Mommy with your plastic gloves.
Why didn't you give me just one hug?
Tell me it was ok or that I was sane.
Your ***** ancestry with the violin.
Another fake just the same.
Can you tell me I'm ok?
My Robot Sisters in step.
one, two , three
fall in line -
four, five , six.
can you really love Mommy?
can you tell my brother he is ok?
why did you hate the men in life?
what happened to you in your little sun dress?
what was the slight of hand that changed so many lives?
so many hidden answers and no more time.
me with so many woman just to say the debt was paid.
everyone with your face, I made them worship me .
never loved them, I was the one that won.
Me with Sally, Sue and Stella they all adored me,
many that I don't know the name, they all loved me unchanged.
I showed you,
but it wasn't the same.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
Life is simple you know .
The site of you in all that is you soothes me.
My tomorrow holds the sun in its hands.
The roads stretches forever.
I stare into forever, my eyes searching the distant .
You dancing in the red dirt with those brown legs...
and me smiling .
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
I come home drunk and happy .
Nothing more .
What kind of ******* poet is happy ?
Me.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 11:14 PM UTC
That slippery thing called The Truth.
Who’s truth you ask?
Your truth or mine?
That slippery of slippery Jester.
The one that hides in your bedside table?
The one that you delete?
The one you post?
Your feeling well hidden or the ones that you show.
The slight smile is the truth maybe?
Maybe the meaning behind your intention is the truth.
Or is it the sunshine and the blue sky?
The truth lies somewhere between a touch of a hand, an honest question with an honest intention.
Love without expectation is perhaps the truth.
With that, there is no attachment or deceit of any kind.
Its the truth that one wears whether seen or hidden hugging the
curves.
Its yours.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
I slide down the rabbit hole on my way to a new world . A portal full of color to a new world. Leaving the old world with the old people and the old friends.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
The pull of life as you shuffle to the coffee maker, while the dogs sniff your feet. You pour the water and scoop the coffee. Push the button, the light turns on and life begins. The low burn of sound coming from the street outside. You are engaged in it, like it or not. If you spit in the fire of your soul and it still burns... you live my friend.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
the blue
the hum
the life electric
the round of the earth below
the hum fills me
i see it
i see it coming fast
the hum growing louder
the blue bluer
the sound crisp
the smell of all that is electric
i hear the people
i smell their clothes
the rush of the crowds reaching out
release me
i have arrived
release me
i have arrived
release me
i have arrived
tears streaming
the great relief
they reach
they reach for me
i have arrived
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC
I am ****** because I believed that load of ****
I am ****** because they said they loved me.
They would have let me die, did you know that?
Sinking under the surface of the norm.
Lacking air , life leaving my body.
I hate them for leaving me to die and judging me still.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
Born in a white neighborhood to white parents in a white church.
Riding her bike to a white school
College with her white girl friends.
Married a white man and had white children.
Teaches Piano to her white students.
Year after Year
Year after Year
Hate seething out between her tight thin lips
Praying in that same white church.
Every Sunday going to that white church.
Praying
Praying
Hate seething out between her tight thin lips.
A good Lutheran girl she is.
Playing her ***** for the congregation.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC