Keep to the right
You know the way
Lonely night
Long day
When right is sometimes
The solitary way

All of the stories are about the exceptional
Half are better
Half are worse
But nobody is interested
In the mediocre
Which is ironic
Since most of us can identify

Mister,
You are falling apart
And whatever drug prescribed to you
Is pulling the seams even faster
Because you don’t take it like you’re supposed to

What would it be
If society
Suddenly
Stopped tolerating needless conflict
With a collective
MEH
To all those little
***** fuckas
Let the school bell be rang
On pinky punks
And their yang

I never saw Grampa in his pajamas
He always came to breakfast fully dressed
He could have perhaps thought it was rude
But maybe grampa just slept in the ****

I see whiny poetry
Over-played
Realms of poor me
Or poor you
Sometimes it gets
The best of me
Frustration
At frustration
Expressed
So frustrated there I be
And that’s a slippery *****
If one I ever did see

Excuses are your best friends
You've surrounded yourself
Amongst those little buggers
And as much as you seem to cling to them
They are moving from friends to lovers
They will not love you back
Not make up for one thing you lack
Excuses will not fill your sack
And they routinely blow you right off track

Random bird outside
Amidst the chatter
Sings a glorious song
No other bird
Could’ve sung along

I did not comment
On your **** ***** pose
You shared on social media
To everyone you know
I wondered what I might say
Probably that you flipped your lid
But I thought seeing me say that
Might hurt your grandkids
Now that is something you should do
You should consider your grandkids
Too

We don’t talk
About the sweet spot
But we know that it is there
Hit occasionally
Like an ****** through the air
He need put in no effort to ring my bell
It’s just a matter of being himself

The undeniable can be ignored
One would assume it couldn’t
I’ve seen impossibilities before
When what one is compelled to do
Might be something they shouldn’t
There’s no way to know ahead of time
Whether it end in roses or in the bramble
But most things really worth doing
Are gonna be a gamble

Dark times
Lately
Swimming in the murky waters
Of irony
A pimple long ready to burst
A ***** ***** mess
And the guilty party
Still insists they are the best
It seems to be the war
Of the self-entitled brats
Who think they deserve
To prosper
Cuz they got their old money
Search around there somewhere
And there's some form of slavery
And they walk around
Proud as can be

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmie Rodgers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Up in Memphis, the music's like a heatwave
White lightning, bound to drive you wild
Mama's baby's in the heart of every schoolgirl
"Love Me Tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Every word of every song that he sang was for you
In a flash, he was gone, it happened so soon
What could you do?
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
If you please
If you please
If you please

He is the man who
Makes me feel
At times
On the brink of insanity
Mind flutter
Even morphs
Expands and
Flips chaotic
He is on the swinging trapeze
Perfect rhythm
To catch whenever
He swings back around my way
And signals me to jump

He moves my soul
Imperceptibly, for he
But it’s an earthquake to me

One of us is coming up short
And it’s obviously me
I’m just having a hard time
Getting myself to agree

I’ve figured out the formula
To be widely liked and known
If I was willing to sound like a teenager
And forget that I am grown
Corny is craved by the crowd
Something immature and loud
But formula’s not what the crowd needs
How do we get those humans
To breast feed?

Trying to think of something poignant to say
But I’m not sure poignancy works that way
Think and think til your brain turns blue
But it’s just the kinda thing that’s gotta
Come  to you

Forgetting
Trying to
Anyway
Gonna take a thousand days
From the next beautiful thing you do
So
What that means
Is
On top of all your other talents
You are unforgettable, too
There ain’t no how no way
I’m gonna be forgetting you

Is this gonna never be
Or a maybe, let’s see?
Bring me in closer
Or set me free
Whatever it be is fine for me
And fine for you, too
You’ll see
It is a kindness to say
“I’m not going your way.”

I love my poems
I cannot help but feel they are
BRILLIANT
Rationally
The sane part of me
Knows they’re high
Mediocre
But the dream part of me
Wishes the word could see
The BRILLIANCE
Of my poetry
Maybe it will someday  
After I’ve written so many
A huge anthology
Upon which experts agree
Is BRILLIANT poetry
In my hopes and dreams
That’s how it’s gonna be
Long after I’m dead
My great-great grandkids are gonna be
So **** proud of me

You want to focus on minutiae
Who said what
And in what way
Each word picked apart
And thrown
In the middle
Overblown
You want to continue down this road
Bickering all the way
Sorry buddy, It's not my thing
Imma leave, and you can stay

I am at a magic “show”
Predictable and boring
With the audience somehow transfixed
I cannot leave
I becomes a we
Stuck in the magic show
So many still believe

Here I am
All brash and cocky
Talkin’ ‘bout
“He’s gonna miss me”
Been saying it over and over again
Surely because I’ve been missing him
He might be back around one day
I might find the right words to say
On this forgiveness mission
None of it matters anyway
When he’d be foolish to listen
Tangled webs hanging
In the corner I painted myself within
When one cannot blame anyone else
Excuses wear real thin
His final gift to me
The growth I feel within

