I used to live my life
by planning every step
factoring in every contingency
like a sales pitch for a Life Insurance policy.
I flipped the coin and it landed on its edge.
people's eyes should hurt less when winter rages on,
or when the afternoon shadow show dies with the boldness of the moon.
I no longer have that wisdom of ignorance,
nor does the renewed insurance policy protect me again,
the paternal insistence of those who cared about me
or some distant gaze that pretended to approve of my mistakes.
the enormity of the life and death event surpasses any symbology,
because the chocolate bars that you eat hidden from sadness
or even the files you fill with the fools you made,
are nothing compared to the hard work of maintaining indifference
while the acid of the seconds turns our bones to wreckage.
You thought you had me by the hair,
While you tossed my heart
To and fro
Across a tennis court
Just because
I was your insurance policy
That you kept in your back pocket
Or so you thought
Until that frigid morning
I disappeared
Halfway across the globe
Just so I could
Untangle my long blonde hair
From the harsh grip
Of your twisted thoughts.
Maybe body surfing
Did the trick
Right into the salty waves
That slammed the soft sand
With a certainty
That right then
You became a history book
A scary chapter
That sealed itself shut
With a hammers blow
So that
I could never take a second look
While you thought
You had me by the hair.
Some got a pathological need,
a dirty obsession for that coffin wallpaper
They wrapped themselves in the black widow veil
of murderous deceit
For what?
To taste the yellow snow
of an unclean life insurance policy,
a crimson crypt guarantee
They’re willing to scarlet signature go
to the pit of perdition below
With the gnashing of their plaque teeth,
their lying gangrene gums
have a bottomless covetous bleed
Oh how filthy is the color of greed!
Their gain green ways
is dirty money laundry madness
A purple reign whitewash rinse
is obscenely falling at a Faustian pace
The prince of this world
got them brown nose benders,
those bloodhound coin sniffers,
on a silver urn lucre loco motive chase
But the code blue folly of it all,
the gold digger worms
do-do come to a flatline crawl
And that dollar bill cadaver feed
is a pink ink lip lust envy
for violet dye poison ivy —
A sin dung beetle sordid concede
Oh how filthy is the color of greed!
FIRE, FIRE
The house is burning round me,
There’s no time to hang about.
Just enough for me to get
A few essentials out.
First, up to the bathroom
To collect my medications.
To a lifelong hypochondriac,
They’re vital preparations.
Next, the photo albums;
I just can’t let them burn.
My life recorded through a lens,
Through every twist and turn.
The car is parked close to the house;
I’m afraid it might explode.
So I have to find the car keys,
To move it down the road.
My fire insurance policy
Covers such a fate.
I’d better take that with me,
To prove it’s up to date.
I have to take my cell phone;
It’s full if information.
A phone book and a Filofax,
My life’s organisation.
I’ve put my warmest coat on,
Although the weather’s sunny.
Well, my wallet’s in the pocket,
Full of credit cards and money.
And, lastly, my computer,
To keep me in the loop,
And make sure I can enter
This poem in Poetry Soup.
A HEARTY EXPERIENCE
Bad cholesterol found easy sites in my heart for deposition
Time came when they needed to be cleaned by operation.
Two stents were planted by what they called angioplasty
My heart would survive if the arteries didn't again get nasty.
As medical treatments were getting day by day costly
For future financial relief I got a health insurance policy.
I realized the meaning of the saying nothing lasts forever
When some years later my heart in angina started to quiver.
No options left, I had to lie once again on operation table
The doctors did their job well to make my heart stable.
The rightful claim of expenses the insurer refused to cover
For I had more than one stent placed already as heart saver.
I then realized howsoever in the ads the offers glint
In real life one shoulda read the fine print.
February 1, 2018.
Bound To Be President
Looked around for book in a library
Had compunction for one called Pecuniary
Liability contained in insurance policy
That and person could see was a fallacy.
On one fact I had been completely sold
When by both parents, they often scold
Proof in pudding really had been in a pie
Not avoid no matter how hard we try.
Pie was eaten up totally and completely
Ended up in my stomach nice and neatly
Came up with idea plump and pregnant
Turn leftovers into Poem with God's consent.
Here it happens to be my fine friend
Completely coming out of my rear end
So much of it soon was passed around
Was part of a President's odd sound.
You can fill in any politician's name
in place of President with my consent.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Don't touch me
Not in the sense
I want nothing to do with you
But don't touch me
Cause I'm feeling some kinda way about you.
Where don't means do
I'm about to come unglued
Get away from me,
You're giving me that
Could this be the one type vibe
Can I stay with you in fantasy?
