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Speculation

Close together, we chat.
Relatives, cousins - our mothers: the twins.

In the wind, ghosts;
we speculate.

We wonder while we
chitchat and munch.

Distant memories
of practical jokes, tokes;
days before she ran away;
& not questioning her
upon her return.

Sitting on my lavender bedspread;
laughing, listening; forlorn-ing.

Her i.d. tags, army surplus look,
blonde hair; my long locks, dark brunette.

In the Summer week,
we speculate on ghosts;
something we know nothing about.

We stood, took turns
standing over his coffin -
her brother joked
to relieve the tense.

All together, our gang;
our mother’s brother was twenty-five…

My cousin was fifty-two;
in the wind, ghosts,
I’ve surpassed

speculation, leans differently today,
knowing one day,
this world will fade,
as another comes into view.

Close together, we’ll chat,
as relatives speculate.

Witzelsucht

Love my folks, moreso love my tokes.
Although I ought to stop my jokes.

A Creative Outlet

Pencil strokes and midnight tokes
My mind is in a daze and my heart is broke
Pages penned in the wee hours of the morning
Getting lost in art is a form of mourning

My brain shuts off and everything is quiet
Without an outlet these emotions riot
It may not look like much in the moment
But these memories are mine and I own it

Processing comes in many forms
And through the process a passion was born
The desire to create relatable pieces
To pave the way to peace and realization

Words wander onto paper
as the pen sits between my fingers
My mind creates when it feels destroyed
It soothes my senses when i feel annoyed

The art of creation manifests different vibrations
A way to relate to others and share my aspirations
Through pages of poetry and works of art
I’ve worked through some of the hardest emotions and mended my heart

Sometimes More Is Less

Sometimes more is less – 
like, overworking a painting,
blurring the eye-feast with an
excess of dabs and strokes, a 
mix reminding me of too deeply 
breathed tokes; or a poem, with 
a vomit of words – nixing participation
for the reader, the mental pecks
he came for, like a bird at a 
mystical feeder, that odd-ball
supplier, limping away on one
good leg, a strange god in
unnatural, featherless attire, yet 
a bird in heart, but not quite the
airborne flier~he dreams...

I pause, at the lit-edge of clouds...
content to linger, and simply
wonder of the beaming linings,
careful not to invade; I stop, 
at the visual, velveteen texture
of roses, keeping my distance, 
inhaling the intoxicating wafts
while restraining my hand of
usual dissection – like the surging
of your love, freely given~allowing
me my private melt, as I, you, an
intimate journey into uncharted
bliss....

Wake and Bake

I sprinkled dry yeast in warm water
And watched it bubble up,
Then cracked open a fresh laid egg
On the edge of a measuring cup.

I dumped in a helping of all-purpose flour,
A little oil, a pinch of salt.
Then I stiffened it up in a mixing bowl
Like a mugger committing assault.

I rolled it all out on a cutting board
Well-dusted with whole grain unbleached.
My hands went to work massaging the mass
As appropriate texture was reached.

I then let it sit till it doubled in size,
Set the oven to furnace degrees.
Then I fashioned a riddle and baked it inside,
Left the kitten to do as she please.

Twenty minutes later…

I opened the oven with fireproof mitts,
And fetched out my fresh staff of life.
I brushed it with butter, then set it aside,
Left to cool, while I sharpened my knife.

Ten minutes later…

The time finally came,
I was hot on my game,
And I cut me a taste-tempting slice.
But it was only half-baked, 
Insufficiently toasted.
It had to go back in the oven.
I surveyed the scene, 
Took a couple more tokes, 
And baked up a morning worth lovin’.

Utopian Smoke

Utopian Smoke
David J Walker

tie-died Salesmen in ponytails
offered  peace in an
Aquarian timeshare
for annual fees and considerations 
keys of dried green grass line 
Golden streets with Brass Bongs
And the utopians smoke 
in long tokes exhaling 
foreign views of a world
from the peaks of unnamed 
Mountains
where Everyone is equal 
Because everyone is No one
who drink from the same fountain
Addressing the various alias 
Sir names on forged birth certificates
quoting Dylan as the
Odd god of mangled and 
Meaningless phrases 

The tie-died Salesmen in ponytails
Have taken apartments 
On Wall Street

Long Lasting Visible Smoothness- Wbm

A girl from Tennessee admits,
her friend and her are on the fritz-
          One blonde, one brunette,
          their names? I forget!
I saw them walk with hairy pits!

Long hair of waves down to their knees,
loves Mary Jane and tokes with ease-
          Is this all the rave?
          Forgetting to shave…
"USE NAIR UNDER THERE PRETTY PLEASE!"


