Fashioning a new crutch
For one’s old crutch

Might never heal
One’s achilles heel

~
Girl You Know It’s True
Your hair looks terrible
Don’t blame it on Lorraine
Your furloughed hairdresser
Blame It On The Rain
And Lorraine
Girl I’m Gonna Miss You
~

In a world
That makes no sense
I feel like a book
I don't understand
Language is foreign
My chapters incoherent
Mixed up
I love my Title
My cover art
Illustrations are grand
But my story
Makes no sense
Is this how my story
Will always seem?
Will I ever learn
How to read your story
If unable to know my own?
Needing to look up my small
Words
To understand your bigger words
Somehow
Someday
I may
Understand
I just hope it won't be
My last words

If I could read your mind
It would be reading mine
And we would say it
At the exact same time

Screaming out
From the inside
Roaring as a train whistle
Only the restless can hear
And then...
Quickly
Fades away

I wished to paint
The brown birds
Outside
The color
Of our son’s blue eyes
Inside
To my amuse
Which part did
I disabuse
The part were you can
Wish
Colors on birds
Or that we have
A son
And his eyes are
Blue

The only piece
You let anyone see
Is the broken one....

And
It is beautiful
As is

You looked at me
Cleared your handsome voice
Took a deep breath
Forgot all the words
Then kissed me

Beautifully expressed my sweet

Your brows
If you over preen
Will have to lean
On the likings of
A sharpie pen
In the color coffee bean
Then you will be
A vampire queen
Looking ever so mean

My life is an open
coloring book
Please use crayons

The sun is going away
Peeking a little light through trees
Giving brilliance to the simple leaves
Twinkling waving goodbye
When your done visiting the other side
Waking them with shine
While we all have one sleep
Warm us all again tomorrow please
Don’t really need to ask
It will happen regardless of me

There's an esoteric drug
Called Ciretose
It cures lack of
Neoteric qualities
For side effects
Take Ciretoen
It will reverse them
Don't mix them up

Minding my own business
Hanging out with Irène
I heard “you’re perfect”!
What does this mean?

Don’t think much of myself
Bumpy hard skin, scars a plenty
Someone thinks I’m awesome
Fine with me just let em

I had to be cut open and gutted
To see my true beauty
Had to say goodbye to Brad
Been there for me, it was his duty

Look how beautiful we are Irène!
Creamy, soft, luscious to the taste
I’m so happy we are in the bowl
Did I just hear many yells of praise

Grown men with helmets on
Throwing around a ball
Everyone wants some of us
Yelling at their screens over a call

Who’s that Irène? He’s something!
That’s Chip! He’s handsome I say
Strong perfectly salty and built
I hope I can meet him today

Now it’s me and Chip forever
Irène set her own sights
At this Super Bowl party
Crunchy smooth love at first of  many bites

You do the printing
I will do the cursive
Let's get entangled
And generate our own
Fancy script

You are
What you repeat
Broken record broken

The obscene
Love to cause a scene
Especially when deleted

It’s great when
The garbage
Takes itself out

My cat won't cuddle
Lost my car, too
Forgot where I parked
I'll just watch some
Jeapardy clues
I have no snacks
And my boots are broken down,
Mary Lou
hates the word slacks, and with mixed drinks, she goes to town!
I lost my dog
I lost my truck
I lost my girl
I wonder what's on Cozy TV right now?
Pretty sure it's Monk
Sorry, I got distracted, Mary Lou
Sad you're
Feeling melancholy and blue
I mean it's my only pair of shoes
Can you fix my boots, please ?
With some whiskey
Or some twine
She said
"Try some shoestring
Even try some wine"
Walking all over town
Pondering
Mary Lou
That's actually how my boots feel
Right now...
Very blue
And it's not
Not just my shoes

You are that boy
I showed up to school for
The one who never knew
What he meant
To me
Wanting to be wanted
Just in case
He looked up
But never did
Still...
I always think
About him
His essence
Follows you around
The way I do

I spoke your language
With you,
I tried,
But meaning was lost
Meaning was everything
And yet became nothing
I can't speak
Your language
Anymore
It's a choice
You made
Long ago
By fracturing
My abilities
To understand
You

What’s  a healthier choice?
The drive thru coffee?
Or the get out of the car
walk several steps
to standing in line
working your brain to choose carrying a big pink box exercising your muscles
all the way back several steps again to your car donut shop?

I think it’s obvious

I need
A little something
Every
Day
Just something small
A word
A smile
A share
And
It will be enough
Because
It's from you

***** mouth in class
So crass
In the corner young man

Whistle blowing in class
So distracting
Time out, go sit over there

There’s a snake in the class
I had to tell! I had to yell!!
Sent to the Principal’s office

My “Principles” got me
expelled

Its too deep
Right now

No diving
No laps
No splashing

Floating
For a while

Maybe the
Monster
Won't see me

Pleasant nap time
Windows shining through
The filtered sun right amount
Please stand still
Like a broken clock
I wish it didn’t count

Don't bring me petals
Plucked to perish
Leave the flowers
In the ground to thrive
I would rather have
Your words to cherish
Planted in me grounded
Always blooming
With surprise

The wolf ditched
The sheep’s clothing
Shopping online
Was so much easier

I have something
In my eye
I think its love
What kind?
I'm not sure
There are
So many kinds
I feel

The she-shell
On your He-shore
Comes from
An oyster with a pearl
Or a giant crab
Depends on the kind of wave
That washed her in

I reached inside myself and found
My friend there to ease the
Pressure of my ever worrying mind*
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Lyrics from : “The Sun Always Shines on TV”
A-ha
1985
Written by Pal Waaktaar

I was in love
With a moment in time
And it broke my heart
Over and over
It left,
Returned,
Left again
Why do you torment me?
It was about to answer
Then
It was gone

I must say
I faintly recall
The telling of your
All
Intensely sensed
Dream
I paid no mind
How very rude
As drool came out
Of my mouth
A cat nap
Ensued
You left me in my slumber
I now understand
My blunder...
“Listening” really is
A skill
Chalk this up
To empirical research
I will

When I ask you if you love me
You say “I do”!
When I ask you if you think I’m pretty
You say “I do”!
When I ask if you think Im a hard worker
You say “I do”!

Then I sometimes wonder why you put up with all my complaints and questions about life and do you really need to hear it over and over and over again,
I remember  25 years ago you said ....,

    “I do”!

Someone you love
May never touch you
Someone you love
May never hurt you

Both can be
Achieved
With words

And it is
Usually
From
Someone
You love

Invent the money
Blood for the down

I need some air
That’s gonna cost you a pretty fare

Water I can’t live without
Costs you to drink from the spout

Do you want my life I say?
No- not really
it’s not worth much
these days

Does the one you adore
Feel like home?
Do they sound
Like home?
How you think
Home
Should be.
True it's
Easy to say
Just go home...
Harder
If the feeling is
Alone

I miss you
But I don't know why
I don't even know who
You are
Or where you are
Theres a void
I cannot find the peace
The missing piece
I can feel it getting closer
But it's still not fitting
Maybe it's the disconnecting
Dream I had
A man with a baby
He left me
To care for his baby
Now I miss you
And I don't know who you were
Just a man
An unknown man