I could be Alice, mapquest
wonderland, be my direction
to curb this hesitation
Be my make believe
Oh, it feels like a dream
Stop touching it
I don't want another audition
I ought not,
but I left the door unlocked
Positioned the headboard
to keep the neighbors up all night
Sometimes a girl just needs
a good sleep tight. Still
Don't touch it
Warning yet tempting
I should when I shouldn't
I do when I don't
I'm so confused and need you
to work it out comprehensively
Do me like an insurance policy.
Face down, muffled sounds.
Pillow catches tears
Don't touch it
My heart is tied to strings
& you'll make more
than just my body move
while the neighbors become
insanely familiar hearing you say my name...
When a man came at me with a knife,
I was forced to shoot and take his life.
It was self defense but I was still horrified by what I had done.
I would be dead and buried if I hadn't been carrying my gun.
But he said something right before he died.
After he said it, I was even more horrified.
He told me that my wife put him up to it.
She tried to have me killed but she blew it.
I found out why that she was able to convince that man to try to murder me.
She was going to share the cash when she cashed in my life insurance policy.
She put him up to it but it was something I couldn't prove.
I divorced that witch after I packed my bags and moved.
She would've been on easy street if she had succeeded with her crime.
But she failed and because of the prenup, she didn't receive one dime.
(This is a fictional poem)
Hope Drunk
Kenneth Alexander
It’s harder, than ever, these days to see the bright side of life, what with reality the way it is.
Suffering imminent, never ending pain, reminiscent, expand a good plan some evil is collected.
All is well in love and war, child victims, seniors - sore no more, snuggled in bunks, hope drunks.
It used to be, expression is free, disappointment, now the price to throw the dice, and nothing left but breathe, from God, hope drunk.
For the best candidate a bullet bump, in secret, hope drunk.
Benefits, saved for a few, who knew, insistent, demanding positive thinking order of the day and those in a slump, hope drunk.
A golden watch, a fish dinner, a thank you for support, and with nothing more, shown the door. A life insurance policy, satisfied, died in a dump, hope drunk.
In reality the same way, celebrate defeat on the seat of dismay. The problem before was not the score, a punk, hope drunk
You said you were making chicken salad but you made crab salad instead.
You tricked me into eating shellfish and in a few minutes I'll be dead.
My life is flashing before my eyes, I'm really scared.
You're going to take my life and that is not fair.
I'm such a fool, I should've known that you would kill me.
You decided to do it because of my life insurance policy.
You'll collect a million dollars after I die, you certainly do love cash.
I should've listened to my mother when she said that you're trash.
You hid the phone to make certain that I can't call 911.
You also hid my medicine, I would kill you if I had a gun!
If you were a decent person, you'd call 911 because I'm really sick.
You decided to kill me with crab when you learned that I'm allergic.
You're laughing hysterically because I'll soon be deceased.
You won't get away with it, you're underestimating the police.
You never loved me, all you cared about was being rich.
You're an inhuman monster and you're also an evil *****!
(This is a fictional poem.)
a disinteresting air
another gaze
within a full length mirror
a persnickety grimace
bandaids
the severed slices
of crystal
sleeping
within my
larynx
excuse my idiotcy
not utilizing
punctuation marks
cmon darling
please please
warrant my arrest
dementia is not covered
under my insurance policy
but
cough spit
mutants
like myself
somehow survive
religiously pathetic
empathically morose
sympathetically laughable
one last day
one fleeting
precious
moment
the rifle is gently removed
from an uncolored mantle
periwinkle would have
been my palor of choice now
Say ah and place
the hunter's
metallic eye
strategically
down your throat
everything is pretty
everything is so goddamn
wonderful
sweat on my forehead
sweat on the trigger
one deep breath
one more for good riddance
go my sweetheart
cmon
pull it
i said pull it
for a starved beggar's last day
will be
righteously
and
magnanimously
honored
by himself
(This is a fictional poem)
My ex-wife tried to kill me.
Day after day she put arsenic in my coffee.
I don't have a lot of money and she was never satisfied.
She took out a life insurance policy and she would've gotten a quarter of a million
if I had died.
She started running up my credit card bill and that caused us to bicker.
I was in a lot of pain and as each day passed, I got sicker.
I'm very thankful that my daughter learned what was going on.
If she hadn't went to the police, I'd be gone.
When the person who you love turns out to be your worst enemy, it cuts deep like
a knife.
Now she's going to be in jail for a long time and I'm grateful that she's out of my
life.