Long Toe Poems
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Toe shack
Put another log
On the near burnt out fire
They tell me to charge more
Then tell me they did the job for a song and a story I've heard before
The Government is prohibiting the bites that is never chewed
Useless you write your story
Validation goes miscued
Let us fight any way we can afford
Don't think to bring me a gun
It time the care of the people
Wins and this wars won
Coming to carry me home
when the church bell tolls
In the Serenity of early morning
The break of silence a raccoon knocking a garbage can over
You wake up eyes blurr
It feels like a Tuesday
Looking out the window
Silhouettes cast the shimmer of bleached blonde arms cradled by the fire of the beast we call life
The first break of dawn
Forgotten fears
Head surfing in the clouds of toluene
Rising from the surface of thousands of fallen chem-trails
Impressions of yesterday
Now turned to a soup of graffiti in my brain
Into the spotlight
Into flame
Into the dirt
The same knife I kill with
The same knife I eat with
For me and you
The clouds will clear
Tearing the Cold out of the heart out of the man of Silver and Gold
Who Paved the roads of liquid glass shards and gasoline paid for with dime bags
homeless roads roadless homes
Trained killers licking poison toads
Your boss will be proud
Do the work thats needed done
To impress no one but yourself
Before you have to choose a bullet or a gun
Get rid of all the detours in your head
We are not the thought but the deed
We are just a seed of a god that has left us
For the all the good parking spaces have been taken
Please Leave a word at the desk
Let it define you
Buried by others
Who proclaim to be the leader of man
Will I ever be truly who I am
How do you know what you know?
You know by stubbing your toe
Induction principle
Back to the future go
It’s epistemological
Is it all empirical?
Is it all observable?
I’m asking how
Atheist’s count
With numbers being abstractable
The induction rule
Is a Christian tool
By stubbing my toe
Against the bedpost
It comes into view
By stubbing your toe
Extrapolate, tow
The past is not material
In motion, or emotional
It’s not biological
Whose brains do we use
To arrive at truth?
No matter how hard you strive
Atheism’s a lie
Given an internal sleuth
We move from the toe that’s shod
To the toothpaste proof of God
Is insistence matter or motion?
This only causes commotion
To insist that you can live like a god
To persist that is false
It's to stumble instead of waltz
Yeah, there’s a dichotomy
And it’s a lobotomy
Reasoning becomes schmaltz
It’s tautological schism
An unreasonable prison
To assume atheism at all
Isn’t reasonable
He exists and that’s not fideism
Jesus the reason for reason
The fool only causes commotion
In everything you contemplate
Even Pyrrho and Descartes can’t help you escape
Because doubting isn’t matter or in motion
So don't assume like Hume
Or become a skeptic, that's hectic
So how do you know?
Thank God for me stubbing my toe
Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...
Attempting nightly ritual
nsync with sole and
instep of beat
January second 21:08
two thousand twenty
footwear equipped with
custom made cleat
proudly standing tall
(think) as an elite
able, eager, and ready
to sprint skyhigh fleet
ting into netherlands
(towering well over
other wiry antennae thin contestants,
hence exception to
maximum height waved
outrageous illegitimate forfeit
chore blithely Atlas shrugged off),
whereby said marathoner Olympian
amidst godly pantheon did greet,
competitors crouched tigerlike
ironically melting starter blocks
deftly gunning generating barreling heat
fast as greased lightning
Achilles catapulted courtesy blur,
zee mist tree (oak kay)
man, i.e. helpmeet,
he roundly squared off
accompanied by his wifely entreat.
Thus situated, positioned, and finagled
husbandry duty obliging the misses,
no matter she kick started
(think thrashing outsize overgrown toddler)
childish task deemed
markedly cockameemie design,
subsequently these little feet (mine)
stood stolid upon bedroom floor
she did man date me,
I supplicated, necessitated,
implored, and decried divine
intercession, cuz thee mademoiselle
did authoritatively assign,
thee mister getting mine
handy dandy grip upon her supine
corpulent physique
outstretched leaden legs
awaiting (Abby) salute perfect sign
to commence powerfully
prying and pulling
first straight then nine
tee degrees practically prostrating self
footloose and eventually
detaching fancy free
thunder thighs, what strong
amazing anatomical design
nearly defying might
of super Matt nein
bird brainer heron,
an ill eagle cro-magnon scheme
to untie clodhoppers
snug as a bug in a rug,
whence laces got knotted
freaking me out clearly
out this world,
wide webbed formerly
Gordian tangled skein.
*This poem will make more sense to Americans
who watched t.v. in the 1970’s
TIC TAC TOE
the board real tidy. today Tiger would hold
together the family photo. how old the queuing.
surely the Brady six hated tic tac toe -
the anniversary cake blows
the squares, it’s centerfold - Borgnine, Lynde
and Rivers. family full of puzzling fun,
riveting answers. Alice lines them up -
his and her kids, girls on one side, boys
on the other, mom and dad, and plops
herself in the middle, as an inclusion.
delusional housekeeper dates Sam the butcher.
braces and nose job…Marcia…Marcia…Marcia
singing group, house of cards, a charm bracelet.
