my car broke down in the middle of nowhere
people in the other cars passing by laugh at me and give me the finger
then behind them are the ones yelling racial slurs from their vehicles
wondering what to do, my sweaty skin gets a cold, heartless visit from the rural mosquitos
i have no cell phone
i have no friends
my sweets is at work
my family members and i are estranged
all of a sudden, i feel cold from the blue loneliness and lose all modern consciousness
when i come to, i am in a hospital bed in a room that is empty and all too familiar
everything then goes pitch black, and i am thankful to hear the alarm going off
i then get up out of bed to cut the alarm off and get ready for work
i look at the lady readjusting herself in the bed and Thank The Lord for Guiding me Back To Reality
i see my cell phone
i smile at My Best Friend
i remember the emails and the phone messages from my family members
all of a sudden, my heart warms every part of my body inside and out
my smile become wider and brighter knowing now that i will never be alone
Categories:
ick, god, thank you,
Form: Free verse
Maria hums to the tune of “Taps” as she scoops out the betta
One red, one blue, Wiggles got ick, now it’s just Padma blue
Doorbell rings, ding dong, Maria rushes to answer, Ahh, Greek feta
The delivery guy left as the maid pounded on the screen, birds flew
This is cheddar, Miss Sparks will be upset, hmmm. It’s okay!
Swooshing sounds from the toilet bowl, as Maria flushes
Tosses the salad, grabs her clanking keys, and drives away
Down the hill, exhales haa, then inhales huh, blood rushes
Nick The Greek’s, an order of the Greek feta salad, to go please
Exits Nicks, enters Finney’s Fish Store. I’ll take that one, that fish
As she points to the red betta splashing, wiggling, stops, in a freeze
Dear Maria, I’m home, bring my salad and a glass of iced tea swish
So, tell me, how was your day, clops off her shoes by her chair
Leaning, back crackling, with Wiggles her red betta nearby
Miss Sparks waits for her maid, then notices Padma’s stare
Maria, why is Padma staring at Wiggles with a glint in her eye?
Categories:
ick, fish, funny, loss,
Form: Rhyme
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Pass.if.ick
while listening to the Pacific
w)aether(, (woe)ter from eyes
pool into the soul
wanting to gush, saever--
to create a great divide
between memory and heart,
forcing to un-feel
in a dumb attempt
to plunder everything
into nothingness
[Pass all the what-Ifs,
realize the past.Icks]
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At.Land.Ick
While listening to the Atlantic,
the wind mixes with the waves
moon realizing the gravity
strumming,
then pinning down the heartekestrings
allowing only
the silence of apprehension and suspense
to vibrate
moved, yet at the same time unmoving
refusing to turn, to arrive
and reach land
left only
with the sensation of f.low.ting
feelings.ick
[At land, tick
tick--- tick- - -]
1189102015
thank you, thank you..... sleeping at last
Categories:
ick, absence, allusion, feelings, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased,
debacle to test the metal of man.
A contextual contrib to the categorization
for rat-ICK-al political fans.
Simply put, the contest is not for the faint of heart.
Testing the spine of the spineless
demi-gods of media-o-craSS-y against each other
often produces hilarious outcomes, balloons full of
hot air which rise, sinkers like submarines
A-bombs which ann-I-oH-late beating the literal
pants of of pre-despotic predators!
Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased,
debacle to test the metal of man.
A confab of convicts crashing the party of humanity
for their own con-test, loot-seekers all.
Blue ribbon, hollow trophy-seeking, baby kissers.
Even the best of these deep thinkers seldom
produce products which do more
than a-GRAND-Ize themselves.
Hitler con-tested the right to breath of the non
Aryan races...now that's surely contestable?
Kings and demagogue contest the human rights
of man daily, throwing female babies out with the trash.
So in an effort to auto adjust this neolith-ICK behavior
I vote we go sans test!
*There are no spelling errors here
what you see is poetic license.
Categories:
ick, introspection,
Form: Free verse