Dingy dusty neglected nic-nacs~
weary weather brings dreary downs once again,
but I must move to lighten up
those shadowed corners creeping in on life~
cleansing clean makes glass glisten
like dreaming dewdrops in sunrise sun,
or lovely lotus on peaceful ponds.
“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
In my dingy room where shadows creep
I heard my phone once more beep
“Am I under a horrendous delusion
Or is auntie’s voice a mere illusion?”
Memories arose and tortured my head
Auntie had warned ere she was dead,
Of the devastating risk of using hemp.
I sat stupefied feeling in my throat a lump.
Thought the wef types were really slick.? Turns out they promoted starmer; bland as
They come., indeed and no charmer.' Beating up the elderly children and farmers.' Baldrick has now lost his job.' I
Shall not sob..' Is that guy in the dingy in-coming the afore mentioned starmer.?
That one time in the middle of nowhere,
When we walked in on a man taking a poo.
We looked at each other, then him,
and we didn’t know what to do.
It was a dingy gas station bathroom, surely the locks could work?
How could his mistake turn us into the Jerk?
When we rushed the door open, his pants were at his shoes,
He had a wad of toilet paper in hand like he was reading the news.
He was hunched over doing what needed to be done,
Probably not expecting to make eye contact with anyone.
I held onto the door in disbelief at what I had just seen,
Shocked when he yelled, “Maaaa’aaam” in lowercase, It came off kinda mean.
Spooked and shook I didn’t know what to do,
Never in my life had I seen a guy taking a poo!
With eyes as big as saucers, I sprinted for the van,
I needed to get far far away from that man!
My husband laughed for minutes straight as our tires squealed,
Now I always knock on bathroom doors and keep my eyes peeled!
I’m looking for adored purple poet’s salvation
In the trees in the breeze indigo inspiration
Lost lavender love to cherry crushed infatuation
Red fire of desire burned left sterile vibration
Hear that song it use to mean a whole lot
Till Cupid came and I knew I was got
Tricked and trained like a pony a plot
Insane love game creating writer’s block
Random raspberry smells a lot like your hoody
I washed with my clothes for I’m such a goodie
Doing white wifey things with no ring so dingy
Taught better but not too clever head hard woody
Stupid is as stupid does
Last time I fall for love
DARKNESS
Deep in the dark dingy corner of my soul, I cower from the light of the lone candle's still, unrelenting flame, barely alive, afraid to die. Scraping the trauma from from inside of my skull, whith callous fingers. Claws, reaching each crevasse, certain to pick away bits of damage and depravity. A band-Aid reprrieve for a jagged gash so deeply Ingrained with pain and shame, stalking me, heavy and relentless, suffocating, chained to the dark dingy corner of my soul..
"In Time we trust.
Fate; foreknowing!
Resisting what heavy, pensive
Hangs in this place.
Confined as we are in The Now.
Dingy of face".
Proclaimed from out
A patient wait.
Heart's, temple-like. For what blows through
Fans, impassioned.
In whose light, sacred to Venus
Smiles envisioned!
Hollywood casts its new shooting star
Opulence follows the tale
Larger than life lifestyle sits on green gables
Larger than life ego sips from golden goblets
Yearly excursion to the plastic surgeon
Whirlwind romances blow
Overseas to cease and desist two diseases
Oil of olay won't save the day
Dingy can't find a safe port
Hollywood's new shooting star shot with penicillin
An arrow a day keeps the shivers from quivers away
She still swears he gave it to her
Both attend the press conference with lawyers
Exuberant fans become ex-fans
Except when cutting red ribbons at fastfood takeout stakeouts
Nobody notices the smell for weeks
Prom Night!...and I'm Sitting by my Phone
One Ringy Dingy and I'm...Prom Prone!
Too much Zing! in my Swing...
She Ran!...Hoof on a Wing
So, now I'm Dirty Dancing...Alone!
Circling the drain my world’s changing,
trying to salvage the best parts.
Naiveté and those soft hearts,
they slide down disintegrating.
The hardest fist is now banging,
this is how sour becomes sweet tarts.
Circling the drain,
a potent aroma’s stinging.
Dingy is how all the growth starts,
everything’s fresh after cleaning.
With focus you’re harshly scrubbing,
circling the drain.
There will be times that are gloomy
cloud covered in grey
when days are looking dingy
nothings going your way.
Do you rise to the occasion
or fold under the weight
feels like walls are closing in
a psychological state.
Break free from the darkness
and the joy that it taints
better days can appear
with a fresh coat of paint.
She left at the yawn of dawn
Between fog-densed waking hour
And rain-soused grey morning.
Veiled, her image was laced in silhouette.
She stood behind the fog-rain, a dark
Painting, sketched in black crayons of
Languor.
Her breath, one streak of ink
Of a satanic fresco on a dingy subway.
And the breath of the rain was heavy,
Brewed in hauteur -
So was the world between us two,
Lame and proscribed.
She wandered through flighty directions.
Grouches filled her lugubrious lungs,
Blotches on the sludged track, echoing
Her slouch.
She was one mass of trembling grief.
I was one hulk of ruinous pain.
Between us, the funeral of love.
Threnodies held court on the once soft
Yolk of hugs that sensitized an ageing
Romance.
Dawn darkened with the pulse of grief
Rain pelted the senses held by solemn
Consternations, recreating a fruitless
Void of hollow trepidations.
She lurched and sidled towards the
Crag-lined route, towards earth’s drooling
Beck... and I knew the funeral
Was over.
Beddy bye beddy bye
cuddled up in here I lie
Tickity tickity tock-tock
goes the alarm clock
With a blanky on my tummy
I feel kinda' woozy
Dingy dingy dong-dong,
anka wanka I am cozy
Beddy bye beddy bye
think I'll sleep til' noonzy!
The smell of incense was heavy
And guarded the dingy room well.
Time passed slowly like the stifling breath of Yuletide
They were hiding from — the two lovers of Venice —
A woman with dark, luxuriant hair
And a man with a runny nose.
Scent-leaf from Africa
Roasted over the fireplace with a tangible fragrance.
A lone candle burned and crackled,
Its tallow dripping profusely with crusts of romance —
Measuring sounds like the
Palpitations of the hearts of the man
And woman.
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