It's the residue from the gunshot that you aimed right for my heart. See it ricocheted, backfired, meaning another false start…
A reissue of rhetoric accost the poet's you adore, so if acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more?...
Do you remember that time we rode across your kitchen floor, clinging to a chloroformed kleptomanic repose, yet never in danger of being fully exposed, so we dined all night on a third and fourth course....just another case of the tail wagging the horse!...
When I held you in my arms I always felt you needed more...
See, we were allinged by chance, prepackaged romance, rinse repetitive repeat, another day, another week, who the f**k is winning in this game of hide and reep?...
I'll sow the seeds and water your fledgling soul, never once asking a suture for my own sterile self control…An awareness of sorts that our haves creates holes…
Acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more, still when I held you in my arms, I could never see past my own sores…
Categories:
reissue, break up, change, deep,
Form: Free verse
Santa sacked Rudolph and all of his herd
In his new jet pack he flew like a bird
His suit got ignited
And he’s just been sighted
Roasted and naked... then, guess what occurred
He crash landed, coming down hard
His beard and his dangly bits charred
Giving children a gift
Gave his spirits a lift
But after all this he’ll be barred
A passerby gave him a sock
He wore it to save us from shock
But a fluffy manhood
As a look, wasn’t good
So somebody gave him a frock
The next day he called Rudolph early
The reindeer came back but were surly
Still wearing that dress
He failed to impress
And that’s why they now call him Shirley
Categories:
reissue, christmas,
Form: Limerick