The doctor told us,
“He doesn’t have long left to live”.
He could say that again,
I already know,
So his voice to me is nothing but howling winds.
Blowing angrily,
Trying to devour my hopeful,
‘Maybe-pointlessly-so’ grin.
But really these are times we thought we’d grieve.
Sitting at the foot of his bed,
Just staring like this feeling isn’t really grim.
Everyone’s smiling,
But we came here thinking he’s probably dead,
Everyone’s lying,
Saying we always believed in him.
These tears were hiding,
Couldn’t believe it when we saw,
Just him in the hospital bed,
With a smile.
A pointless,
Hopeful,
Grin.
I've been fed a prune of life,
Spooned it silver, everlasting.
I spat it out to seek a knife,
To chop and cease it of forecasting.
The birth is reason as much itself:
Not 'yond the self conceived.
Wrote for book on busy shelf,
Whose tales unread aren't grieved.
My late mother got it from a thrift shop 40 years ago -
a fine China teacup and saucer,
it might be worth something,
you never know with fine China teacups.
It could be an antique or just some cheap copy
of an actual fine China teacup.
There's only one cup and saucer
so, what the heck.
I've no idea why it either follows me
on my travels or waits until I settle somewhere
only to reappear -
a cogent yet trivial observation
about my late mother's tendency to prowl.
Amazingly, it's not been broken or cracked yet.
If I were the sort of person
who drank tea from a fine China teacup,
there would be a lot more to these musings,
but seeing as I'm not broken or cracked yet,
there ain't.
pointless
here…there…everywhere
for the birds
the short straw
of the scarecrow
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Why did you bother
You don’t need me
You don’t feed me
And we’re not having fun
Why did you bother to come?
You don’t hate me
You won’t date me
But I’m under your thumb
Why did you bother to come?
Did you think it was a holiday
Where you could play
All your little games on me
Did you think my world is grey
And you can stay
as long as everything
Is free
You ain’t dying
You ain’t trying
And I think that I’ve won
Why did you bother to come?
It’s a crime
To waste my time
So I think that’s it hun
Why did you bother to come?
You’re not caring
You’re not sharing
Buying coffee for one
Why did you bother to come?
aint our anniversary on the 29th.
you best get me something this year.
!
fat tuesday and Valintines Day.
Three gift's mista!
I need sumthang to brag to them
unmarried broads about
so they can envy me!
The two pretty gals think they cute
but when I get to the office with these words
them pretty thangs
will frown and envy me!
just like I envy them
when they talk about
the adventures of
Brave tricks. They the worst,
and them pretty boys be after them
wild azz chix's. This world
is on it's head.
Guess it's alway been that way!
Don't buy me no tuba this year
get something senual.
I feel like Loving.
Make them punks who rejected me
curse you out!
Why should I keep going?
Why should I work so hard for pain and suffering?
What is there to gain?
Wisdom? Completion?
That's not going to help, not any more
Not when there is no longer anyone to share it with
Not when I’m all alone in a world overflowing with mindless life
So tell me why I have to stay in a world that had nothing left to find
Nothing left to discover or share
No words heard when I try to help make this place better
Now tell me why I am needed in such an un-wanting place?
Because if you don't I will leave and never come back
It seems to be in my domain
To be scared on everything
Like pain
Frisbees
People with frizzy hair
That seem not to care
Made up words
Like zurd
jurd
And vurd
Or common names
Like sophia
Sophie
Sean
Or unique names like
Gurlda
Or hilered
Or weter
Or people that are super slender
Or people of the opposite gender
Or the centers that say we need chicken tenders
And fractures
Or really big words
Like Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Or Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
Or Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
And hidden chickens in the kitchen
And people who write poetry
Oh wait
Thats me
Why Did You Bother to Come?
You don’t need me
You don’t feed me
And we’re not having fun
Why did you bother to come?
You’re not sharing
You’re not caring
And buy coffee for one
Why did you bother to come?
Did you think it was a holiday
Where you could play
All your little games with me?
Did you think my world so grey
And you will stay as long as everything
Is free?
I’m just coping
I’m still hoping
Your work here is done
Why did you bother to come?
You’re at my table
You watch my cable
It’s my friendship you shun
Why did you bother to come?
Why did you bother to come?
Why did you bother to come?
David Cox 12/09/23
Fair warning to you
My fellow brethren
As justified as your cause
May well indeed be
If you wish to take
The powers that be on
And state your case
Not only do they have and come
As standard uniform and issue
With a gun and bullets in tow
They also have
Something far more powerful as well
And that comes in the form of a Badge
And if you somehow manage to
Avoid that as well
You will have your day in court
That what which you set out to achieve
They will also then name
The time and place
Court and judge of their own choosing
And after that a jail and cell
To keep you quiet and teach you a lesson
And your likes suppressed as well
Because no one takes on the man and ever wins
No matter and despite how justified your cause
Because the deck is stacked firmly in their favor
And they hold all the cards
And they will simply dismiss you
And treat you as a
Joker
Trying to compete with the
Bad and Ugly
When you are quite clearly outgunned
In every conceivable possible way
Is tantamount to you
Bringing a toothpick
To a gunfight
Life
Is pointless..
A point would
Stake out a
World of separation..
Which would
Display the drama
Appearing in
The life
As is known..
Which is
Beautifully
Frighteningly
Wow..!!
with bullseye moving
and my arrow quivering
could this be pointless?
2/21/2023
Sponsor: Brian Strand
as i wait for you
the clouds roll in
the clouds roll out
and time seems utterly meaningless
AP: 2nd place 2022
A blowfly, corralled within the glazed
enclosure of our kitchen, beats itself
against the glass, its dim brain
promising freedom each time it rams
headlong into the fatal deception
of its compound eyes.
It doesn’t learn but keeps up
the pointless banging as if persistence
will somehow make glass yield.
In the end whatever circuitry
that powers its being is battered
to a pulp and disconnects from life.
Expelled in a dying spasm,
stillborn progeny fleck
the window sill
in agonies of white.
Nothing but horses on a merry go round,
painted faces, costumes and lies based on facts.
We’re all wearing masks
that disguise us from ourselves more than others,
making it so hard for anyone to really know at all
what they want or need until they lose it.
There is no typical or expected or proper or appropriate;
only expectations of propriety
and viability of options
and hiding tears behind smiles
and running up hills and down aisles.
It’s padded chairs and seat belts
and artificial light
and plans never completed-
Love never returned,
and electric blankets and solitary music
and pictures of angels
and books about lovers.
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