I am not this
unimaginable set
of we, two twigs
like darlings
entwined
and
moving lazy
up a tree,
still green
moss covered
stone hands
warmed by the
sun and so
much
more
We
Together we might
make something
better, here inside
the blanket cover
of soil, of night
of stars and
even a well
lit
moon
I am not this
intangible
forgettable
and rarely used
tense, future
perfect and
continuous
Nope.
not
me
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
My childhood memory
comes and goes, just
like my childhood
until it simply
went; The order
of things, I don't
remember learning
the days of the week
and especially not
how nice it would
have been to know
what makes a day
out of a sun or a
moon or even
Saturn; days of
weeks of months
of years, torn up
like me never to be
retrieved like me
my childhood
memory
deceives me,
evades me,
hides from me
with only the sound
of it pushing through
yelling mouth as wide
as a mixing bowl
"MY NAME IS JANE
MY NAME IS JANE"
I said it over and over
again until it got to
dark to even play
the game where I
could be not me
for a change
I sat in a giant fire pit
encased in stone and brick
pretended it was a house
like Lucy's after she moved
to the country, not us
standing at the top of the
yard yelling cuss words
**** YOU at cars
I suppose there were lots
of screams like when the
goldfish hit the floor and
died before we could save
even one or when mom
ran into the door again
memory does not pretend
at least it doesn't do that
we had no god, no food,
no father and no car
I do remember when our
new babysitter left us in
Paterson Park and no one
got us until it was well
after dark
Somehow none of us
screamed, why bother?
**** you tee hee hee
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
You hold your wit and
wisdom in tight fists
rather than letting
your genius roll off
your pretty fingers
one gift after
another; no
not ever (for
fear one dumb
thumb might
betray you
and then
the other)
the art of not
knowing yourself,
a dull and painful
slice, death by
increments and
degrees with each
secret a blow against
time immemorial
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
if I put my next
steps
here on earth
if I
put them in your hands
and follow
a few paces
behind
will you
run like a thief
thinking you
have
caught the better part
of me?
you fool
I would hate
to be
as empty as you
running off with
only that
little bit
that vicious bite
not even
the best bit
of me
I was saving that
for later
see?
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC
Today, just as easily as yesterday
or even tomorrow, and who really
knows what sort of cosmic change
one more trip up the stairs, a minute
or so involved in finding a set of keys
can bring? I do not claim any bit of
godly eye into the possible futures
much less the remiss and distress
of the concreteness of the past
No
Even so I can tell you this:
Today I ran over a wedding gown
in the middle lane of a local interstate
and just as I was getting over the shock
and twist of so much crinoline, so much
taffeta, catching a breath and wondering
what it could mean: what looked to be
a golf ball bounced twice in front of me
then bashed around under me and
any hope of spying it in my rear view
was dashed completely
I was trying to listen to an NPR show
about the human mind and death and
what we think we can tolerate in the end
is exactly what we cling to, if only
to not end
I was reminded of my mother's slow
and lingering death (painful, thoughtless
absurd) and how many lives end that way
not at all what we plan to endure with
the pleas to please **** me when it comes
to that and not a minute more, absent
of all dignity which we think in our
last lucid moments is important;
which we think in our last lucid
moments is more important than
diapers or mumbling or ********
ourselves
And not a single one of us knows
when we will give in, what little
moment will mark the beginning
of the end- a golf ball, a wedding
dress, a wolf passing by our bathroom
window as we take a midnight ****
That could be enough, that could be
the undoing, a small grunt and a passing
fact, like you- passing, fact, past tense
just a glint in a lonesome wolf's eye
as you cross over from wanting to live
to wanting to die
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
"Yeah, that's 'Almost' with an 'A', yup, kind like
'John Amos' but with a 't' on the end, also with
an 'l' between the 'a' and the 'm'..."
"Huh? Who's John Amos? jaysus feckin christ,
'Good Times'? The guy with the wide nostrils?
Bad example, sorry, let's move on..."
