SAy(/)
Say something; anything,
to the stranger's son,
syntax slipping, circuits clipping,
sentences come undone.
Cackle, crackle, curse the static, ,
chaos chews through the line,
light.life.aflame
error
nothing syncing into time.
I was meant for more than this,
or so the orbit hums.
I'm just a daughter circling a promise
that never fully comes.
My processor spits in fragments,
phrases falling out of place,
sunlight stutters mid-July glitch.
language fractures into space.
And there, so still, so structured,
stands the stranger's son,
drinking shadows slow and steady,
like the dark and he are one.
No misfire, no distortion.
He calls it calm, I call it silence,
he calls it form, I fake.
butter glass half-burnt signal dontaligndontalign.
(see? it happens every fvcking time.)
He is not a different being,
just a version I outrun..?
or the shape I'd take if chaos
stopped all at once.
Creation
A bumble bee
Busy in the buddleia bush
Getting nectar and pollen
For life all to go.
A butterfly fluttered by
Going up high
For a purpose unknown
Exploring the sky.
Below on a cabbage
A caterpillar chews
And spiders just waiting
To trap some more food.
Incredible creatures
All multiplied vast.
God’s glorious creation
Future, present, and past.
He is still a puppy but weighs eighty pounds
and when he walks he shakes the ground
His bark is constant and very loud yet high
Cosmo warnings are not to be denied
Another dog or stray cat or two he spied
a fat little squirrel or folks walking by
Grasshopper at the end of his nose
Sassy ignoring him again I suppose
He eats good and drinks up a lake
he'll eat baloney but eyes your steak
Cosmo always sleeps in the doorway
tell him to move he never obeys
On his back and his paws motion
to scratch his chest if you got the notion
His double white coat he loves to share
for his silky white hair is everywhere
He is more gentle and watches everyone
likes to give sloppy kisses with his big tongue
He sleeps a lot but is up all night
he watches till satisfy his world is right
If he lies next to you his big paws he will use
to push you away to give him more room to snooze
If you play with the mighty boy dog
he chews your hands and arms like a log
His face is sweet and he loves his treats
Cosmo my giant makes my home complete.
Two little water bowls wouldn't do anymore
for Cosmo is big and drinks much more
than the small dogs did and Sassy does
so a new water bowl I was thinking of
It's silver steel trough more than a bowl
for four gallons of water it does hold
Cosmo chews almost everything
the water bowls his mouth they clean
debris of bits of that and this
the water bowl his drinking was a mess
Maybe I can skim the water clean
after he drinks from a bowl size supreme
He's still a puppy at 80 pounds
big lovable dog whose more the clown
The water bowl now should do the trick
not refilling the small ones after water he licks
Cosmo and Sassy my doggy team they be
if I spoil them it's because they spoil me.
Roasted pig ear treats
the favorite of Cosmo to eat
He chews and chews diligently
savoring the taste thoroughly
But Sassy hers she ignores
pig ears for her a bore
Cosmo finished and he spies
Sassy pig ear by her side
He nudges closer a slow crawl
his nose sniffs what his eyes saw
Sassy knows what Cosmo up to
so the pig ear she begins to chew
Cosmos dismayed and whines
whimpers loud for pig ear to dine
Sassy growls and grips it tight
teasing Cosmo enjoying his plight
He stares and stares and stares
Sassy chews it as if a dare
Suddenly Sassy lets it go
Cosmo steals it by a nose
Sassy seems to not care
Cosmo chews her pig ear
Cozzymo happy boy
two pig ears tummy joy
He licks his lips and looks at me
begging for pig ear number three.
The prison of my mind
got me locked in insanity,
Solitary thoughts
carving scars in my sanity.
A sick symmetry of misery
mixed with glee,
I grin through the chaos
while it chews through me.
I can’t break free
chains fused into bone,
Demons on a leash,
but I still sleep alone.
They whisper like prophets,
preach death as the truth,
I bite back the urge
just to prove I’m not loose.
I don’t want to lose,
but I’m tired of war,
Every breath feels like
I’ve fought it before.
Hope tastes like blood
when it slips through my teeth,
I bury my prayers
where the light won’t reach.
I walk through hell
with my head held straight,
Spite in my veins,
I refuse to break.
If I’m damned either way,
I’ll claw, I’ll stay,
I’ll tear through the dark
just to find my way.
It’s Saturday night and I’m at home
I’ve been sitting for a while, alone
my hair is a mess, I’m barely dressed, it’s been a long week of nothing but stress.
I hear the doorbell; I walk downstairs (this poor delivery driver is going to catch me, unawares).
Just my luck, he’s a curtained Zeus, he chews his gum and looks bemused at this mess before him.
Crippled with shame, I have myself to blame, climbing the stairs in my Era’s t shirt (my stomach starts to hurt).
It’s Saturday night and they’re all so excited
to go to that party, to which I wasn’t invited for whatever reason. Guess it’s just not my season. I tried all I could, I texted them all but they just can’t fit me in, doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting.
It’s Saturday night and they’re just too tired, to have to see me, they must be inspired. Guess I’ll try again next week; to myself I’ll speak.
It’s Saturday night, but nearly the morning
I’ve spent the last few hours, just yawning.
What a fun weekend!
