It passed him by how much he spent to card tap happenings
old school drunk home found wrapped on the mat again
Take it back sacks honour cracks hes grappling tryna build facts past just like he clasp vasline
How's a man last with the past world grasping him
Stuck and holding fast only things flasks masking him
Sorrows or the horrors of his making turn directions
Choosing life or exit signs emergency protection
Last glass was half assed let's make this one a winner
No rent goodbye when roof is sky a bentos pie for dinner
Tryna lean to something just to calm his own beliefs
Knowing that to pass the time
he sleeps as light release
“The wolf loves only once, for life; never crossing bloodlines, never betraying. If its mate dies, it chooses solitude over replacement” from University of Life Tribute
Loyalty he bestowed on the one he would defend
Until the day his dear mate
Passed tragically away.
Inconsolably, he mourned where her lifeless body lay.
Numb now, he has gone out on his own,
Ever more to be again . . . alone.
Once Upon A
Tyyiyime...
TIME
There/They're/Their
Were 3 Bare-Bare-Bares...
BARE-Assed Stupidity,
BARE Necessities,
And Honey Bear, I'm BAREly Alive.
***
ONE OF THEM LIKES EVERYTHING
TOO HOT!!!
-Gray Squirrel
09-29-2025
When they become a toxin in your mind,
when they steal, lie, and threaten your life,
even if they're blood, it's time to cut ALL ties.
Your heart was not meant to be used as a spittoon.
Your mind was not meant to be used as a trampoline
for their a flimsy-half assed sobriety.
Walk away, cut them loose before they spit and cut on you.
Your life is a precious gem to be treated with great respect.
Two-legged toxins dull luster and fang the pulse from the neck.
Growing old, things loved and cherished come and go.
Phone calls- text messages thinning.
Tossed aside in a world of folly and thickening frost-
Growing old in a world that keeps getting colder.
Hard faces-hovering over graying steps.
Cobwebs in the corner of an empty nest.
Growing old, another funeral procession -one friend less.
Life becoming an endless blue eulogy-nothing more, nothing less.
Layers of experiences - wisdom making very little difference
Growing old, what am I to leave behind...
A fistful of photos- memories forgotten
A few half-assed poems
a small sack of dirty dimes.
Where does time go when it's tired?
Years lost to a breeze-like a willow in spring.
Hard times and regret chirp away at the mind
Like sparrows on a line-so little time.
Where did the time go,
I wish I could buy a little bit more.
To release this overdue dream from its chrysalis.
Place barbed words back in the voice box.
Pay the toll for goals unmet.
I need a bit more time for apologies.
To tether forgiveness to regret.
Where did the time go, growing old?
A wind blasted tree,
not lightning struck,
but raped
by a heartless wind.
Just the one tree
on a bare-assed hill,
It stands pallid and naked,
its bark striped away
by raging teeth.
I pick up a stick from the ground,
it’s a severed branch
as stiff as an artificial limb,
tap the storm-shorn trunk,
note that the tree
is not hollow yet.
If lightning had split it,
it would have echoed
a deeper, deadlier silence.
Within the wood
is a narrowly constricted throat,
it is still able to speak
through that elongated windpipe.
What did I hear?
I heard a caged wind
being strangled to death,
and death, it had a ghost-white face,
that’s what I heard,
that's what I thought I saw
through wide, and astonished eyes.
Harris can’t run from her record, for sure
Never admitted Biden's health was poor
Not running ‘half-assed’
She’s turned up the gas
Insisting the southern border’s secure
Chasing this into that, chasing that into this.
Chasing silhouettes into a half-assed crevasse.
Echoing, "Boy, what is your purpose on this good earth?"
Poking the dark for a piece of velvet, a note from a harp.
A claw pokes at the skin of the soul.
A change of direction is needed again... pronto.
Mamma was right. Nothing good comes out of the dark.
Eating the light like a greasy moth.
Pitting parched lips against brightness.
Just another false prophet holding an empty Bic pen.
In the cul-de-sac of middle-class wish.
At least it was an honest attempt to find a grain of meaning.
In the dusk of my breath, the same silhouette yaps...
