**"Set Back to the Get Back"**
Some people agree, while others disagree; it’s hard to please everyone I see. Do you disagree? Some want me to feel their pain, demanding sympathy without offering any in return. How can they prevail? It’s hard to believe I was once just like them. It’s called “The Set Back to Get Back,” right where they need to be. There won’t be any love lost for a lost cause—wimpy, lazy kids; grown men acting like lazy boys just to bounce back off the springboard.
Those unhappy ones cry like a dreary, rainy night in London. Luck rounds out just like time on wristwatches. Now, who is watching whom? Big Brother, you said you would paint the path, but I guess you left the brush behind. I’m painting a different scenery, voicing my own opinion just to get away. It’s hard to stand by the image that set me back; it’s just too hard to get back.
“The Great Things I See, the Great Things I Don’t Want to Be.”
—JCMT
Categories:
wristwatches, goodbye, sound,
Form: Verse
The mad streets roam alone,
the mice people scuttle, just scuttle
lest they be found separately.
Bedlam slips its moorings,
boats are rocked.
Across America the inmates strut
out of the holes in their heads
pick a victim, kick down the heedless,
and the police watch their wristwatches
waiting for the shift to begin,
but none show up,
only the pavement patients,
and the sick souls who need help
to die.
Categories:
wristwatches, poetry,
Form: Free verse
rural ceremonial
open casket
his face was covered in a silk cloth
I removed it he looked grumpy
this was not the outcome he had wanted
I replaced the cloth
sat down thinking if it moved
it meant he was breathing a ghastly mistake
I concentrated hard, but I´m not Jesus
can not decide between life and death
my faith was not strong enough.
I looked at the mourners; they had the expressions
of deep sorrow
although some looked at their wristwatches
they had other things to do like taken the cows
in for milking at five o´clock.
Cattle wait for no one
the padre came he had gravy spots on his white robe
I thought here is a man in need of a housekeeper.
The padre nearsighted blessed everyone
we watched as the casket was lowered into the ground
an ocean of flowers
why was I here I didn´t know was asked to go
to make up the crowd of mourners.
I shook hands with many and murmured words
of comfort in times like this words are not needed.
Profoundly dismayed I drove home
wondering what life was for,
the dog was waiting it was hungry, and no walks today
a program on TV I want to see.
Categories:
wristwatches, appreciation, celebration, giggle,
Form: Blank verse