Short Drywall Poems

drag each day
across the drywall
smear each emotion
into the sky.
Scratch, scratch, 
Tear, tear,
pull it all apart
end your sickly happy dreams
with blackened smell to start...

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Sappy hired a mouse to be the taste tester for her restaurant
no one said anything for a day or two, but we were not happy.
He eats drywall, dust, fabric, even insulation, said the elephant.
Hiring a mouse to be our taste tester was wrong of Sappy....

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I see a rotting occlude on the drywall in my attic at the peak of the ceiling beyond the walls veil for outside of it I came as a worm in a large world at the very core of a rotting apple only being who I am to be cast out as an abomination hoped to be dead but I want to heal everything escape this dreadful red....

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In Utah, it gets downright chilly
So people are prone to act silly
The Mormons will faint
If you ain't a Saint
They don't have what God gave to Tilli? *

*Tilli Buchanan was arrested and charged
with child abuse for removing her T-shirt inside
her own home whilst helping her husband shift
drywall.  ...

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He's a blue collared artist supreme
with a medium of drywall and wet concrete.
He was laid off when build back better lost its gloss.
He occasionally does side jobs... tax free.
The beard is unkempt, he flashes a tattooed head.
He's donning a third trimester belly he calls Johnny walker red 
It's going to be some time until his next masterpiece....

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I am a wall
Solid shortened horizontaly long vertically tall
I am sustained three more of me forms a cube,
A room a place of structure made of two by fours and painted drywall
I am a space you can occupy 
I can walk through look at place pictures on 
I am a wall







10/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Mask poem verse...

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Who Cares
There was green Playdough in the rug
Big deal, who cares?
My drywall now had a work of art
Created  by an imaginative four-year-old with a black magic marker.
Even way back then I realized something.
One day when all my children are in college
That rug can be replaced.
But the art work on the wall shall live there forever
Because I knew it would forever make me happy.
I was not wrong....

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I've found that 
happiness 
and despair 
are close siblings 
who tussle and feud 
over playthings 
like me 
you 
and that poor chap 
who offed himself 
down the hall. 
  
I'm staring at 
the same cracked 
grout-grey drywall, 
musing on his fate. 
Maybe he's 
enjoying the void. 
  
Perhaps he's stretched 
out on a pitch white 
beach of infinity, 
catching some rays 
from the imploded 
neon-black sun, 
hurtling a few 
inches farther away 
each year....

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Trees scream:
night birds cry.
Power lines hum
like locusts.
In my sleeplessness
I float on still air.
My skin is stucco.
The heart lies dormant.
From this window
roof tops stand 
in hazy moonlight.
They metastasize
and I grow smaller.
My hair is shake,
my fingernails, tile.
The outside calls.
Leaves, be my ears.
Return me 
from my structure.
But I am mute;
I no longer speak
that language.
I converse
in drywall
and plaster,
have learned 
to function
on the moon....

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