"Man, what is your purpose on this planet"?
The slots spin,
the casino’s siren song
bellows its flashy music-box tune.
Click, click, click….
O so close!
“It’s not gambling,” she says,
“it’s just a half-assed prayer
we ritually repeat to a sleeping deity.
one that doesn’t like germy fingers
poking at her all night.
Don’t forget to wash your hands,
they provide restrooms,
for when we are tired
of crapping out
on the craps tables.”
Know of a lady
Who patiently waited
To at last be seen
Seen and heard
Given the merest scraps
Biding her time
Time she watched fly
as the swiftest bird
Always warmed with coffee in her bed
that he chilled from his own on the couch
And if you ask him if he loved
his love for her would vouch
Yet he never sought to hold her
In the cradle of his arms
That he wrapped around a pillow
As to set off no alarms
Avoidant love is no love at all
Loves a verb not a word or some halfhearted token
Trinkets and roses and card bedside that's
her life as her spirit you've broken
never feeling the inclination to act in ways
Causing another strife
Till suffering year upon year
As his beloved wife
She said when she saw the flowers
the first in twenty odd years
The sight of them belated enraged her
Enraged her to the point of tears
You love non connection be honest
Save your cash and keep to your crib
If she could you know she would gladly
hand you back your rib
So afraid of being hurt you
Half assed your way into pain
Now rest assured at least from her
you won't be put through it again
Time Passed
The sky was clear,
the ocean blue,
it was long ago
We walked along without fear,
soft breezes blew,
with the sky aglow.
Puffed white clouds above,
sailed across the skies,
we watched the flight of a pure white dove.
Back at that time,
there was very little crime,
and we shared our sighs.
But those times have passed,
parents by their children are sassed,
and everyone thinks they're bad assed.
It was the night before Christmas, and I couldn't sleep,
I got out of bed without so much as a peep.
And headed to the kitchen for something to eat,
buck naked, except for the slippers on my feet.
I didn't dare turn on the nightlight and wake my wife,
for the last time I did that, she threatened my life.
The house was dead quiet; I could not hear a sound
as I ventured downstairs, feeling my way around.
I got to the living room, stumbling a few times,
then I heard music that sounded like Christmas chimes.
So, I went to the window and pulled back the drapes,
thinking the neighbors were playing some Christmas tapes.
I forgot I was as naked as a jaybird;
till I heard the loudest scream I had ever heard.
The church quire was midnight-caroling on my lawn,
and in plain view, I stood bare-assed, not a stitch on.
Judging by the faces I saw scrambling to leave,
I don't think they'll ever forget this Christmas Eve.
It was never my intent to flash anyone,
I simply wanted a ham and cheese on a bun.
Never go back to look for them,
those things you lost,
not just things, like your hair,
or a favorite pocket knife.
Remember 'Teddy Boys' ?
You were born too late
to wear the slim suited, drain pipes,
velvet collared -
all that duck-assed brylcreemed cut,
so why keep looking for what was never you?
There was a time
when you were always au courante,
always abreast of yourself.
Billy the Kid had nothing on your swagger.
Oscar Wilde and Dorian Gray
packaged for eternity,
Bogey and Becall - bundled,
but you kept going back
to look for what you missed
and so missed the train
to Dorking Surry,
and never met that girl.
Half Time March
David J Walker
And there I was
Half floating on top of
Army barracks I am familiar with
Half running the gauntlet of a
Hungry basic training camp
Half blowing Taps at night but
The Flag won’t come down
Half standing in line for a
Two-year-old movie I didn’t
Like the first time
Half-naked and out of uniform
From the waist up
Half-assed shine on my
Combat boots
Halfway to the front
When I heard the shooting stop
Halfway home when they
Called me back
Half asleep when I
Awake at my civilian home
Half happy/Half sad
At the time past
An Animal Tangible with a Cannibal
knew an animal
we think can be tangible
with a cannibal
what we said out loud
about things are always proud
to God have head bowed
heard that a bunch of
Indians who are half assed
were called semi holes
have called home a lodge
ran over in my garage
now need a massage
say it enough times
everyone will believe it
so say it again
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