Blink Blink

Blink blink…

never have to think

over loaded, media bloated whore.

I’d sell out if I could, but there is no

such thing anymore.

Glori-fy girls…and porn and get women

and men to yearn for desires that set fire

to spires of their own lives.

Sit still in social shit, I read and regret and reply

I’m a social idiot, a social hypocrite cause

I like shit and the shit I like and despite my likes

I’m a fucking dick.

just another hypocrite.

“I like this and I like that”

but the fact is when i liked that

i wasn’t like how i was today so I pray

our children do not follow in our ways…

 

 

Fight or Flight

Little staccato steps,

red laced shoes,

walking on the whispers,

of the I do’s.

The lakes and mountains

fading into …

Echoes of echoes off concrete,

welcome home, hello.

The setting of a final resting;

set ablaze a consuming anxiety,

that pulses like maggots,

inside me.

I’m awash,

a bird in an abstract painting,

carelessly placed,

by the pacing thoughts of another’s hand.

Embittered embraces,

midnight window passages,

memories of the forest breeze,

lingering scents ravage… me.

 

January 14th, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Glow Worm

I come from the dirt…

Like a worm, eating my way through shit.

I open my hole and grin as I swallow grit.

I’m not like you.

 

I’m dark and beautiful;

rough rugged thoughts;

my clothes are scraps and I

Do not give a crap…

 

Stare and gape at me, or clap,

it’s nothing but life and sometimes

I get a bad rap,

I’ve committed some petty crimes.

 

Sometimes all I can feel is the pressure

boiling in my brain

I  am no great guesser but in the end

I believe the best of us are a little insane.

 

 

Sweet Seconds

Come to the doorway and stay a moment

hardly saw you standing there the first time

wrapped in apprehension; my judgments

did not do justice to the finer tastes

of nibbles and gently placed kisses.

 

Take a seat and attempt to meet me

as I greet you the second time

and notice the color of your arrival

like a signal to pay attention lest

probings fail at sweet flirtations.

 

My friend, we all need a moment,

that we can truly say is ours, in which

we shone so brightly for something

or someone; too be remembered as

beautiful and fragile yet complex.

 

And should you or I absorb to much fun

and think on it, and know that there

were simple delights enough to hide

in our hearts; melting away all nonsense

of the reality that some of us are prisoners.

 

Freedom comes by choice, the hard ones,

we think will break us or another.

So we refrain and in vain live out our lives

stuck, obsessively, only ever knowing

just a taste of what it means to be beautiful.

Clone

I do not write about love but everyone loves me –

I hate everyone and write about everything I hate –

but every one loves  me.

I write about love and everyone hates me –

no one can love me – I just want to love.

 

oh sweet love – who are we to judge –

our relationship is as trivial as melted fudge –

some like it creamy and others like it thick –

you are Ice and I am brick!!

 

crickety crick – I am sick of the way you crick

when I walk  all over you.

it’s time for some good old fashioned fascist poetry –

here are my words to explain me –

i hope this sets us free …

 

you and I were enemies before we met

You cannot regret the knife I put in you-

its as true as they say it is – you were

a ruse… to cure my bruises –

 

I do not write about love but everyone loves me –

I hate everyone and write about everything I hate –

but every one loves  me.

crickety crick – I am sick of the way you crick

 

when I walk all over you.

it’s time for some good old fashioned fascist poetry –

 

you and I were enemies before we met

You cannot regret the knife I put in you-

its as true as they say it is – you were

a ruse… to cure my bruises –

I do not write about love but everyone loves me –

every one loves  me.