Short Run Of The Mill Poems
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From
my
kismet
this time, I
will ask boldly, a
different kind of life to live...
Full of adventures, romance of beguiling nature;
but not again, a mundane, normal, humdrum and a run-of-the-mill life anymore.
I met a deer
I met a deer a big brown deer.
We met in the dark.
Not as friends just a run of the mill meeting.
I had to stop but it was too late
The meeting was over and the deer was dead.
I guess a car at 65 would not make a good friend of a deer.
So stay out of my way. I like deer meat.
UNIFORMITY
a
romantic
wondering
in enchanted
impressions
such
remote sounding such
breath
an unmissable
sight
resisting
translation
this
curious feeling
absorbed
painstakingly
in
matching
run of the mill
fictions
with
a
startling
alternate
as
singular
abstracts
of
stillness
in a setting
of the ordinary
all the other kids
had the standard monster fare...
lurking in the closet,
hiding under the bed...
my luck, I got a monster
with ADLD...
yeah..attention deficit learning disorder
da_m dumb monster
hidin' in my desk drawer!!
don't he see it's got a lock
he'll never get to me
tonight I'll pray again
I get a regular monster
even run of the mill...
this dummy...
he's over the hill!
Want someone who’s good?
Can help your company make sale?
I could sell milk to a cow,
and for free I’d chuck in the pail.
I can make a pigeon buy scraps,
a snake part money for venom;
I am the silver-tongued cheque with a grin
who persuaded jeans to shop for denim.
So, you need some success?
Change that red line to black?
A leopard would order spots from me,
I’m not a run of the mill old hack.
Trying to get back up that hill
But with little or no progress
The same old run of the mill
My emotioal state is a mess
But is their any such magic pill
Perhaps just thinking alot less
Again seems l am back at nill
In need of a complete recess
Have l come to a stand still
Well perhaps,maybe er yes
But at times a loss of will
You know what l diagress
Again excerts from poem a state of confusion
1997 written 2023
A mental mind freak,
Or just your every day,
Run of the mill nut bar,
If you prefer.
Eloquently presented,
But not really.
Unless bat crap crazy
Dressed up as a pretty girl,
Is your cup of tea.
Making friends with the blade too much,
Making enemies with food even more.
Puff puff,
And there’s a pretty little smoke ring
From one of many chain smoked cigarettes.
Crazy you say?
Nope, most certainly not.
I’m just a bloody field day
For every one of those Freud wannabes.