Rock me Amadeus
Is now on our playlist
That is your song
Today
This is me
Running a tab

Quokka
Poor Quokka
So misunderstood
The grumpiest beast in the
Entire world

It snows in June
Sometimes
On one unlucky
Son of a gun
Dipped and daunted
Cold and haunted
Almost had
Just what you wanted
Summer storms
Blow dreams away

But new dreams come
Another day

The space between
The reasonable
And my insecurity
It seems pretty obvious
He is avoiding me
But maybe it’s normal
To get so busy
To not find a few minutes
Within almost a week
To see what I’m up to
Or even peek
But maybe it’s my insecurity
Baggage carried around by me
I feel it’s not too much to expect
Lack of neglect
But hey, no harm, no foul
Good for him
He must have a life that is busy and full
Or more likely has another girl
And it’s kind of my own fault innit?
He never said he didn’t
He said a lot of things
But maybe not to me
I might have imagined it all
Because I wanted it to be

It was too **** long
I skipped ahead
Saw I didn’t miss much
All those words to say nothing
I realize that it’s such
A shame
**** doesn’t rhyme
With much

He ain’t fresh out the box
Nicks, scratches, scars
Most invisible
He got his demons
Inner vibe ****
He ain’t as up as he seems
Wearing his mask of other mens’ dreams
Why ain’t it perfect, though?
The answers to everything he wanted to know
Sure put on a lovely show
But there’s more
In store
Fireworks galore
To the man who just wants to
Chill indoors

I have no follow through
When it comes to denying myself of you
And vice versa, too
The desire to share
Myself
To you
More compulsion
If I’m being true
Not sure what a girl can do
Once she’s become an addict of you
In my veins and bloodstream
My waking thoughts and sleeping dreams
I am exactly as I seem
Hopelessly bound
Pitifully desperate broken wing moth
Open wound
Bleeding on your porch
Who needs a mess like that?  
Nobody but you
If you do
What you got
Inside of you?

It is what it is
It ain’t what it can’t be
If you don’t like reality
Blame yourself
Not me

It is a win
When I ignore them
You know the type
The reaction they seek
Will be how they perceive it to be
They declare themselves a win
No matter how it really goes down
There’s really more consequence
Than reward
In trying to trip up a clown
The act gets old quick
And can somebody bring
A trapeze artist around?

When it comes to me
There seems to be
No middle ground
Instead of reacting indifferently
People either love me
Or can't stand having me around
I try to be
Less vocally
But I just seem to make too much sound

This poem is not about you
I promise
It's really not
I think you should just get over yourself
I'm not giving you a second thought
Do you think the world revolves around you?
Oh, I'm sure! I'll bet you do!
I'll bet you'll think this poem is about you, too
I can't convince you it's not
You're so confused
But this poem
Is not about you

To me this looks like permission
“Run free in your poetry”
And throughout my history
No kinder words have been given
To me

You’re supposed to be here
You’re supposed to be that way
You’re certainly not supposed to do that
And here’s what you’re supposed to say
Supposition makes a mess
Of inner peace and happiness

Moving forward often means
Excommunication
From something or other
Or someone
Attached to an idea
Or habit
Worse often comes in disguise as better
The healthiest way
Is rarely the most exciting
Or the easiest

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly
Perhaps she’ll die
She stayed far away from spiders, though
When something don’t taste right
Old ladies tend to know

Peace is the greatest commodity
A soul can have
Individually
Or globally
And if it’s done properly
It is also free

Are you almost there
To that turn you need to take
To come my way
Are you on your way?
Maybe it’s right for you to say
If you’re heading in another way

You could disappear today
A part of you will always stay
In the poems that you inspired
Nothing further is required
For longevity
Pretty feelings
Set in stone
Stay there even when you’re gone

Weaken the whole
Both sides
I suppose

Boy
I say boy,
That chick is a fox

Blackout
From you
I know you don’t do it on purpose
And maybe you don’t know I notice
You have no idea
How your presence effects me
And your absence too
I prefer it that way
There are no reins on you

What can I say?
You grew on me
Like moss
I suppose
******* off
The tree

Sometimes, maybe
My soul looks beautiful to you
And you see
Your beauty reflected back
Through what you bring out of me
I’m gonna work for those sometimes
Vigorously
You insatiable well of inspiration
Allow me to give you back
The gifts you give to me

One day
He will notice
You just wait and see
How he notices me
So boombasstickly

This must be what awe feels like

I cannot understand how he could have
Fallen  for her
An otherwise perfect man
Feeding the greedy cat with the
Persistent purr
Glamour on the skin
Pettiness within
How he missed all that
Before he got too far in
Is so far from right
It’s almost a sin.
Still smell ****
From what that man stepped in
It will bring stress and strife
Falling for the beautiful ***
Without making sure it’s well-wiped