The background is loud and crowded with plots;
blended conversations, a threat to my thoughts.
Clusters of shapes invade my blank space,
shifting without an object to chase.
You float like a figure, just passing through,
with the lighting too sheen to hold on to you.
When the background is different, you have changed
like an undone puzzle, rearranged.
Do you remember me, who sat at your table?
One leg was wobbly, grape juice unstable.
The roll edges were crisp but hollowish inside
like an unreceived hug, uneven beside.
You spoke about me, but never to me
as if autistics weren't part of humanity.
My mouth was mute, but yet my mind spoke.
I pondered your uneven sleeves like an obscure joke.
Is this still you, in a blue tee, without your mom?
My hands are waxy like Grandma's lip balm.
Speaking is arduous; how does one say, "Hi?"
What if it's not you in the background of my eye?
10-16-2024
Categories:
unreceived, confusion, humanity, mental health,
Form: Rhyme
Early one morn the sun did sink
in the west as the moon arose
And Farmer Jones inspected his rose
of purple corn, which began to dance
Shedding sheaves, donning pants...
While in the barn, the cow was neighing
at Ed the horse, professorially saying
That Oscar the penguin had quacked his last quack
unless the Porcupine's magic needles bring him back...
Back in the house, Mrs. Jones was a-me-owing
at her pet bird Elvis, who was busy massaging
The tummy of the chipmunk, Rufus, a big of a doofus
while her rattlesnake, "Nixon," was clearly a-fixin'
To tickle Farmer Smith's duckbill platypus
though that really shouldn't matter to us...
A miracle happens every single minute ---
the sun comes up, the moon goes down,
The world turns round --- But they remain unreceived
~ unless there's something unusual in them perceived
Categories:
unreceived, miracle, nature, universe,
Form: Rhyme
Unreceived Parcel
I have sent your parcel Please be patient
Your curtain hooks have been sent
It's on its way
Yes sir, I have sent it
I will make a special deliver
Through the dark forces of night
In horse and cart
Await me at 2 am tonight
Leave the window slightly ajar
I will ring three chimes on my arrival
With your special delivery
Slide open the window
Look down You will see me standing there with your parcel
Slowly on your toes
Push forward and slide out the window
Reach for me
Then you will have your parcel
I will have delivered the goods
Your wife will have curtain hooks to hang the curtains
Then your curtains will be closed forever
I will place roses on your grave
Sending you a graceful goodbye
Delivering, your unreceived goods
Categories:
unreceived, evil, funeral, gothic, grave,
Form: Limerick
You've cost me more than money,
You've cost me dignity and pride.
The wish that I had not let go,
Of all I held inside.
All the pain that comes with love,
And all the hate that follows.
All the time I can only hope,
That yesterday is tomorrow.
So I can stop, and save my life,
From the treachery you bequeathed.
From all the broken promises,
And heartache I received.
For all the time that time stood still,
For all the time it didn't.
For wearing my heart upon my sleeve,
When I should have kept it hidden.
For tears crawl pedantically,
Down my mourning face.
But thoughts still fly round frantically,
Bringing with them bitter taste.
For it may be dead inside you,
But inside me burns a flame.
The winds of time will not blow out,
And anger will not tame.
Categories:
unreceived, angst, music, sad, me,
Form: Rhyme