upon my death will his question be answered too late for me to know I quit the race long ago at the curb as though I belong with Ratso Rats don't care so there! :P Visions on the beach yellow jacket and a buried Caddy I can do whatever freedom stymies Like Lenny, when I'm on, I'm on Holed up like a caged bird with the door open paralyzed
O. say can you see flag burning liberty plaids with stripes offense ignites Identify he, she and they defund the police they say filibuster Green Eggs & Ham Love you, Uncle Sam I am. I herald your open carry with whom you decide to marry Revere your right to be offended faggot, nigger, cunt protended
The boy who had no dreams stumbled around searching for what he was told he should have felt insecure like he wasn't in on what others knew eventually gave up pondered options suicide dropping out began doing something and enjoying smiling fulfilled when he died, his friends and family mourned stating how he lived such a rich and happy life "That's my dream," they said
All things can happen Love strength revenge adventure Nose inside pages
I'm your voyeur peeking in secretly longing for your touch a grown man thinking of your youth your innocence your love the sound of your giggle the sight of your penmanship Bonnie, Aaron, Simply Red the soundtrack of the time silky brown hair your confidence your essence, a magnet poles turn shot from the synapse to the abyss my fantasy self wants to reject you upon your return just like it was '91 my heart protests showing its corner lifted to reveal you tenderly protected
You so want revenge hurt her like she hurt you After all these years you still envision her crawling back begging forgiveness appealing to your nobility You want that relish in your glory You have written the ending scorning her mic drop! Me, your heart's scar knows better I'm here to remind you in '91 when I was created amid your heartbreak you lifted my corner and tucked your love for her beneath I keep Tuppence protected It's okay I am calloused over love preserved
The local public library has a poetry group I am part of. I missed July’s session as I was out of town. We were actually assigned homework, the first ever since I’ve been involved.
Write a list of scars/piercings/tattoos/injuries/emotional scars count
Write a poem in the voice of one of the above
a. having a conversation about you
b. having a conversation with you speaking about . . .
The above is my offering.
Here I am In your restaurant same table time after time Here I am at your townhall same seat month after month Here I am at your butcher same beef order week after week Here I am at your church same pew mass after mass I am at your theatre baseball field game store Invisible Not a hand outstretched an invitation nor a pat on the back I am a seat filler to your life's movie the background of your ego Here I am writing alone in silence because no one knows I am here
If I were in charge of the world there would be no more beets or lines to wait in There would be no "other people's laundry" to do or clogged toilets If I were in charge of the world there would be no more lesson plans to write or phone calls to parents to make Technology would not become obsolete time would be fluid There would be no trash to be seen or things to clean If I were in charge of the world shoes would be optional and socks nonexistent If I were in charge of the world personal liberty would be on a pedestal
inspired by Judith Voirst
She wasn't the brightest one in the room that day Oh, Mom Really? No, Tennessee does not border Florida The joy of besting the matriarch along with the promise of selecting the evening's movie embossed the Cheshire's grin on my mug Charlottesville had but one theater with two screens a dilemma for me as I entered adulthood Do you take Mom to the teenage boy's wet dream or have her barraged with F bombs? Porky's or Richard Pryor Live on Sunset Strip? We were wordsmiths the disctionary had its own seat at the dinner table The T&A could wait We'll conjugate fuck tonight **** Forty years later my mother still introduces me as her boy who took her to see that vile man The either-or The lesser of two evils was just a boy's view of the situation A man would have suggested sitting about, chatting with Mom, and playing cards There's always another option