Tiger’s a thief. Kitty Carryall, his beef.
blame Bobby. Jan gets revenge by sneezing.
sneezing…sneezing…sneezing, sends
the dog away. “in what state was Lincoln born?”
Lynde’s square lit up. He grabs hold of his muse:
“like all of us naked and screaming.” sardonic
tic, tac, toe vibrations of Uncle Arthur’s laugh.
Stubbing a toe hurts like hell
Count to ten or curse and yell
Never to learn, walking in bare feet
When suddenly brick pillar my foot did meet.
Limping, near crying I hobble indoors
My stupidity again put me in the wars
Elevating my foot hoping pain quickly ease
Controlling each breath as I slowly deep breathe.
Scrapes of skin and beginning to bruise
My little toe, shades of red and blue hues
Swollen, still swelling and when I think back
I'm sure I did hear the sound of a crack.
Pain killers inside me, indoors I did stay
The bruising and toe was bigger next day
My tiny toe like a mini fat sausage
Shoes always wear - my imprinted self message.
12.08.21
.
first 'twere
thuh down
slide
them stairz
thar
mine eyne
shock'd
"edvard
up boy"
here
hern strip
did
thus mine
uhp uhp
yuhp
each mine
tread
bulge'n eyne felt
climb'did
uhp
*yuh can't make this vision up
it 'tweren't mine ,)
Oh, come inside this head,
And see the buzzing brain,
Observe the urgent tread,
The product of much pain.
Inside this head you'll see
The Leader of the parts-
And, the seat of irony,
For it hasn't any smarts.
This brain controls the body,
At breakneck speed it does.
That's why it's rather spotty-
It's rash, well, just because.
Listen to its barking,
"The program to the fore!"
The time it's always marking,
"Rest not, for there is more!"
"Come on, you guys!
Enough's not enough!
You've rested eyes,
Now do your stuff!"
"And you, old heart,
We need more blood!
Oh, stomach part-
Digest this crud!"
"Move you arm!
There's more to do.
What's the harm
In being through?"
"And come on, leg,
Respond to the head.
I've ignored your beg
That you're half-dead!"
"Oh, speak dear tongue,
And move, Oh lips,
Give wind left lung,
Be still thou hips!"
"This I say
On behalf of all,
Doing more is the way
To fulfill the Call."
But the eyes became dull,
And the heart began to fail,
The spirit was almost null,
The head grew very pale.
Panic gripped the brain,
"New program to the fore!
Rest is in the main,
Before we are no more!"
But the program really seized,
And the fever really rose,
The nose really sneezed,
And the body really froze.
Now me, I'm just a toe,
But I'd really like to know:
Is there anything to show
For the pain we've had to sow?
More and more and more
Can never be enough,
For more will rob us poor
And leave us feeling rough.
Now if Christ be our Head,
Will He work us 'til we're dead,
While serving, just a dread,
Or give us rest instead?
The moral of the story
Is simple if you see:
Christ must get the glory,
Through grace comes victory!
I feel it though it is not there
it itches
Infection to the bone
to save the foot
Amputate the right big toe
No prosthetic needed
I can walk just fine
the other four toes still keep me balanced
Diabetes got another digit
Years ago the left pinky toe was lost
Now I am eight toes
I felt no pain, feet are numb
I accepted it too easily
as if I knew it was bound to happen
At times I feel as though I am moving it
my phantom big right toe
At times I feel it throbbing
my phantom big right toe
Scratch the big left toe
and it will trick the mind
and ease the itching of the phantom big right toe
a doctor advised
It worked
go figure...
He calls me baby
and you would think
he gave me pearls or something
I am so sweet on him
that slice bread is good with his toe jam
Yes I am wearing rose colored glasses
for he sweet to me like molasses
When I am in the store
Want to buy sexy stuff
You know the kind that will make him break his neck
Looking at what he bout to get
Wrong yes he can do wrong
But then the radio plays our song
And I’m melted like butter on grits by his kiss
I call him sweetie cause he easy and be cheesy
When I look him in his eyes intense like
Imma ride this wave till it is time to face new music.
But for now they playing our song.
Yelling their displeasure, my toenails kept me awake
Angry at how I was not trimming them
We are ragged and thick! We are jagged, not ripped!
They chastised me to hell and back. Have they quite flipped?
I promised I would do better if they would let me sleep.
They called me names like idiot, moron, and big creep.
I got up and trimmed them so low, they were now crying.
Walking on them felt excruciating, I was now dying.
I guess that by trying to teach them a lesson, I learned one instead.
Sometimes I am impulsive, do not use my head.
The next time they wake me up, here is the deal.
I am going to grind them all off with a power saw wheel.