The street where I live
is where rich people
have holiday haunts,
or investors have airbnb houses to rent.
The little old lovelies are
tarted up with a lick of paint
stuffed full of
period matching furniture
and nick-knacks,
to charm the socks off
the visitors flocking to
the seaside for short stays.
Mid-week outta the holiday season
my little old street is a ghost town.
Only 5 of 34 houses with lights on
at night.
On the week-end its party time,
with parked cars choking the roads.
The kind vacationers tell me
when there's a party on
across the road,
and ask if I mind the noise.
Fortunately, though unfortunately,
I'm deaf in one ear,
and so with curtains drawn
and good-ear down,
it's sweet dreams
and memories
for long-stayer,
party-animal
on the outta,
little old me.
when you dive into the sea you're an alien
atmosphere you cannot stay within
the waters surface their o zone layer
a suit to breathe limited time stayer
you cannot adapt and set up settlement
just observe and take in the experience
convoy as a pack and soak up elements
all the while just a full visual sense
to sea creatures you arrive otherworldly
on giant ships they can't comprehend
artificial materials not of the sea
appearing and disappearing no end
maybe smaller fish of trout and cod
consider us creatures of God's
but sharks and whales we're not,
present, absent and then forgot
for we can visit but they can't leave
we pollute the place they breed
or make clean so they can be
fish them up toward heaven believed
appear powerful and able to control
when really nature holds the cards
understanding with knowledge whole
could believe us Gods, when really retards
I am many things.
Am
I
the
everything
that i wish to be?
everything
I am,
Is
that
what you see?
the stayer awake
of thirty six hours,
carrier of new borns,
arranger
of
flowers.
And
I
have
super
powers.
I am the fixer of broken,
mender
of
parts.
I
fix
all
the
broken hearts.
I fix all the cuts,
the scrapes,
( The thirty times an hour I attach the capes )
I am the name cried out in the night,
I am the hold that holds you tight.
you are the reason,
my stopper of smoking,
the bright eyes and oxygen,
my
no
longer
choking.
am I all that i could be?
am i the world,
is that what you see?
I
am
everything
you
are
to
me.
Golden sincere guitar player
Serious musical slayer
True love lightening bolt stayer
Strong diligent brave man
Kiss bare neck hit a new layer
I love more than I plan.
For Rime Coulee Contest
Autumn Ehrhardt