As the flowers give birth
To more flowers
As we and it slowly goes just to I
And it is better that way
As soldiers come back from the greedy ****** war
As the stranger looks at her and there is something strange in his eyes
As the heartburn comes back, I kneel and almost feel like death punched me
As the only books burn to keep you warm in the winter
As it is so cold, the birds didn’t even make it south, they freeze in mid-air
As it soon ends for us
As it comes
As the rich get more money
As you eat because you aren’t hungry
As it ends
As we end
There is no time to relax.
No love around to get me to relax,
No woman dancing on the
blowing kisses, slapping her *******.
Good enough for others
It makes my eyes ache,
The words I type everyday,
can’t seem to fix my troubles,
My mind snaps,
Where to find the easy way?
Where to find her eyes again?
It will get boring without these
sounds in the stereo floating
around and to get me going…
Give me words to spread on
the white page.
Don’t relax tonight
It may seem you’re losing it
Writer’s block attack
To smile with fear
is the greatest accomplishment of all.
She wasn't doing good on my bed, with the
night rolling on and I could see
it all come out of her.
It looked like a tear, one little
tear, she was going down
but soon we became lions
fighting in fire
we became two lions all
over my bed
the kissing was ferocious.
How do these relationships work?
one hour we are fighting
the next hour we are one again
all the good papers were out at the store
and the fruits were looking to rot,
the plane is still missing,
migraine bells hit my head.
the day was becoming dull,
I saw outside
over hundreds of people.
people in front yards dancing
and the strings of heaven
It sounded like Strauss.
Soon it started raining
but the people stayed
in their places and danced
it seemed they didn’t notice the rain
they just stared into each others eyes.
she lights her favorite candle and then pulls her cigarette from her lips and lights it from the candle
she goes to the kitchen and starts cutting the fresh mango and sees some blueberries and grabs a handful throws them in her mouth and chews
she is always talking and sometimes when I talk she talks over me to talk for me
after the fruit and how I wonder what it tasted like mixed with cigarette smoke she kissed her lips to me and says let’s go for a walk
we go out with the growing back trees beside us and no cold wind
she isn’t talking
she is looking
she wants to go to the gym and I tell her for the hundredth time I don’t do the gym
observing the life of nature
there is peace in the wombs of the road
as always she is hungry and we go buy
a chicken shawarma
outside with her smile and we see Bobby the hunk
with his Wanda who looks like a lion
she wants the park and I want a bed
I want her
with awful love blooming
I can’t find her love
look at those children swim in cyanide
look at the men whip their wives with a spine
look at the animals that starve and
they ***** their shadows
look at the clock, how it slows us down
look at those birds, I think they know something
look at those women chewing on their own breast
look at the newspaper and the journalist has something
real to say.
look in my world and your world
how close, how different.
You poor soul
So inclined to waste long ago
By the death of your children.
I watched and I noticed
But i was in my own haze of
A mind to look away and
Be myself while pondering
And seeing images of the baby’s
You tried and just like the millions of other babies that tried
But never saw the light and your tears and the silence of the baby coming out of you
doesn’t haunt you anymore.
It’s alright mother
You finally survived.