Choosing curtains on Sunday
is not my luxury
My curtains carry
marbled discoloration
as if they too survived
a separate war
Choosing curtains,
couches and bathroom tiles
is another life
It was my Grandmother’s
It is my mother’s
I do not plan cruises
or buy original art
(unless it is mine,
assembled originally
from The Dollar Tree)
I made a haunted house tonight
from the scrapings of my attic
full of what will be displayed
for comfort’s sake
again and again
My life is a plastic bat
glued to a plastic leaf
glued to a piece of wood
I left the ghosts
safely in the attic
next to a box of trains
of my great uncle’s
who had Alzheimer’s
in the end
No one assembles them now
All the skeletons
are still waving at me
Yes, it is unequivocally true, your beauty will fade. Your skin once tight, will start to drape and hang in unexplainable ways. Discoloration will begin to splotch and take place upon your once evenly toned body, and newly lined face. Your vision will get blurrier with every new age. Your hair will thin, and color change. Your wrinkles will deepen with every smile that stays a little too long, forever imprinting its frame. Your memories will escape from any accessible place. It’s a slow death from a life full of moments you meticulously made, but inevitably forget. Your heart's beat will lose rhythm, and sound slowly. In the end, we often regret because we were in such a hurry not to leave, not to age, not to gray. So focused on a temporary body, which we knew would expire one day. So yes, there will be change taking place. I like to imagine aging means we are that much closer to another energy state. So let it fade. Let the wrinkles and discoloration take place. Remember they are little reminders this body was never a permanent space.
Just getting ready to open the door,
an old door with six panes of glass
filling the upper half of the door,
like six frames of distinct pictures
into the world.
Wanting to step outside and take a deep breath
of this warming spring morning,
but noticed one of the panes was different
than the others, distorted slightly,
like old time glass.
I took some time to look at the pane,
to find a slight discoloration of the glass.
All the window panes looked out onto a porch
and a backyard with trees just starting to leaf
and a few daffodils that were announcing
another spring was arriving.
But that one pane, with a differing hue
provided a slightly yellowish tint to the yard.
It made the daffodils even brighter and
the yard more sun drenched than it was.
It was, like art. One small sliver of the world
but it drew me in to take a deeper look.
I was reminded of the satisfaction that is found
by enjoying the small, unique things in life.
She is eighteen and tattoos are the latest rage." I'd like a tattoo please" she asks. I see a young girl in a messy ponytail and wonder if she'll pick something gaudy, then I will have to oblige.
The boldness of youth
can appear so uncouth
yet reveal so much truth.
"I want a tattoo of a winter vine. One that won't fade with time" As the machine begins to “buzz” the armature bar hits the coil and I begin to work. Stretched on her upper arm I notice the discoloration of skin, a slow petering bruise.
Eyes color of snake
she is all heartache
I take a break...
"Why did you choose a vine?" I ask, as the coil tattoo gun soothes her ears. "Last memory of my mom is from a trip to the winery. She told me the sap sinks into the roots and the vine falls asleep until the next year.
the tendril climbs
this is her time
not mine
From her handbag, fifty old crumpled dollar bills. " How much do I owe?" she asks. I say " No charge." She smiles and then leaves, as if on cue...
