Welcome to the Land of Upside-Down
Where sad faces smile and happy ones frown.
Place your coat on the floor and shoes on the rack,
Enter my home and don’t ever come back.
Stand up on the chair and sit on the table,
Only four legs, but it’s still unstable.
Problems arise from nothing at all
With a chance of answers being very small.
Everything is good when in fact it’s all wrong
And you hide it, pretending to be strong.
Your face tells the truth while your words deceive
Causing more pain than you’d like to believe.
Sitting on that table, your silence tells me everything
Knowing the truth makes your conveyance forever sting.
While you make sense in your confused state-of-mind
Your issues feed on my clarity and become intertwined.
So remain on that shaky table as I leave the room
This lively lying home is now your lowly loathing tomb.
As you knowingly forget your atrocious crimes
Remember in this land I see them a thousand times.
And I will remain here, snared by your Goddamned traps,
Even when the world passes on, here t’will never collapse.
Welcome to the Land of Upside-Down
Where hope lives in despair as wishful dreams drown.

10/6/2009
(c) MDC

imagine, as I do,
the clutch of tensed pale fingers
on stain-spotted porcelain

tendons stretch like telephone wires  
under perfect, loving skin.

her slop spills over loose lips,
drains itself through antique piping systems,
leaves her skull a musty cave,
slowly panting for revival flames.

                                    he stretches.

the fingertip connects to the handbone
connects to the wrist
connects to the arm/chest/neck/face
         each surveyed in turn, slowly,
         the irises staggering over cloth and hair.

   (his smile is a sunrise through fog,
   the song of angels into a bathroom wall,
   heartbreak from a distance.)

there was no night,
only daybreak over two bodies
locked in a mobius strip.
                     (one twist of mind, a sleight of fate)

and they lay disheveled.

                    quiet, the breeze
                     snakes through curtain
                    
                     exit stage left.

Find out why
(I wish) I could
Love his smile

Fun Friday ride
be up five hundy
by midnight

LAX - NYC - IAD
police pursuit
sweet deal, high five

some things never change
test driving the second story
when it rained

create, authentic,
strained
the day ended perfectly

awesome cake
a little bird told me
so blessed to have you, baby

You could lie and say
that youre not worth it
Break your soul
And all your hopes

You could deny and say
That you're not pretty
Break your soul
And all your smiles

You could delude yourself and say
That youre nothing special
Betray yourself
And all the world

You could lie and say
That youre just fine
And waste away
as they all believe

You could lie and smile
Then giggle and laugh
But they wont notice
That inside... youre dead

I loved the way she looked smoking her cigarettes
Her eyes would squint as she inhaled the toxins
She dragged on them for as long as possible
and her mouth would curl into a smile after she exhaled her perfected smoke rings
Her lipstick would leave a ring around the base
and her fingers trembled when she flicked the ash to the ground
And the way she stubbed out the lit end with the toe of her shoe
and the way she thought nothing of it when everyone else knew it was killing her.
It was a sort of beauty that one only finds in ignorance

Before this moment,
I'd felt only resistance.
But I can see the goal now,
Far off in the distance.
My doubts and my fears
Had corrupted my mind.
They had hidden the path,
Rendered me blind.
But even in weakness
My destiny prevailed,
The path never mattered,
I could never have failed.
My future lies waiting,
And though all is not shown,
Just by feeling its presence
My courage has grown.
I had almost surrendered,
Victim to my hindrance,
Instead I stand as victor,
And can smile in remembrance.
When I look back on my life
And all the battles I fought,
I can properly count the failures
As crucial to the plot.  
My fate has reassured me,
Provided peace of mind,
I can look forward to my future
And the obstacles I'll climb.

With that they Smile, knowing your House received
For Delight their Squeezed Empowerments sate
Of her, Lovely Creator, stark achieved
Your Best Full Notice check her long-time fate
That, bending those Hands, took such to Review
How those Bees start to Circle and Excite
Sting the Busy Board; And the Glass-Eye eschew
At least for brief Appreciation's bite
That alone, I wear my own Matured Grin
Knowing you can hang such Gift on your Wall
Pickle the Sight; And avoid further Sin
Which add their Hearts to your Values install.
Of course, that's up to you. Your own Mind demand
Behind your Doors the Good you understand.

You are like a flower that never fades
You will be remembered in the early
morning sunrise..
until sunset rises ..
Your smile lights up a
whole crowded room
You were a breath of fresh air
A loving devoted Dad
The most cherished husband
someone ever had
You will never be forgotten ..
No not ever
Your spirit lives on......

The Bottle of Water By My Bed

Parched so oft,
Everything dried out,
Throat, life, poetic inspiration,
Yes, getting out of bed is hell on earth.

The Bottle of Water By My Bed,
She makes sure is always there,
Named and bottled from a special source,
"I'm Here, Don't You Dare Leave"
Says the label, further noting that source of this water is
Heart Springs Eternal, USA.

Ha. Smile. Get outta bed, take a sip,
Damn that bottle of loving constancy.