Tuesday lasses
we all have classes
get up and go
there’s no time to waste
join the flow
there’s no reason to wait
everyone’s hustling
coffee guzzling
bus shuttling
paper shuffling
syllabus assessing
apple-watch checking
there’s a fall-like feeling
making things more appealing
file off of the bus
and join the crush
trudging up science hill
thru the doors up the stairs
climbing in pairs,
in class, at last,
setup and relax.
I open my binder
and hand in the assignment
the guy beside me can’t find it.
and the TA moves on
the guy’s upset and I get it
he’s frantic and grim
I pretend I’m not watching him
as he ransacks his rucksack
too late, they’re taking roll
carelessness takes its toll
Aaron Rogers has lost his touch
which doesn't bother me too much
His team's record now is 3-4
with many more losses likely in store
League MVP two years running
this season for Rogers they've come gunning
No longer the toast of 'Packer-town'
Most plays find him flat on the ground
But he's 23-5 lifetime against my Chicago Bears
and it's even worse than that appears
'Cos in most Bear-Packer games his team trails late
when thanks to destiny or fate
Rogers mounts a furious comeback
as victory from my Bears he ransacks
So, please excuse me, I'll shed no tears
while I toast the end of Aaron Rogers' career
Sometimes I wake with a heartache
My relationship with life is like that of a wrist and a blade.
A strange twist of fate had me in this darkest place.
Tarnished by love and faith.
Can't make my way through the crowd without a weak knee.
Omg They're laughing at me,
omg they are talking about me.
Why is he looking at me?
Why the is she staring?
Now my heart commences racing.
My whole body begins shaking.
Sweats breaking.
The world is chasing
And I'm scampering
with wobbling legs...
Talking head...
Shortening breaths...
Blurred vision.
ing anxiety ransacks my confidence.
I can't move, I'm frozen at the stake.
I got a Knott inside of my chest,
I'm caged inside of my head.
Need a way to escape.
1peg.
2peg.
3peg...
I'm now on pegasus.
Flying over the crowd.
Like the magic bean my confidence sprouts
Now I'm confident enough to welcome their doubts,
And disgust on their faces, whispers and disgraceful gazes.
Now they can call me names, call me phrases.
But I call myself Mr Confident for the day...
Her love is like
wild honey that
seeps from a tree
sap so tender
It is generous at dawn
honey sweet sap
that runs through
her intimate garden
It is love that
comes like a candle flame
or like the morning sun
lighting up the sky
Her love comes at night
it is felonious
ransacks my heart
with the hand of a goddess
Her sweet love
consoles my soul
spills into my eyes
the deepest dreams
I would walk over coals
for the moon of her lips
and to find the blind wind
of her silky ebony body...
A debris engulfs this mind
when a chuckle, a pirouette, a dream
ransacks wired thoughts--
and for once, I am a shrill :
Though weight presses on hardened back,
images dig dig through shovels of the past
to unearth replays from a year ago--
This breath throbs knowing not
how this grill of questions might assuage
brief frolics , as I look at birds migrate,
for whatever it is…
two parts from my heart of spade
remain divided , asking --
dear time,must I linger on
or forget a sister's once childhood romp?
Night withers amiably
still, the raking in my head persists, unless …
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3.08.2019
A Scraping Of Shovels for john lawless
Always right with me, behind my back,
The enslaved don't have hope,
I go, I read, but it stuck with my skin, with me,
The shadow ransacks behind, a nervous contour.
Always to us days conceal a pressure,
There is no ease of space on rising,
The invisible soldier squeezes hoops,
The security guard constant in a campaign.
Without knowing a tightness of steel fetters,
We live, we slide, meeting on the road,
But shadows..., shadows in a trace thoughtfully look,
Without us they aren't present, without us they a trifle, - dust on soles,
That stuck on a threshold.
"Be rich, or die, trying to become," -
The line in number Ferrari is punched,
The shadow can do everything, doesn't dare to fly only..., -
To the earth on iron chain chained.
I've been jealous of Time,
sharing it with the foot steps of Days
feeding it to the appetite of Age,
Possessive of unbuyable beauty
that roams reckless within a creation fenceless,
senseless ownership, owning only the yawns of yesterdays,
jealous of glory as it ransacks the wrinkles of haughty heroism
hungering for more rumor in the religion of rhapsody,
following it throughout the carols & catacombs of hearts greedy,
feeling the charm of challenge to earn my woman's wishes,
jealous of commitment that sits silent in the center of attraction,
Jealousy is the General of my affection's arsenal,
a strategist that tells me love is worth a crusade,
taught me not to surrender to simple circumstance,
that my woman's warmth puts my skills on parade,
relentless progress is the ambition of Jealousy,
a must be aptitude, a must see attitude,
jealousy is that drum beat in my bravery,
war paints the face of my fears,
sharpens the claws of my soul,
a song that stammers not on success,
a lyrical miracle,
should not lose, could not lose, will not lose -
J.A.B.
Running ransacks on the quick stop
Blowing smoke stacks in the winter abyss
Collecting marvels like beads on a lace
Bartering love for timeless escape
Singing free as the forest comes aloud
And infinity bulges to the space of Now
Spine lifted divine just sitting and piercing clouds
Wandering and measuring searching for enchantment
Free like a child in Toy R US
Free like a Husky in the snow
Free to live and glow
the day of the Lord
silent thief ransacks the house
no one is aware
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