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I won’t forget your name
Your fingerprints are forever branded onto my skin
And when I look in the mirror I can still see every wound you left on my body
I see blood running down my kneecaps
I see my throat turned blue from your tight grip
I feel every smack across the face that I perceived as love
I still hear my mom asking where the bruises came from
And as I get older I realize that some bruises never go away
Every day I remember less of the way your lips wrapped around your words
I can forget your tongue and how it painted lies across my body
But what I can’t forget is how it made me feel
I wish I could say that it was love
But you blurred the line between love and pain
And how do you really measure the difference
When blood was his sign of accomplishment
And he claimed the discoloration of my skin as his trophy
I wish I could say it meant nothing
But it meant everything to me
your fingerprints are forever branded onto my skin
and when I look in the mirror I can still see every wound you left on my body
I see blood running down my kneecaps
I see my throat turned blue from your tight grip
I feel every smack across the face that I perceived as love
I still hear my mom asking where the bruises came from
and as I get older I realize that some bruises never go away
every day I remember less of the way your lips wrapped around your words
I can forget your tongue and how it painted lies across my body
but what I can’t forget is how it made me feel
I wish I could say that it was love
but you blurred the line between love and pain
and how do you really measure the difference
when blood was his sign of accomplishment
and he claimed the discoloration of my skin as his trophy
I wish I could say it meant nothing
but it meant everything to me
To have my cake and eat it too
The best of both with no adieu
Pint sized comforts, nestled in
Where personal space is growing thin
Amongst the city that never sleeps
Behind four walls, no one peeps
A Consistently unconventional land
Safety first, but nothing bland
Taking only what we need
Skim illustrations, don't read
Why not, have it all
Forget the rules. Play ball
A boldly tasteful discoloration
Sweet apple pie, tobasco blend
A tabletop dance
Following tea
Steamy romance
Without the ring
All of the shimmer
Nothing mundane
A life giver
Pleasure, no pain
How many times should I need to lose you,
before I learn the rules of your equipoise - I wonder.
And how many times should you need to cast me out,
before you learn to bear my unmasked sight - You may not know.
I have already figured out this discoloration,
and, darling - it is going to kill us soon.
What we need now is to have those blades of ours again,
what we need now is to be delivered by our own Caesarean -
from this womb of pretense-fate
and see the light of our true day.
FINAL VOYAGE OF FALL LEAVES
Leaves like tumbleweeds,
cling to my porch,
cascade down the moss,
hover like the homeless
in every yard,
often warming their hands
around fire pits.
Leaves soon will be
stuck between the teeth
of vicious rakes, gathered
into inhuman piles,
discarded like waste.
They tumble down into the woods,
quivering near howling coyotes,
sipping water from the creek,
expecting to rub their eyes,
awaken from a winter’s slumber.
Trees hover over their children,
so far below, hardly recognized
with discoloration and scars,
yet hope exists,
with decomposition,
nutrients feed the forest floor.
12/21/2016
Wrappings long have been trashed
A few nics encompass some character
Sunlight drenched a deteriorated discoloration
But still bravely I'm standing tall
Dark eyes forlorn for affection
As time's quickly winding down
A misfit struggling for acceptance
Watching others merrily marching on
Basement bottom feelings placate
Another piece of lead has broken off
Retired metal wheels of destruction
Soon to be lying in a cloud of dust
Shockwave of affectively laden numbness
Functioning trait through the plumes of dysfunction
Tempestuous fever in hibernation
Enclosed coffin emotions decomposing
Discoloration life's defibrillation
(Work in progress)
(Work in progress)
Male Laser Lifting
At first I just couldn’t believe it
The spas out in sunny LA
Are offering “Male laser lifting”
For which some guys are willing to pay
The locals call it “tackle tightening”
Some call it just “ironing the ball”
It removes hair and discoloration
And wrinkles if I rightly recall
Some brag it improves their love life
Some claim that it feels good to boot
Some say you revert back to childhood
But what some say just don’t mean a hoot
No one who’s holding a laser
Is getting a shot at my jewels
I’m crazy but I’m not THAT crazy
Them’s that do simply are fools
Uncle Mike
be sure to tell your doctor,
and tell the pharmacist too,
everything, every ache of head,
every salty-smelling scent
every painful bump,
every discoloration underwent
if you have had bitten lip syndrome,
if you experienced excessive tears
or had feelings of dizzy giddiness,
or felt the envy of your peers
if you've ever had the symptoms
of a broken heart or just
fell into a lovers schism
or ever thought hard on priapism
be sure to tell your trainer,
your friends and your confidant too,
that love and life just might be fatal
not to approach them nonchalantly
say the daily dosage is important
the timing too is vital
to avoid reactions inadvertent
and have prognosis of good survival
say on your lifelong loving quest
nurture your natural proclivity
be sure to get the necessary rest
and balance your diet and activity
don't take in too much sweets
and don't worry about the stress
live life and love it complete
is the finest print I can suggest
© Goode Guy 2012-08-08
will the bruises in
my heart heal
the deep contusions
black and blue
from you
when everywhere I look
songs that I hear
remind me daily
the discoloration
left on my mind
as well as my heart
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