"...that's 'a' as in 'aardvark', 'l' as in... no no no, only
one 'a'... 'l' as in 'lemur', 'm' as in... 'murder' (this
person knows how 'aardvark is spelled?) 'o' as in
'o my god', 's' as in... 'seizure'- yeah, that's 'seizure'-
S,E,I,Z,... no no no! not 'c'! 'z' as in 'zoo'... 'u' as in
******* christ) 'UNICEF'... yeah, UNICEF, I think it's
an anagram... huh? ANAGRAM! with an 'a'! 'a' as in..."
"Okay, so that's 'a'... where the **** were we? NO
I WON'T WATCH MY LANGUAGE! Anyway where
the **** are you? Mumbai? As in former Bombay?
(why'd they change the name?)... and why do they
only train you in English cuss words? What was that?
What I just said or how do I spell my name? o crap just
never mind."
"...'o'? What's after 'o'? You mean you're actually keeping
track?!? wow! Forget what I said about your training-
you're a ******* genius... O... no, not 'o'! Only one
'o'! So, one 'o', not two, not..."
"In fact, **** it, I don't give a **** anymore, add an 'o'
to my name, call me "Almoost" call me "Bitchface", huh?
You wanta know how I spell Bitchface?"
"Where were we... 'o'... NO! NOT A THIRD 'O'!"
" 's' as in **** **** **** and 't' as in um, Tel Aviv
... hello? HELLO???"
"O my god o my god omygodomygod I just got
disconnected!"
"NOOOOOOOO"!
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
People like you they
eat **** and call it
caviar and never
offer me a spoon
full (no thanks
******
People like you
carry Hellos like
indented designer
scars FROM BLOOMIES
screamed in my ear and
FROM BARNEYS
*******
People like you
run over cars instead
of cars running over
them taxis even stop
and pick them up
and **** like that
People like you
smell different
to feral people
like me, sitting in
Central Park waiting
for the Museum of
Natural History to
open cuz it's free
and it's cold and
I stink and The Oak
Room threw me out
decades ago do you
recognize me?
People like you
live forever, are 30
years old forever
not me, I turned 80
on my 8th birthday
People like you
do not see me
thankfully the
shock would add
a good 20 years
to the bottoms
of your shoes
nope you don't
have to tell
people like
me dead from
the neck up
unwanted from
the neck down
dead like that
people like me
put a fancy dress
on it, buy it a bicycle
and a cashmere coat
to hold in the disaster
people like you don't
want to see
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
Time flies. Unless you
can't tell time.
A word to the wise is useless
if it makes no sense.
Passing an irregular verb.
I'm happy to see you
(answer) I'm happy you're
happy to see me.
I wake up like there's a
fire ******* up my ***
It's like getting half of your
**** ****** and not the
top half.
Dog (sketch of dog).
****** smile.
Barry's number in case
I forget it (no number written).
Miss What Felony
Police (illegible)
no Jeopardy.
We're still anonymous.
(Thank goodness I write all
of this stuff down!)
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
No one need
tell how we met
again here
under
the
steady
gaze
of the moon
plumped by love
first silvery and
jelly smooth,
nothing
daylight could ever
improve (this
is what I think)
when I face the window
and let the moon
lick my body
when you are
through
You
heat the wet side
of me like syrup
in a spoon
while the radiator
clatters, sings
way
out of tune
(ribbons of heat
over flesh cooled
by the moon
Back and forth)
if only
I could stretch the
night; I whisper
I love you and
again
I say it
too soon
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
My body did not
tell your body
she was planning
a party there
I hope it's okay
no one is invited
but you, most of
you, that is, and
only the best parts
of mine
(By invitation only
we will leave the
rest behind)
My body wants
your body to
maybe keep
your brain
out of this
that is no thinking
allowed, not even
mine, crowded
thoughts
they ruin it
don't they?
they ruin a good
party every time
My body wants
your body; I hope
your body wants
mine
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC