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Loud and Rough Voices

Loud and Rough Voices

Effects normal peoples’ loud and 
rough voices have on me are: 
my eyeballs turn round and 
round, my nose stretches, farts, my lips turn into
batteries.Too my chin sticks out 
far far far, (bugs use it as a 
slippering dip).My kneecaps, well, 
slur. My chest hairs, well, 
alight, and 
my coat racks 
ignore me.

Kids

Bare feet scraped kneecaps 
summer's ups and downs on bike 
carefree and youthful

Moving Toward Stability

VERTIGO
imbalance, dizzy 
wobbling, swirling, unsettling
headache, ear bones, legs, kneecaps
balancing, steadying, walking
firmly, upright
STABILITY

Expiration Date

I am fire and rhapsody in my private chambers.
Inside out, I am flourishing, animated, and measured.
My heart pumps owning the same conviction at age 15.
My hormonal sexual splendor surely must be the same 
dense river I swam at 20. 
In the mirror, I see only my ardor dancing, 
my uncontainable flourish advancing.  

As usual, I’m a firebird at the supermarket.
Trailblazing each aisle, I come to the dairy section.
The milk I buy is always on the lowest shelf of the frig.
Each gallon I inspect expired 3 days ago.
Swinging the frig door wide, I kneel before the milk.
I inspect gallons until I find one that hasn’t expired.

My rigid wooden kneecaps grind against the floor tile.
I extract the bottle, slowly rising to stand
and my glasses slide off.
I somehow snatch them before they fall on the floor.
I turn to place the bottle in my cart.
“Do you need help?”
She’s a face full of glowing concern.
That’s all I see.
“No, I think I’ve got it. 
I’m always dropping my glasses.”

This archangel of milk bottles
vanishes. 
My wings of fire are only cinders now.
The reason is plain to see.
From outside in, my expiration date has passed.

Stop It

Stop the bleeding
Stop self-defeating
Stop demeaning
The real meaning
Stop the outage
Get out the mind cage
Stop the stressin' 
That leave you guessin'
Stop the relapse
You'll break your kneecaps
Stop the anger
That leave you in danger
Stop the rumbling
Stop all the grumbling
Stop the lies
And start to realize
Stop the inner you
That evil inner you
Stop blamin' everyone else
For the pain you inflict on everyone else
Stop the bottles
That leave your life in a pothole
Stop the negativity
Like you live in captivity
Stop all the self-hate
Before it's too late
This is a PSA from your mind
We can't leave you behind
This is a love letter from your soul
We need you to be whole
This is everything you need to hear
We need this to be very clear
Stop it
We need you to stop it

Sometimes Writing

sometimes writing is like
climbing a steep hill,
reaching the top
is a lofty dream,
each step requires
good kneecaps

You

I won’t forget your name
Your fingerprints are forever branded onto my skin 
And when I look in the mirror I can still see every wound you left on my body
I see blood running down my kneecaps
I see my throat turned blue from your tight grip
I feel every smack across the face that I perceived as love
I still hear my mom asking where the bruises came from
And as I get older I realize that some bruises never go away
Every day I remember less of the way your lips wrapped around your words
I can forget your tongue and how it painted lies across my body
But what I can’t forget is how it made me feel
I wish I could say that it was love
But you blurred the line between love and pain
And how do you really measure the difference
When blood was his sign of accomplishment
And he claimed the discoloration of my skin as his trophy
I wish I could say it meant nothing
But it meant everything to me

Bruises

your fingerprints are forever branded onto my skin 
and when I look in the mirror I can still see every wound you left on my body
I see blood running down my kneecaps
I see my throat turned blue from your tight grip
I feel every smack across the face that I perceived as love
I still hear my mom asking where the bruises came from
and as I get older I realize that some bruises never go away

every day I remember less of the way your lips wrapped around your words
I can forget your tongue and how it painted lies across my body
but what I can’t forget is how it made me feel

I wish I could say that it was love
but you blurred the line between love and pain
and how do you really measure the difference
when blood was his sign of accomplishment
and he claimed the discoloration of my skin as his trophy

I wish I could say it meant nothing
but it meant everything to me

Jack's Courage

A group of youngsters
plays baseball in the sunny field,
while a lonely kid watches 
the game and he would love to join them,
but he can't run: his feet are crippled
and screaming from the wheelchair,
he breaks the dinginess of the air;
he clamors for them and feels proud
of his buddies fighting for their team,
which won them many trophies!