Syllable count: 8-8-5-5-8 (x2)
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What's Bugging Me Contest
July 31, 2019
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

International Students In the Land of Opportunity

one's from japan  
  one's from ukraine
one is from turkey
  two are from spain

one speaks portuguese 
  another korean
two speak mongolian
  though none speak armenian  

one likes thick coffee
  another aromatic tea
one tokes up on a hookah
  one fancies me    

one's here on a visa 
  a second's an asylee
three are new immigrants
  for them nothing's free

one was a surgeon
  one a head nurse
a third was a physicist
  here they'll do worse

one's here alone
  two got divorced
three are now roomates
  to split the rent, perforce

one gets splitting headaches
  another the chills
a third is congested
  so many are ill

one is quite homesick
  one could care less
another's family disowned her
  her life's a big mess

all are my students
  so eager to learn
to improve their 'poor English'
  ~ there's money to earn
  


Note:  The students all think, to a man/woman, that their English is "poor." It's not. International students are 'driven,' and in more than a few cases their English borders on excellent...At worst, it's functional...

A Broken Bond

Such a dull evening
With it's cool breezy wind
Prompting us to chuckle 
As we sat in a semi circle
Opening a flow of styles 
Of ancient oriental culture
Spurring to life 
A reel of retrospective tokes 
flowing from a maternal bosom  
with each descending strides
bringing sparkles to maa’s eyes
with each stylish strides 
she flaunts the age long slits
from side to side
sparking life with each stride
to the beaming guests
amidst the cheers 
emerged a glowing rage
that even a calming smile
from maa
could not quell
the fiery storm 
working his boisterous wind
over bonds 
even over locking band
but winding through
a maternal call
sending shocking waves
amidst the merging circle
encircling the flirting slits 
with its storming wind

Anxious

No sugar in this place,
seas of wine run dry.

Only cloudless life without smoke,
so many doors without keys.

Chokes without tokes,
as days pass by.

Yet here I am,
I remain unchanged.
Stronger than your average life.

Ready to move out from the sorrow,
to the edge of everyday strife.

To the realities of more than enough,
because plenty just won’t do this time.

I need such a higher decree to satisfy,
these dreams I keep in my mind.

Gifts from a benevolent being,
to the heart that I have deep inside.

I must succeed,
I must succeed.

Because I can’t count on anyone else.

So I’ll pray for the day,
that love defeats hate,
and my health can harbor my pride.

Dollar Sign of the Times

I aint got no money and I'm goin' down fast

My heads in the toilet and my life's in the trash

I wish I had a penny for every bad thought

I wish I could steal without gettin' caught

 

Wanna be able to buy my own smokes

I'm tired of "shorts" and two hit tokes

Don't wanna be a rich man don't wanna be a star

Don't need my own plane just wanna have a car

 

 

The beat goes on but the beat don't pay

I'm cryin' all night I'm tryin' all day

I dream and I wish I kneel and I pray

I know I gotta reason

Just gotta find a way

Busted By Mom

I'm hiding, I'm hiding I know that i'm in trouble. My mom said be home at 8:00 I'm late now i better get home on the double. My mom should know that i am only a kid. She'd really freak out if she knew half the stuff i did. 

Like having my friends crawl through the windows at night, sneaking in beer and smokes, getting drunk, acting stupid having a few tokes.

The Stage Plan

Roaming in the ropes,

lubing like the tokes,

aging like the folks-

we will to get hard before blasting into the remote!


New ground that you tweet about,

...about a stout boy, 
level headed,
awaits his crown,

disastrously loud-

prays of nights that go by days when there are no clouds,
or an enlightened language moving along by a count.

I'Ll Drink To That

Bourbon; whisky- on the rocks,
Chased by draughts of Coke
Or was it lines sniffed from the clock-
Forgotten after several tokes?

Join the Clan of Ativan,
(Betrothed to one Ms. Lora Tab)
In vodka pools, serenely swam-
By many needles, duly stabbed

My Ecstasy for LSD,
In quiet dens of Opium
Magic Mushrooms picked for me-
And a sip of amber rum...

Diary of a Teenage Girl

Dear Diary 
Today didn't work out the way that I'd planned
coz my phone and my Nike's got covered in sand
In fact this whole week has been slow as a fart
But I've broken my record of breaking boys hearts
I can't WAIT for Friday, I'll blag Dad for cash
For a bottle of cider and small bag of hash
Then off to the park for a drink and a smoke
And hope I don't whitey after just a few tokes
I'm praying he'll be there, I'm up for a flirt
Don't care if I freeze, still wearing a skirt
Well, under my coat so my Mum doesn't see
I'll be grounded for life and she'll take my T.V  :(

Then Saturday morning we're off to see Gran
Who smells like old cabbage and cat food and bran
She hates me in Hoodies, "I wear them",she's told
"not coz I will stab you, but because I'm COLD!"
Then when we get home, put the X Factor on
kiss pictures of you while repeating our song
I stalked you on Facebook, you'd 'poked' me again
drew lovehearts and kisses surrounding your name
I'm dreading school Monday, I might fake a fever
Then stay in my bed Googling Justin Beiber 

xoxoxoxox


13th July 2011

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