If you were to ask me
Be the one to catch me, before i take the fall
You'd be the only one waiting, afterall
For whence i open my mouth and
Spill a sea of pills tinged with reddened liquor
I think you'd listen, then
If i took advice from any voice, it'd say 'give up'
But then again the only advice i ever took was the gurgles from down below
Onwards, outwards, suck inwards and hollow
If i gouged the gurgles, they'd say 'continue'
They'd count on me as i count every zero
They'd hold onto my head while i clutch the bottle
But, you'd catch me.
Incase i couldn't catch me
You'd advise me to give up
But i'd have fallen from your grasp
Onwards, downwards, i'd ignore the numbers from the liquor
For they'd spill from my mouth ever quicker
I'd have lost count, either way.
Hey, what did you want to say?
I witnessed your eyes and I
Wrote a poem. Immediately
When I got back home. 5 or 6 years ago
From now this was?
Cause at the time I felt like this
Kind of blue... God... it
Would save me.
It wasn't true but you
Did
Help me to save myself.
And our lifelines entangled and missed
One another. Over and over. Arrows
Misguided.
Or also my
ego fearful of loving at that time
stroke in fear...
But loving is witnessing too.
We have the wisdom to know at least:
Ownership does not last.
We know of impermanence.
Now again. Accidentally close.
A bizarre current brings us closer.
Yet not close enough.
I sit under St
Minas Cathedral
Watching you to
Not emerge
From behind the corner.
Fearfully I know :
We shall never be
23. 27. 30. Again.
And the poet in me saddens at
This thought. Cause poets are sad creatures.
Yet the gratitude in me makes me
Stronger.
Cause 'a poet' is an ' I Am ' and
I Am Not - Not really.
So I stand up,
let go.
And go
Into life’s currents.
Hey Universe
Why you coming at me so hard?
Did I do some sht to piss ya off?
Or you just playing some evil part?
Its all getting kinda rough
Im not nearly tough enough
To get through this & come up
been kickin me down so much
Im bruised & lumped up
in every possible spot I can touch
I've already accepted i got no luck
But seriously, like what the fck?
You Actin like a fckin schmuck
When all I ever be asking for
Is acceptance & love
Got me questioning what i did
that was so wrong?
Sht been so bad for so long
I just wana finally
find where I belong
I wanna smile forreal n not
Have to fake how I feel
Breaking down every day bc
I cant deal
An honestly idek if
All of this is even real
...I hope not
hey, check it out
(apropos of baited political hooks)
being schooled
can keep you
book hooked
but being learned
can hook
you up
to a free mind…
schools of fish
are fooled
by baited hooks
enticing and teasing
with exotic scents
on swaying lines…
retrospectively,
whether you agree
or not with me
old-schooled dogs
can be taught
and learn
new school tricks…
curiously
just check out
today’s streamed
teasing red-baited
political hooks…
“Hey, Mom”
Hey, Mom!
I can’t sleep.
I’ve been awake for hours.
There are dragons at my door.
“Come crawl in beside me,” She said
“I’ll chase them far away.”
Hey, Mom!
I stubbed my toe.
It hurts really bad.
“Let me see.” She said
“Oh my gosh. I think it needs a kiss.”
Hey, Mom!
Johnny said I’m fat.
He makes me mad.
I want to clobber him.
“Come here a little hug will do,” She said
“You’re a diamond in my eye.”
Hey, Mom!
Can you take me to the park?
I want to ride a merry-go-round
And play in the sand.
“Let's ask a friend,” She said
“I’ll pack a lunch.”
Hey, Mom?
Could you tie my shoe
And button up my coat?
It’s cold outside.
“I’ll walk you to the corner,” She said
“And see you on the bus.”
Hey, Mom!
Can I stay up late
And watch TV with
You and Dad?
It’s time for bed
My little one
A little kiss will have to do.
Hey, Mom!
Would you read me
A bedtime story?
Sure, my little one
Now, It’s time to turn out the light.
“Sweet dreams,” She said, “Sweet Dreams.”
That’s what Moms do.
Hey, Mom!
“Happy Mother’s Day”
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Soon I'll be dead
Soon I'll be six feet under
My children will cry
At the volume of thunder
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I hope you don't mind
No one lends you it back
I'm not borrowing your time
I stole it
Or you spent it
You can't relive a scene
You're living
Or you're dying
But there's no in between
And that's why I'm sad
As I rot on this beds
I spend my life dying
Stead of living
And now I'm deads
I spent my life working
To pay off my bills
Didn't see the world with my children
And now I never will
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
This isn't to depress
Just a warning that your life
May be even less
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I'm scared like a baby
At age thirty-seven
Did my tree blossom
Or wilt itself away
Am I in hell
Or am I in heaven?