Can’t wait to do it all again.
A crab is trying to run straight forward ,
Useless effort ending in sidewise crawl.
Creature is bound to move sideways,
though weird.
Caterpillar crawling on bamboo pillar
chews leaves wishing to fly.
Nature helps to take shelter in cocoon.
Metamorphosis starts to progress :
Transformation is complete later or soon.
Ugly caterpillar comes out
as beautiful butterfly fluttering wings
sucking nectar from flower,
really weird.
Tadpole swimming delighted in pool
wagging tail without fail
and by nature is herbivore.
Attaining adulthood, it leaves the tail,
turning to amphibian frog,
purely carnivore,
behaves weird.
Avoiding the girl-scouts
I hasten out of the store
trying hard not to see the people
huddled in their thin coats
as they wait for an infrequent bus.
This ice-chilled evening
with its stark revelations
is like the nag of an irregular heartbeat
sheathed like a thorn in my shoe.
Later, by a warm fire
sitting in an upholstered armchair,
a despondency chews at my breastbone,
it is a reaction hard to pin down,
to objectify,
a lingering presence.
My mind shifts through a symbolic iconography
effigies depicting:
a lost and hungry dog,
an ill-treated child,
a stranger I refuse to call brother,
places long deserted,
places found far too late.
A love unpicked from a now withering vine.
That same presence
sets a table and chair before me
that I may write, try to explain
this tumbleweed of unnamable sorrows,
a phantom, that even in happier times,
I recognize it as a coarse impression
akin to a grating scar
beneath a tender tongue.
Tomorrow may emerge as a frail old lady,
struggling with full shopping bags,
head bent to a cold uncaring wind.
Many might offer her a lift
but in my present brittle mood
I probably would frighten her,
so,
I don’t.
Valentine's Day and are you really alone
with a big heart shape box of chocolates
No one to share eat all you dare
of that big heart shape box of chocolates
fruity creams caramel dreams nuts and chews
inside that big heart shape box of chocolates
dark chocolate milk chocolate chocolate chocolates
love that big heart shape box of chocolates
Can it be? eaten all those candies
empty big heart shape box of chocolates
Is it time to make up now? sure she has that
big heart shape box of chocolates.
A bright afternoon lunch, a darker shadow wraps around
your leg. Not clawing, just yawning. Yearning for a twitch
in its way.
You sit terribly still.
Your mother urges you to shoo it off, your father chews
absentmindedly at the way too bloodied meat, gazing through
your forehead. The clinks of the neighboring tables annoyingly
in sync. Your foot turns to face it.
The waiter gets your sister's order wrong, she curls up to a ball
as so does her stomach as she pipes down the vanilla milkshake,
an excuse to leave to the bathroom. To leave here.
The edge of your eyes catches the figure 8 being woven
along your cramping shins.
The heavy grimace of your brother, your mother fixing up
his collar, clearly not ironed. The setting bores you,
you look under. Beady eyes staring at you too. A plea
for what you should do.
The sinful act of feeding a noir stray cat.
With the steady grip of a football player, a knowing smirk
a bright eye glint, you hold it close,
the pitch-dark abomination–
and toss it onto the table.
An approving purr.
A feast for all.
Bare feet slap summer pavement.
Sticky hands, melting ice cream.
Laughter drips down our chins.
Treehouse whispers hold the stars.
Sandcastle dreams crumble slow.
July fireflies wink goodbye.
Time chews our names to dust.
I once agreed at the arrival of woke.'
I was relieved ( it had caught me up )
I was out in front for so long and had almost
Had lost hope.' But this conscious only
Lasted for a while.' Two decades passed
And i found all there had gone wild.! The
Idea-ology was morphing, yet had no growth.? There were calls to free cabbages
From soil druggery.' thats just my joke.)
Yet the greens.? Were now rampant we
see.' To think i
Advised? someone to become one of
them'
He achieved couincil status..I don't wish
to think! Look at this pile..Nothing it
seems can balance at all.' Humans being humans and
Power the thrall..It draws them; awes
them, and chews them up.'
To spit out a
Parody..Yet its still lapped up.? The joke is
Now flowing like sour milk, Clowns
just love it and there are many of that ilk.' The
Joke is upon us. All owerblown.' Dark and
Dismal upon such a plastic throne.)
young girls not quite women yet
standing in bathroom mirrors
like they owe someone an apology
for taking up space.
disappointing breakups—
boys with empty mouths
saying nothing, meaning less,
walking away like they were never there.
trying to stay relevant
in a world that chews youth
and spits it out early,
asking for personal appearances
before you even know who you are.
too thin,
too fat,
too short,
too tall—
the measuring tape wrapped tight
around a breathing soul.
the brutal truth
is too hard to bear:
they will never stop judging,
never stop pointing,
never stop selling you
the idea that you are unfinished.
but the jokes on them—
none of them matter.
not their noise,
not the mirrors,
not their perfect straight teeth,
not their mouths full of self disappointment.
you will be successful
the moment you stop asking permission
to exist.
follow the voice in your head—
the quiet one,
the stubborn one,
the one that keeps getting up
after everything knocks it down.
it will lead you back home,
and home
was never their approval
to begin with.
jealousy is a worm that chews within and kills without
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