Poisonous spiders
Venomous snakes
Vampire bats
Crocodiles from lakes
Cockroaches
All other yucky bugs, too
Lions and tigers and bears
Oh my
Possums pretending to die
Rats and **** throwing monkeys
Skunks and all their funky
Lots of creatures that we love to scorn
All these things made it onto that ark
And not one unicorn

I ain’t never gonna really leave
Unless you ask me to
And then I’d go
Happy for you

Did you know
And pretend to not?
How much guilt have you got?
Did you look the other way
Or justify
“Well, they want to play?”  
Are you mad at yourself
For what you didn’t say?
Would it have helped
Anyway?  
That thing been there
******* out all of the fresh air
Eating away at the game you love
All that **** you could never scrub
Is that why you walked away?  
Burdened with too much weight
Of all those things you couldn’t say
“Games” you didn’t want to play
And if that be the case
Will the justice long delayed
Have any effect on
Your decisions from today?

Your soul is old
But your problems are young
It's a dichotomy
The part of the journey
With the fork in the road
That hits right between
The young and the old
You stare down the problem
Quizzicaly
And the best you can do is say
"Ahhh!  **** me!"

When I say it in the written word
I feel like I am being heard
Maybe not immediately
But at some point in history
The right one will listen to me
And the right time
It will be
For he or she
To hear whatever words from me
And apply them to the life of thee
This is probably
The entire point of poetry
At least, for me

You came here first
Or at least more than once
Losing my confidence
But I still know you came here
At least once

The perfect poem exists
But not
It’s the one that jumps into your mind
When you don’t have the time
To commit it to permanency
And as much as you try to
Grasp at the vapors
It will forever remain a mystery
But isn’t that what perfect things are supposed to be?

If I didn’t know better
I’d assume she wanted the pain
She keeps grabbing the hot ***
By anything but the handle
She uses her finger to put out the candle
Melted wax
Dries on her hands
Leaving it’s fake skin behind
And she picks it off
Complains about it
And repeats it every time
She wears flip flops in the snow
Complains her feet are cold
She refuses to freeze any leftovers
And ******* when they get mold
It’s hard to be around her
Her game is getting old
Her friends are looking at their hands
And thinking they should fold

We ended without an end
Which makes it hard for me
To let go of what could have been
So much possibility
I'll work on accepting
And I'll work on me, too
First thing I should accept
Is that you will not work on you

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

This must be what awe feels like

It’s not personal
You’ve got your reasons
Nothing to do with me
I don’t need to know why
There is no how
Here and now
It wasn’t even a season
Nonexistence
Can’t reasonably be missed
Can it?  
And who cares, anyway?
Unreasonable feelings are just as strong
Unjustifiably
Unknowing of you and me
Feel like it cuts so deeply
Itches unscratched
Eventually go away
Someday

We weren’t the type to share flowery
Feelings
He was a **** knucklehead
And he had his own opinions of me
I know I drove that man pretty crazy
Our language of love was spoken
High decibelly
Rattling the walls
Our whole family
But that doesn’t mean
The love wasn’t there
We just liked to express it
Very loudly

Sometimes
I feel defeated
By my own need
To be noticed or readed
If I could settle for being obscure
I’d surely have a more peaceful world
But here I am writing this poetry
And it hurts my soul when nobody cares to see
I love these poems
They’re part of me
Apparently
Not as beautiful as I wish they could be

Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies cat
I'm a feline Casanova, hey man, that's that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Meow
Yeah, don't cross my path
I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley, looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I got cat class and I got cat style"

I am the opposite of you
You use twenty words
When only ten would do
Free donut off the cart?
You will take two
Throw one in the trash uneaten
That’s what you like to do
You’d rather take too much
Than risk having just enough
Wasteful habits feel a lot like
Wealth to a show off
All your stuff
If you don’t need it
It is a luxury
But really, you’re just wasteful
And it’s something we all see

Anyone can find someone
When just anyone will do
But for some of us
There’s just one of us
Who can complete the one
To two
And for me
That one of us
Is you

She said to me
“I hope his ex girlfriend is so ugly.”
That would not be my wish
To have stolen a pearl from a swine
I want my pearl to be
Pearl infused
A history surrounded
By beautiful things
And still
It’s my necklace he graces
Despite the choice
Of all those pretty faces

Here I be
Your personal freak on a leash
Self-imposed
And unwilling to leave
Here I be
While you ignore me
Apparently
Permanently
Here I be

Times I felt whole
Times I felt broken
Times I felt like a diamond
Times I felt like a token
Times I felt smart
Times I felt dumb
Times I felt it all
Today I feel numb

You tell yourself you flirt with the “ugly girls” to give them confidence
And you seem to really believe it
Which surely affects
My confidence in you
And your assessment of
Ugly

Hundreds of memes
Recycling fortune cookies
Acting like they’ve got a big
GOTCHA
Never before thunk
Thought
But since there’s a picture of
Kermit
We really do get got

My mind is always brought to you
Something you would say
Or something you'd do
Take me to the days
When I did them with you
How could you be
So fun and sweet
Which makes it such a crime
That you lie all the time

I don’t want to get all dramatic
And call it an ache
But it’s not not an ache
Either
I don’t think you feel it
With me in your mind
But I might be in your soul
We’re not not soulmates
Maybe one day we will be not soulmates
But we will be good friends
Then

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

All the effort I put in
But he don’t owe me anything
This must mean I’m not a stalker
I’m just an over-talker
My crazy is kept mostly at bay
But that’s probably something
All stalkers say

