Cute baby clothes I say.
Weird that you have ten thousand blue things and only one pink item.
I always wanted a girl, she said.
Kept that onesie around for years, hoping.
Twenty-eight years of marriage, but now
I have finally decided to give it up.
Her eight boys laughed.
They were 15, 16, 17, 19, 20, 22, 23 and 25.
Our stay in the
mushrooming subdivision
Ashley Springs
can achieve full ownership only
by meeting the developer’s
latest requirements...
six bushes and two deciduous trees,
keep your garbage can in the garage.
Such restrictions have put the whole
neighborhood in the throes of unrest.
Gears are clashing even as I write.
To sully the community spirit
in this way evokes emotions which
attempt to sidestep legality.
We more flexible newbies,
about thirty in number now
are pitted against
the established oldies
who could grandfather out of some of
the constraints based on length of residence.
Solution? It’s our property now!
Mr. Developer. Your raw power gains nothing
by the forcing of personal preference.
written May 27, 2018
I gave up myself
to be you
I watched myself go
vaporize into the wisp
where dreams go and your life
dies
a hard death
give up
its done
its over
yes
I can be you
i can be anyone
its the secret you find
midlife
when youve crossed the line
between
possiblity
and no chance in hell
so you might as well
sit on that barrel
on that porch and just
give it up
I'll never forget what you've said
I think you don't care
but that can't be true
It's real
but we can't do anything with it
I try to keep it alive
but that isn't fair
I need to let go
I say the same thing over
and over again in my poems
what more can I say
I'll regret this forever
I know that
I want to say that I'll move on
but I don't really want to
I still repeat myself
I'll stop writing now
who do you think you are, acting all brave?
by getting rid of me, there's nothing to save.
try to searate us, if you dare,
with your pointless attempts, we wont care.
you cant stop love, even at its earliest form.
if you try, you'll get lost in the storm.
how can you stop me with all this distance?
why bother trying with all his resistance?
your words aren't wise, your threats don't scare me,
I'll continue to fight until you see.
-Neko
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