Too hyper.
Caffeine and nicotine, a constant cycle on repeat.
Fidgety, can't sit still. Can't sit still.
Not enough caffeine, not enough nicotine, not enough tattoos.
Can't stand the silence.
Listening to the waves' crashing to drown out the spiral of thoughts racing through my head.
Brain, a constant whirlwind of thoughts.
Maybe just one more drag of nicotine?
Maybe a little more caffeine?
Too hyper to sit still.
The energetic hyper crazy worker bee saws a stem
For the prickly green thorns give him pause, annoying him
The rose looks more like a daisy anyway
Another reason he feels he can fool around and play
I watch from the safety of my lovely garden floral seat
Enjoying bee, who flies to another blossom to repeat
Lord, please help us all,
Stupid stoner is again
Bouncing off the walls.
Though what we know
and that which we feel
goes into what we write
I believe
poets are more inclined toward
image-periphery
the alchemy of lyric-formation
what is just around the corner
horrifically vague
standing on the lip-edge
toes dangling over
peering bravely into a
primal abyss
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each new declaration a journey
backward, compressing coldly
into dank catacombs of past
drafting explorers
forward, confronting bard echoes
the maps of our ancient priests
left for the daring
the literary awakened
new skies revealed
sustain alternating and renewed
every night a fresh splattering of light
every dawn
a bounty-warmth of slippery
sunny icing
such decadence our breakfast
lunch and supper
no dessert denied
the rich slices we pen
the hyper-caloric that
drives us to the brink
daring us to step off
both angels and demons
awaiting their catches
lift must be in our favor --
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Let the work begin!
The booster is in town
trying to keep Omicron down
The governemnet is scared
the coronavirus has reflared
People will get sick
With this guy ever so quick
Are there any doctors and nurses around?
we need all hands on the ground
The UK has lost the plot
And Australia is being lead by clots
Lots of people will die
And many families will cry
But it was all worth it
All that true determination and grit
We saved the economy
surely you don't believe in astrology
Pel é killed the game and ate the ball
Garrincha held the ball and did bawl
coming, going what the hell
Zico played ball through smell
Bileira my cousin made rivals crawl
Flowers, seeds
fruits, leaves
jewelry
from nature...
wind, light and air,
messages from heaven
to earth...
animals, vegetables
and minerals....
Fauna and Flora
magic images
of the supreme cosmological force,
Hyper greatness...
Cleanliness I absolutatingly fear...
For I only luv the mess I see,
It makes me believe I am not alone
In this sight of a messed-up and lonely room.
It'sh scaring me seeing purified spirit
With all th-this cleaned up vision.
Mirrors reflect my cleaned room...
In the darkness, within the shadows,
Are haunting red, yellow, and green:
Lights which are known as eyes
According to my mind...
Not as ordinary as others may seem...
For I am rather filled with secret eccentricity,
I loves seeing people electrified when in
Sight of my real personality:
Hyper eccentricity!
He’s what we call a trouble
And often not just one but double!
A hyperactive kid with label,
That reads he’s restless and unstable.
Be patient, give him needed space,
Though fast, he doesn’t win the race.
Shrewd and brave, a daredevil,
With low concentration level.
His frazzled mind needs to express
But often ordered to suppress.
Those random words he has to say
Will choose improper time and way.
Show your love and understanding,
What he does wrong is rather random.
It’s not you but him, who’s bothered,
Being brushed away by others.
Don’t get angry in frustration,
Offer extra stimulation,
Let brilliant fast spinning mind
Have territory to unwind.
You will achieve the best result-
Praise, compromise but don’t insult.
If reprimand - in decent terms,
Wondering eyes calm after storm.
Give him another chance to win,
Wish to be 1st – his biggest sin.
Your great reward – his happy smile
Stays in your heart, it is worth trying.
What doctors promised, all came true
Efforts paid off, your son outgrew.
Not long ago his worn-out label
Turned into well-behaved, and stable.
Fake smile
Presenting pulsing cheek
Hovering pretense
Easily seen by hyper vigilant child
Anger shining through clearly
On the flip side of a hidden world
Our dog is a professional sleep monster.
She jumps from couch to recliner,
sticking with whoever looks the most-almost-nap-ready.
I have never seen a more-ready-to-nap dog,
she sleeps with anyone and everyone,
going from bed to bed.
It is easy to do this here.
Although there are but two of us,
we have five beds.
Hyper vigilant, she hears the smoothing of a sheet or
one hair lying down on a pillow.
She can pass squirrels and rabbits an arm's
length from her nose,
without seeing or hearing them,
but if anyone is starting a lie down….
There she goes,
A mattress must have been sat on.
My grin could get no wider as my subconscious mind has spoken again.
Had the last word.
Bamboozled me and completely confounded me.
Pulled the rug out.
Yesterday I wrote a silly little poem about a little old lady with frost in her nose.
Today I look down at my latest large print Reader's Digest book which has two titles.
Title one: First Frost
Title two: There was an old woman
My eyes practically fell out of their sockets.
On a conscious level I swear I have never seen these two titles, let alone noticed them.
However, my hyper-vigilant muse most certainly must have.
I glance back, taking another peek.
Feeling incredulous and disbelieving
Yet here this book sits, four feet from my feet.
Proof positive of who is in charge here.
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
It's an all-powerful ejaculation
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic)
Pelvis and loins ablaze like fantastic,
and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
Eros peaks, then runs wild and Jurassic;
and hunts for instant gratification
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic!)
To burn with unrestrained lust is horrific;
but the red-hot flames of this condition
force coitus to break out when turning manic:
oh! to explode without control like a sex addict,
and copulate with total abandon
(when mania feels so keenly orgasmic!).
So, call it mad, but don't call it poetic:
this disease demands total expression.
These pelvic desires arise when turning manic,
from a mania whose possession is so fiercely orgasmic.
Back at 12
I thought
I had
A special gift
Evan to me
It was hard
To believe
So conditioned
are we
in the reality
we
can not see
is it my pain that
makes me see
or is it hyper
vigilance
that helps me see
others disquiet
or is it the really me
it doesn’t matter
really
it’s the gift
that only matters
is it,s there or
not
you tell me
Picnic was peaceful
A spider crawled down her neck
screech heard round the world
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