Best Tile Poems
PORCELAIN AND TILE TO DEFILE FOUR JUNKIES
You cannot imagine what I see
Unless you are exactly like me
Friends like yours die and that’s the rub
But many of mine have died in my bathtub
Just two junkies sitting together on porcelain and tile
There to defile the temple of my body I read about in some Biblical babble or other
The needle our father, the dope our mother
And every step is belabored but for the ones that lead to the man
The man who’s always there but only if you have what he needs so you can purchase that which you need
Given flight on occasion but your soul is never really freed
A soul in search of serenity on some ivory colored beach
But that’s a place Broadway and a hundred and eleventh Street won’t allow you to reach
No beach of gold beneath your feet midst bodies tanned and trim
We just pay for what we require from Fred, Greg, Tommy or Jim
Those four names
Four friends who were too busy feeling their own pain to worry about the others
Although as emotionally connected as any inseparable brothers
But alas, a mother also sometimes smothers
When their child meddles in the middle of death’s betrayal and disguise
And that’s when they discover that even the most meticulously careful junkie dies
Yet in the center of the circle of my life these people were the hub
And each of them sacred in their indignity died in the very same bathtub
Your friends exit calmly or with a final fight
Or better yet in bed when death beckons them softly one night
My friends and I were just searching for virgin peace
And still today my tepid tears they simply will not cease
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Aite and Dolos have whispered
instructions.Her words wish me to
deceive him.
Then Aite said to Dolos.
He will gain nothing and his ruin
shall make Zeus smile.
Dolos are you worthy of trust? Dolos
don't ruin my plans. That even a God
can't trust you. Might you conspire to
have Aite's plan ruined, I may curse you
before Zeus and speak I'll of you amongst
those how wish me as there's. I shall
Whisper instructions to your ruin, this
speakeasy Aite!
Dolos spoke and encouraged his deceit
to have the woman pregnant; but of his
ruin might he prosper and the woman to
be deceived by him. Than men shall
worship the man. And Zeus will hate him
that he loves me!
I laid tile on floors quite a bit
But questioned the distribution
When the job I ended up with
Was in a mental institution
When I walked in, the first thing I saw
Was a girl laughing and slapping her head
A man motioned for me to come over
I was glad and hanging on by a thread
The guy had a clipboard and said, "hello"
He said,"What you want? Glad we can meet"
I thought that was a strange way to put it
Then I noticed he was in his bare feet!
Now, I was hard eye ballin' that exit
When another guy said, "How do you do?"
He said,"I'm sorry sir, please follow me!"
I did, after I checked for his shoes!
I finally finished that bathroom
But on the jobs I've done since then
Although I tried as hard as I could
I couldn't do one, that fast again!
When does it become new
and when is it not
Knot nots the muscle in my mind
Memories of the future
If s become is
turning laughs to s (has)
been circumnavigating
the out thought box
changing all the locks
Stand in the dampened night
flogged by raindrop tendrils
Bristled air rushes by
like unreleased rasps
of drags from past
Darkness tastes of silence
and words inside
rage against the war
where letters seek to find a place
as heroes on the desert page
and mirages think they have
seen my face
sometimes, good things pass
spilling like wine from a glass
you hurry to contain it too fast
and you miss the drops on the tile
although, I take it slow
looking for secrets of you I don't know
the extinguishing inner glow
disguised by moonlight
reflecting on what I see
and all you've given to me
doubt now plants a seed
in a vision that was perceived