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Call me the priest
I hope he can pray
For me as I decease
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death is calling me
The streets feel desolate
Glass houses are empty
And lonely
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death's walking the street
Every second a lamp shatters
Crystals broken and tattered
Did I even matter?
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
On my very last breath
Death shall be no more
I shall conquer death.
Hey bestie ,
What you gonna do today?
Do some work or play board games?
I know you're stressed
Well yeah same
This world is so cruel
I just can't tolerate
Hey bestie,
Let's talk about that guy
Oh my god he's evil inside
He can't keep your secrets
Then you lose your mind
Sometimes we fight
Sometimes we laugh
Sometimes I think I'm meaningless
Sometimes you think I'm a mess
You made me laugh
You made tears of joy
But you're still struggling with
Tuition and your boyfriend
But you have some secrets
That you really don't wanna express
And the kind boy still talks to you
And you give his words back
I can't trust that bully
Who called you by weird names
Yeah now it's my duty
To end his game
Listen my bestie
You are a good friend
Not just a friend
You are everything
Sometimes I hide something from you
So that I can't be a burden for you
And I'll miss you..
Every day I was getting scammed
‘til I found the sign
~ Hey, scammers, here I am
Hey, Grace.
Do you know where I left my face?
Did I happen to leave it in your lap,
after taking that quick nap?
Or perhaps, after that embrace,
did I leave it in your narrow crawlspace?
No? Oh, crap!
She said, "Oh, that just can't be!
That poem has no semblance to reality!"
I said, "How can you say that,
when it's painfully clear that
it's the reality of me!”
Hey
I’ve still got words to say,
I’m sorry I failed you that day,
And the guilt doesn’t go away.
I’d give my last dime-
To hear your voice one more time.
I knew you were sick…
But when the fire burned the wick…
And the clock continued to tick…
I understood too late-
And you couldn’t wait.
I was asked to speak-
But at the microphone my voice went weak,
My words diminished
And I couldn’t finish
There’s still words to say-
I’m sorry I failed you that day…
And every time I went out to play-
Instead of listening to you,
Before you went away.
…I wear your cap now
And every faded hole left behind show:
“The kiss of the sun for pardon.
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer Gods heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth.”
~Dorothy Frances
on valentine's day
embrace with burning desire~
inch to ecstasy.
Connor Constrictor
crept through the carpet.
Marianne Marmot
marched through the market
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Tutu Toucan
turned to and fro
while Wally Walrus
watched in slow mo.
Singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Kami Chameleon
chewed a crumpet
and Tommy Tortoise
tuned up his trumpet
playing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
All the animals
clamored for more,
more of the funny
musical score
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
hey ho
does an octopus know
how to juggle with eight cups and saucers
and the fish watching him
while the elephants swim
then he juggles with a turtle and tortoise
then ho hey
does the octopus say
I can do this all day round in circles
but an ache in my arm
in my arm, in my arm
and so on through all eight tentacles
so hey ho
let the octopus go
to bed nice and early with honey
to rest and recline
for a considerable time
so he doesn’t feel worn out and funny
ho hey
and a new octopus day
refreshed and all ready to juggle
so with cups and with saucers
a turtle and tortoise
but the elephant’s splash makes him struggle
hey hey
that’s not fair that’s not fair
so the octopus went somewhere quieter
where he practised a lot
and a lot more than not
and so now he’s a pro entertainer
so some wooden spoons and a potato masher
with a spaghetti spoon and some other utensils
being what they are every day, stoically on duty
crammed into the unremarkable utensil holder
but one particular day when they and the light
decided to converse secretly with the universe
over an unknown coffee among chatter and din
bereft of sticky fingers, cast a phoenix in flight
majestically across the kitchen wall, the meal
was several seconds later that magical evening
and by another incredible zing, a conspiring
of the universe and other distant table waited
secret evening suppers, the bedroom pointed
to the lampshade upon a low lit ceiling behind
it became a robot warlord’s head ripped from
its body, circuitry dangling like vein and sinew
and then – hey look at this, said the universe
I wondered how many times the universe had
reached out but I was in too much of a hurry
and sleep was several seconds later that night
There once was a Rabbi lived in Big Sur
Who could drive a golf ball straight, far, and sure
When he got a hole-in-one
He sighed, “Why, this is no fun”
Who could he tell? ~ it was on Yom Kippur*
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*Properly pronounced: Yome KiPOOR... Not a day
for playing golf, esp. if you are a Rabbi!!
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