Abandoned
Deserved or not
Maybe a lifetime of this
Set far apart
Missing almost from the grid
Sort of solitary
Confinement
Sad poetry
Written by me
Karma
It must be
Alone with only me
Writing sad poetry
Bumming you out
Probably
What’s the use?!
Sad poetry

She didn’t bring it as far as she could have
Not because she was wrong
But because he would have been mad that she was right
She thinks it’s right enough
Just to let it slide
Pretend it was all his idea
If she must
She’s almost stopped believing
Slides can be unjust

Racial tension and injustice
Answered by the internet
With hundreds of memes
Of old white guys
Teaching young black guys
How to tie ties
Well now
That makes everything all right
It’s not like they’re  really
Sending the message
Black kids have no father
Or social grace
And some white guy needs to
Step in to replace

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

Watching insanity permeate
Through society
Quicker than ever before possibly
We are at a tipping point
Maybe
But that’s probably
What they always say
Since they had speech
But I cannot help but believe
At this time, and this whole scene
We gotta take back who we really be
And say it with such fervency
There is NO MORE
Questionability
Of who America really be
Ya see?
These ***** are misrepresenting we
And I don’t know how to fix
Angry people
Scary

I could tell he wanted my attention
Which was adorable
As adorable can possibly be
In a man of fifty three
For a few seconds
And a few seconds more
He was a little boy of four

What will I tell God
If He lets me in
To Heaven?
Should I apologize
For my worship of a mere man?
Confess all my sins
Which He already knows
Were they a part of His plan?  
And if that truth be
Shouldn’t He be apologizing
To me?

You’re **** and perfect and beautiful
Unfortunately
It’s plain to see
You’re surrounded by layers of
Admirers
Why would you notice me?

I been through some ****
Soul crushing, unbelievable
“How the hell did you get through it?”
Type ****
But I did get through
Past and over
You won’t see or hear me
Use it as a sob story
Or a crutch
Or a “this is why I **** up so much”
I **** up plenty
Surely do
But each **** up is something new
Not because of damage to
My ego or psyche over what I’ve been through
All that made me stronger
Evolved courageous
Unstoppable baddass is me
No crying about what should have been
Or didn’t happen
Or how much better it used to be
It’s possible to go through lots of ****
And still wind up happy

We’ve got Dino Dana on the big tv
For no other reason than to control me
And something only a kid wants to see
On every electronic there could possible be
One pad with Cocomelon
The other with some kind of ant cartoon
Two kids
Every device in this house
I’m hiding under the covers on this phone
Because there’s surely some princess show
The little one wants to see
For no other reason than to maintain
Massive control
Over me

There was a spark
It has been lit
I don’t know
The strength of it
Could be burning for years
Or two seconds flat
Fires are tricky like that

The difference is I send my daughter
Current funny or fun pictures
From my phone
Throughout the day
Not considering the mess in the
Background
Has ruined her whole day
I didn’t get hit in the face
With the mess the kids had made
I got to really be gone

It could potentially be
The stuff of myth and mystery
But you’ve achieved that
Already
You’re in chill mode
And here comes an overload
Sustained, reckless, brash
To deliver a swift kick in the ***
Passing gas
Passing gas
Passing
Time
My Adonis
Bring it home
In rhythm and rhyme

She brings it to him
All over the table
Hodgepodge arrangement
Completely unstable
Yet true
And honest of what it be
No pretentions
Lots of dreams
When dreams, pretension seems

Happy poetry
Cannot be
What you don’t wanna see

You fell for an illusion
The man he wanted to be
At the moment
You see
Because he was temporarily lonely
And even though he didn't feel
All the things he said was real
The illusion was so true
For you
You're hopelessly committed
To someone you never knew

What would happen if cockroaches suddenly became an endangered species
Rare and hardly ever seen
Anywhere
When the last cockroach infested house
Is found
Would that be the most celebrated
Place in town?

The age old questions
Upon which nobody can agree
Most always seem so simple to me
And probably everybody
It seems so obvious
That those who can’t see
Seem to be ignorant willfully
But they probably think
The same about me

I have to force myself to see
If now you are not ready for me
You’re never going to be

Hey, look me over
Tell me, do you like what you see?
Hey, I ain’t got no money
But honey, I’m rich on personality
Hey, check it all out
Baby, I know what it’s all about
Before the night is through
You will see my point of view
Even if I have to scream and shout
Oh baby, I’m a star
Might not know it now
Baby I’ll try harder
I don’t want to stop, til I reach the top
Hey, take a listen
Tell me do you like what you hear?
And if it don’t turn you on
Just say the word, and I’m gone
But honey, I know ain’t nothing wrong with your ears
Hey, check it all out
Better look now or it just might be too late
My luck’s gonna change tonight
There’s gotta be a better life
Take a picture, sweetie, I ain’t got time to waste

You have the ladies
Falling about themselves
To tell you how great you are
And you patiently thank
And compliment back
Rewarding them
With something they lack
You wear it well
That Lady Spell

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

Do we care about the people we hate
More than we care for those
We love?
We seem to pay them more
Attention
Particularly when we can find a
Group
To hate with
And commence the circle ****
Of insults
That get increasingly crass
Or the stories
Increasingly daft
Before you know it
The one you hate
Is eating babies.
Or pretending to have them
And you don’t know
What your loved one
Ate for breakfast

You’re not perfect
But you know that
Which makes you more perfect than most
Guys who come close

Thus far
I haven’t noticed
That you’re not perfect
But reason and sanity say it must be true
The first one to tell me you are imperfect
Would most certainly be you