Running away from yourself

Shows you have the strength to run

And it’s ok to run away for a while

Just make sure you come back

How do you get your hair to do that?
Don’t wash it
Brush it real gentle
Throw in a few rats
Then give it lots of treats
It will do anything I want
Such a good girl!

My dolls hair is *****... ewe
It’s kinda full of grit and goo
Fired her styling crew
Due to layoffs... boo
Is there any doll shampoo
Or is that out of stock too?

"Days may not be fair
Always
But that's when I'll be there
Always
Not for just an hour
No, no, not for just a day
Not for just a year
But always"
----

Phil Collins " Always " Live in Berlin 1990

Lyrics by Irving Berlin

My prickly underwear's
You insensitive laundry monster
Why on this big round earth
Didn’t you use more softener?


By: Evil Snarf and The ****** Poet

Two ply or one
Rough or pillow soft
Squeeze or don’t squeeze
Just don’t sneeze
Someone said stock up
Now everyone needs
To be locked up

Your physical heart
Needs your figurative heart
Your figurative heart
Needs your physical heart
Take good care of both
One cannot live
Without the other

The Jar Jar hot pocket
Unicorn on the cob
Chile verde beak plate
Pickled innards sensation
Most of it recalled
Or no returns accepted
Last dinners of choice
During the panic invasion

Pookie the velvety frog
Charlie the blue tailed purple rat
The little grey mouse with pink ears
I couldn’t leave them
All alone in a separated bin
In giant second hand land
They needed me to save them
Or they may become trash
I begged Grandma- see!
Help me-help them!
Relief... thank you Grandma
They became my “best ofs”
Second hand toys
But not second hand friends

I’ve had that dream of school
When you forget your classes
When you forgot to go to PE and
Don’t graduate
When you can’t wake up
Because your dreaming inside
Another dream and you scream
Having a baby and it’s not real
And feel sad and relieved
The one where I get shot and
Felt the bullet
The one about the plane
Crashing and burning
Right in front of me
And I feel the heat from the fireball
The one where someone’s
Chasing me and I jump
Out of bed to hide, to my poor husbands fright “what is wrong?”
The ones where I’m having
An asthma attack and I can’t breath
The vivid one about concentration camp and I am hiding children from the ovens
And they still don’t make it
And it’s in black and white and
Woke up angry and depressed

The extra strange rest of them I can’t and won’t share

Relieved in real life these aren’t real
I’ve always wanted to share my dreams and frightmares
Sorry in advance for any bad dreams

I want that one
But it’s not ripe
It doesn’t matter
If I don’t like it
I can just throw
It away

Adam said to Eve
I got a little something
Up my sleeve
Very funny honey
Do you think me naive?
Replied Eve
You don’t even wear sleeves
You can make me some
Then I can say
I have something up my leaves

I’m sure you would
Very funny

My way:

Bread face up
Peanut butter
Jelly on top of peanut butter
Bread face down on top is the closer

Someone else’s way:

Both breads face up
Peanut butter on one bread
Jelly on the other bread
Put together like prayer hands

Your way is wrong!

No....your way is wrong!

My way is right!

No....my way is right!

Does it really matter?

******.

Baby new cat
I love your little tummy
Full of mama cat milk
Your little round belly
I try to tickle
To make you giggle
And lightly mew
“bew bew bew”

You make me laugh
We crack ourselves up
Over the silly things we say

It’s so much more than a smile
It’s so much more than a touch
You need me and I need you

Rewind 28 years plus:

You were so serious I thought
When I used to look at your picture
How old is this guy anyway?

Your serious ‘stache,  your serious poems
I saw those books at your grandmas home
They seemed so deep to me

Little did I know
You had lots more to show
First thing you said to me “read this poem”

Is this the guy with the blue notebooks?
The guy who seems too old for me
He seems very genuine, guess we will see.

You wanted to know what I thought
No one cared before
I was too quiet for my own good

Flattered you asked
It was a subject I knew
It let me know you were deep as a welllll... let’s see were this goes

Fast forward 28 years plus:

I sit here laughing
Because you made me
I know what your thinking

You sit there laughing
Because I made you
You know what I’m thinking

Me and you, you and me
Who knew from day one
You hooked me with a read

Deep down I think you knew
I was the girl for you
You needed me to hear you

Deep down I think I knew
You were the boy for me
I needed to hear you too

It’s almost unspoken
To know someone this way
You needed me and I needed you

“After an orchid stops blooming
Take it gently from its ***
Shake off the old bark
And cut off any dead roots with a Sterile razor blade or scissors

Don’t make the mistake of putting
It into a bigger ***
Because orchids don’t like that
They like to have their roots
Crowded in a small space

So *** it into a same size ***
Holding its leaves so the roots
Dangle into the ***
Add bark and gently mix the pieces
Around its roots to hold them
Snugly”

(I thought this “how to make a orchid bloom again” was like rekindling love using words like gentle and snugly, caring for the roots and taking great care of this most precious delicate thing)

I held my pen
Pressed on the paper
Yet to write
It bled ink
Into a giant pool
Blots of my thoughts
Big enough so
There was no eraser
What did it mean
Was it something bigger
Does it have to mean
Anything except
New pens I figure

1890
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