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  Dec 2020 Mrs Timetable
Carlo C Gomez
Glare at me all you like,
I won't throw you
the detonation charges.
You'll have to find another way.
I lost sight of things
from the very beginning.
Blindness is such a relative term
though. I can see you,
I just can't see me.
Why? I can't justify.
Bias will fry us
for sure, but at least
it'll be a clean burn
--spiritual and environmentally safe.
Giving up cannot be an option,
so I will soldier on.
Death should be its own reward,
but I always hoped for more...
Life is a series of battles. You win some, you lose some. Which means it's more about how you fought than anything else.
  Dec 2020 Mrs Timetable
Carlo C Gomez
Green yellow red
Are the color of my pills
Pass go I collect them all
The road rages in my head

There's a special place
In my heart for guns:
Left ventricle
Where the bullet lodged

I had a hard time
Seeing other people's
Point of view
So I started collecting opinions
Now I can't make up my mind

I like to go places
It's people I avoid
I travel mostly abroad
But can't recall her name
Half the time

A good driving record
Is worth zilch these days
But ******* might
Lower my premiums

Dogs are man's best friend
Yet they lick themselves
Men are better drivers than women
Yet they trick themselves
Too much time spent in cars
And not enough
In the one they love

There's an old saying
I can't remember
And it goes something
Like this:

Wipe the dust from your feet
Before you come inside
It keeps the house in order
Especially should it get
Sold out from under you

Most of us are but one paycheck
Away from being homeless
Man is the most dangerous animal
Dwelling in the cage of his vehicle
I used to work on Wall Street
Most days now I just pray

Don't worry
Everything equals out in the end
Except life
I'm always so sure
What lies beyond the next bend
Will finally be to my advantage
How could it be though
When my creditors
Own the road?
Inspired by the poem "Sven" from fellow HP writer Caro.
  Dec 2020 Mrs Timetable
Carlo C Gomez
Eeny,
Meeny,
Miny,
Moe.

Where'd my
Stimulus check go?
  Dec 2020 Mrs Timetable
Carlo C Gomez
Madame Fury
The Sun
Has dropped
Her lawsuit
And settled with the Moon

Tomorrow
She'll pique and threaten
Once more
  Dec 2020 Mrs Timetable
Carlo C Gomez
Target on my back
Wishing my pockets
Were happy pharmacies
And not sad reminders
Of long expenditures
And indiscretions
At night
Here now
In debt
I'm in your sights
Madam Cashier
Take the first shot
Bill me later
We'll call it even
Equal compensation
Or a semblance thereof
I spent freely
Allow me please
To die the same way
  Dec 2020 Mrs Timetable
Carlo C Gomez
At swim,
girl waits with gun.
She's a half-formed thing,
having entered into it
motherless.
The fault in our stars,
the night sky with exit wounds,
is left to the grace of
a god of such small things:

fabulous disarray,
perilous notions.

It's a common tale
in tragic literature,
but here it now floats.
The red tide washing
back onto shore
as granules of sugar,
sweet as petrified honey
in the hallowed out trees:

in which we begin
to not understand.

The sea breaks its back,
lingering like the wet gossamer
of her nightdress,
covered with the scent
of stillbirth,
and the illimitable
shut-in trials:

they arrive in waves,
she weeps every time they're "borne."
  Dec 2020 Mrs Timetable
Carlo C Gomez
~
Listen,
Everybody Loves a Happy Ending.

But so too,
Everybody Wants To Rule the World.

It's Elemental,
and I Believe,
indications of a going Mad World.

Still Brian Wilson Said,
Sorry, the Closest Thing to Heaven
begins by Sowing the Seeds of Love
and ends with Swords and Knives.”

Maybe Our Days Are Numbered then,
if so, Shout
your Famous Last Words
like The Prisoner
as Tears Roll Down.

For the Love of Cain
just let it all out!

**** Love.
Watch Me Bleed.
~
All song titles are by Tears for Fears.

In response to BLT's poem "Talk Talk Tribute." The challenge is to construct a poem using song titles from one band or musical artist.
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