Raw,
a nubby grey knuckle-boned day,
when the wind blows through my skin
pulling at the cord
which holds my insides in,
oh infernal internal wall
keeping without without
and within within,
off key Wednesday
crashing chords that I have swallowed
not a passing thought for the blue tunes of tomorrow,
or the music I have made thus far in life
and the ones that I have begged or borrowed
as always I’ll wait for it to pass
fill the gallow glass
to fetch me a drink while I think
but no-one is near
my fault, not because I fear them
I hear them in the hall
scratching
but I don’t let them in
it would give them a chance to win
I need them on my page
to take away the blank
fill it with ink
because being empty stinks
I don’t want the void
empty yarn from a ragged yawning hole
so I’ll sleep,
hope to feel when I wake
no idea how much more time it is going to take
will it break me or make me
perhaps I will try the fake me
the one with the smile
the one I revile
but there it is
sat on my face
smug and satisfied,
all while I’m melting away
a Dali soft watch
on this raw knuckled day
Categories:
nubby, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Mr. Racist, Mr. Racist,
fills with hate the empty spaces.
Mr. Racist, Mr. Racist,
of decency he'll leave no traces.
Mr. Fugly, Tubby Racist,
don't know how to tie his laces.
Buggy Nubby, stupid racist,
don't know how to be courageous.
Categories:
nubby, discrimination, evil, hate, parody,
Form: Burlesque
A simple piece of cloth
Square, rectangular, oblong
Soft blue, pink, green
Woven, nubby or smooth
It matters not
Cloth
Swaddling my infant babe
Cloth
In tatters
Bearing injuries honorably
Chewed, dragged, hugged
Kitty, bear or tiger
Cloth comes alive
In my toddler’s arms
Cloth
Stretched over table or chair
Tent, house or fire station
My busy lad
Creates an island of safety
So proud am I and is he
Cloth
At preschool
Comforting
Cuddled briefly
Stuffed quickly
Into a backpack
Forgotten in busy play
Cloth
Lying inert
Discarded
In an attic chest
Squatting
On the ground
My teen barely notices
Its displacement
His mind alive
New ideas
New destinations
New loves
Cloth over his marriage bed
Immaculately placed
Or rumpled, tossed, lost
Covering two
Sometimes three
Or more
Bills litter the surface by day
Crumbs hide within by night
A polka-dotted pattern
Tears of joy and sorrow
Aged now
Letting go
Of all
But this one piece of cloth
Grateful for its presence
Wrapping, wrapping
Boundaries fading
Cloth as a shroud
Returning his body
To its source
A blanket is never just a blanket....
Categories:
nubby, age, destiny, growing up,
Form: Free verse
Im sorry girl but I know I ****ed up,
I know I can at times get so drunked up,
But truth is girl we got to go our own way and suck it up,
I love you still in my heart but we must part because its finished girl from the very start.
Love aint easy and that *****can get too hard but we must play a new hand dealt cards
You deserve better than me Melinda because I might just drag us both down to the dirt ground left in the dark with silence no sound from both mine to your town........Im sorry Melinda Rose
but love dies when it ceases to no longer grow
you see me less and less until the forever show
My love for someone different now is a choice I choose
I will miss your sweet red hair all the way to your nubby little toes
but remember Melinda Rose
our love can only die when it CEASES TO GROW .........
Categories:
nubby, lost love, love, passion,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
I kneel in my bedroom
A nubby knit blanket softens the wood under my knees ankles toes
I take the thin black cap of dark red polish—
The color my mom said no to when I was young
The dark of a girl’s shadow on a wall, a lamp draped in scarlet silk
I bend forward and make careful strokes
The Shangri-Las “Paradise” comes on shuffle
I become conscious of the world’s spin—
The shifting of the people money feelings wind time and endless wastelands, tumble
My head sways, I know the moment
I let a red drop slide down my thigh
I am happy to be held in my body—
Surrounded by the madness of being alive.
Categories:
nubby, life, dark, dark, red,
Form: Free verse