from my mother
informing me
that she is bored
out of her mind
I’ll be sure
to get back to her
on that one
but while she
was leaving the message
of dire importance
I was dancing about
to Angelica Lansbury
I was spinning about
with a silk scarf
from Prague
that you gave me
for Christmas
around the purple
yoga trapeze
of parachute silk
that hangs like a swing
from heaven
next to my zebra print
that I didn’t paint
and a snake tank
that makes dancing
more constricting
the scarf is a print
of ‘The Kiss’
by Gustav Klimpt
that you know I love
I wore it once
and relished
the cheap compliments
“Certain as the sun
rising in the east
tale as old as time
song as old as rhyme”
some classics get younger
as I get older
I’ll call you back
tomorrow
Hey,
It’s me,
I've been thinking a lot lately,
Do you ever wonder,
Why do we want to know when,
When we could just let go and forget,
Did you ever care,
Or do you even know what game you played,
But you shut me out,
Do I mean something to you,
Or was I just a stone to step on to cross the river,
So vast and beautiful,
You never saw me,
Did you?
Hey,
Me again,
Did you ever answer my message,
Probably not,
I'm sorry for what I said,
But really I'm just apologizing for you,
And what you did,
You don't realize what you did,
Do you,
Did you?
Hey,
This is the last time you’ll hear from me,
Just wanted to say,
Didn’t we ever wonder,
Why did that wonder turn to lust,
And why didn’t you care what you said,
Because when you say what you said,
It makes most people believe they are better off dead,
Did you think about what you said,
Did you?
Hey,
It’s me,
I don’t know why I never apologized,
But I’m sorry.
Hi it’s B?l?e?e?p? leave a message!
Hey it’s me Jeff
I know you’re at work.
I was bored doing nothing
But you popped up in my mind.
I don’t know what to say.
To start I’m glad that
We’re taking things slow
And starting off as friends.
I just need sometime
To get used to all of this.
Especially with my issues
Of pushing people away.
Sorry, my mind is just blank.
I’m just tryna find the right words
I don’t wanna say the wrong thing
Cause I’m not good with this stuff.
I really do want this to work for us.
I want to make new memories with you.
This time I want to be more vulnerable.
I want you in my life for real this time.
Anyways call or text me later.
Maybe we can get some takeout.
Got Your Voicemail
Inexhaustible frustration
wrapped around righteous anger
stuffed in a jar of aching
unrelenting pain
capped with a lid of
astonished disbelief.
Prayers launched.
Nothing is on hold.
the sun watched him come, the moon saw him stay.
confiding in the sky and the lives it held captive,
but weeping as the world slept;
afraid to wake to a world without her in it.
he pricked at the numbness -
prodding the eternity beyond the moonshine,
dialing and redialing a number out of reach
just to hear the echoes of her voicemail:
more tangible than memories
yet never close enough
to goodbye.
The love that I felt as she went down, down deep in my soul lying with her top side on the sheets for a low she sucked me dry mentally she the biggest leech that I know she saw that I was empty inside but got depression on mind that got me half stepping and misplacing my time she took her hand and she placed it on mine rolled over on top of a cold body that's mine and stared deep in them eyes built up tears that she wept became mine closed her eyes and opened up one more time we had nothing say cause it was her and herself all that sadness she felt a dead friend and a call which translated 9-1-1 a call for some help.... to be continued
Voicemail Heart Flickers
When the alert sounds,
the source of the mystery is revealed.
Heartbeat flickers,
mind smiles,
your voice distilled, calm and haunting,
as I am the lone soul on the planet and,
the only one who can detect soul’s peace?
In the flurry of the daily,
ups, downs and even outs. ,
Like, I heard your voice one last time
And all I wanted to do was cry a million times
It saddened me to know the end was prime
All those memories and dreams of us came to me like a tide
Our love had spread to distances wide
Our love had risen to heights might
The love was smoother than wine
The love loved in all even in crime
This ailing soul had no healing ride
This fading dream had no present aide
The coming future felt like a differing side
Unsure where this thing called love would slide
Life sure comes in surprising slices
Alerts
Spur to remind-
Hints rustle in the soul,
Echo gentle transcendental
Whispers.
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