Does God see his misery?
He surely does and looks after him
more than anyone who loves him;
Jack, would love to stand up and play!
Five years have been long to bear,
walking on crutches and being afraid
to fall; if he made a mishap,
he could easily break a hip!

Jack fell down the stairs and damaged his kneecaps,
he was lucky enough not to break his spine;
physically is handicapped, but mentally he's fine,
unfortunately, he's no way near a cure the doctor said
yesterday, " You must wear knee braces
and try not to trip on anything and fall, it'll make
your condition much worse; some boys
have never walked again. " Jack gives him a dubious look
and courageously says, " I must believe, I can walk again
and play baseball with my classmates and make them win!"

Sitting Happy

Sitting happy in my bathtub
Sailing my boat 
In still waters 
between and around my kneecaps
When you stepped in 
and capsized 
me

4th Floor Penthouse

Waves of blue extend as far as the eye can see
raising high above the leafless treetops I dwell
a turquoise statue rests in the parkway
broken kneecaps and fingers but I don't know who
is attributed this honor dressed in flags of red
I close my eyes and imagine the battle scar
at Fort Sheridan where settlers dreams came true
A black bird glides down upon this glory
the sun starts shining through the clouds
and my thoughts wander to visions of you

Cuz the T-Shirt Says So - For Contest

Cuz the goddamn T-shirt says so!
Well, the first time it was Billy,
ball busting Billy, who said
“go ahead, just do it”.
To this day I am not sure
what caused me to follow
this instruction.  The end result,
I had red finger tips
for three weeks
and my finger prints
are still on file
in the park
on that bench.
The opportunities
to “just do it!” came
more frequently when
alcohol was flowing,
or there was a cute girl
to impress with my
stupidity and daring.
Scars, bruises(physical
and emotional), a U-tube
moment with the half life
of radium.
Marriage was like that,
I mean the proposal part.
That was the only time
I was the one to say
“Hey, let’s just do it!”
Age hasn’t cured this anomaly.
At 68 I looked at a kayak,
that voice whispered
“just do it” – I did.
My hips and shoulders ache,
my kneecaps are sunburnt
and I pray there is no-one
around with a camera as I
try to get my old ass out
of my new kayak.
Ball busting Billy started it
and the goddamn T-shirt
just keeps egging me on.

6/16/2016

submitted to – If it hurts so bad, why do we do it?
sponsor – Silent One

Sitting Happy In My Bathtub

Sitting happy in my bathtub
Sailing my boat 
Smoothly between and around my kneecaps
When she stepped in and capsized me

Those Damn Wet Bandits

Two inept crooks robbed my house while I was on vacation.
They left my water running and they died by strangulation.
Besides robbing me, those idiots also made me have to pay a two hundred dollar water bill.
They were already beaten by my neighbors eight year old son, as crooks, they had no skill.
I decided to go to the Police Station and post their bail.
Before I was through, they wanted to go back to jail.
I shot them in their crotches and burned their heads with my blowtorch.
Those dumbasses were screaming in agony because their heads were scorched.
Before strangling them, I used my shotgun to blow off their kneecaps.
Everybody had better start to learn that I will not take people's crap!

(This poem is based on the 1990 'Home Alone' movie.)

This Bird Is Going Down

I long for the night. 
the night 
sheaths me 
in glorious 
grease. 
Slippery sudsy 
spry and sniveling 
are my friends 
under the water, 
between the oil, 
tickling my toes 
and 
nibbling at my 
kneecaps.

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