Poetry
Can be
A way to recreate
Reality
Or at least
***** about it
Incessantly

Poetry doesn’t have to be wordy

Did you see that?
I almost put my foot down
And then picked it right up off the ground
No wonder you avoid me
I’m dancing like crazy
Foot up, foot down,
Foot on up again
Repeat ceaselessly til who knows when
It’s impossible to stand
Stuck doing the kookie dance
Compulsion happenstance
Or maybe ants in the pants
Woefully lacking in I can’ts

He caught my attention
With honorable mention
I was looking the other way
But land sakes alive
I’m feeling his vibe
And I’m hoping he’s here to stay

My guy is a diamond
Precious and rare
So sparkly and beautiful, too

My guy is platinum
Hard as metal
Adorning my body
Almost a jewel

My guy is silver
He could be better
But still worth wearing outside

My guy is steel
Strong and true
And he is almost stainless
Too

My guy is a rusty old bike
On which I used to race
But our riding days are over
He’s rotting away without a trace

Gender fluid
Poetry
As much as anything can be
Countless times I’ve
An image in my mind
Of who the poet could be
And the true image
Is completely different
From what I used to see
But the perception of the inside who
Is close to true

Connection abruptly paused
Neither at fault for the cause
I dwell for days
On the things I wish I could say
Wondering if you’re
Wondering what happened to me
I know you’re not taking it personally
It’s such a **** shame
The internet isn’t free
But here I am today
Temporarily

We got something
We both know it
We don’t talk too much about it

(Tom Petty, Refugee tidbit)

Are you aware of what’s not there?

I heard you crying loud
All the way across town
And it’s me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Well, don’t get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes
I’m just roaming for the moment
Sleazin’ my backyard
So don’t get so uptight
You been thinking about ditching me
No time to search the world around
Cuz you know where I’ll be found
When I come around
Well, I heard it all before
So don’t knock down my door
I’m a loser and a user, so I don’t need no accuser
To try and **** me down, because I know you’re right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out
That your self doubt
Means nothing was ever there
You can’t go forcing something if it’s just not right
No time to search the world around
Cuz you know where I’ll be found
When I come around

My grandson
Likes his *****
A LOT
He is only three
If I hadn’t raised a lot of boys
This would be alarming to me
As understandable
As it may be
To like ones *****
One must take their hand out of their pants
While walking down the street
He hasn’t figured it out yet
How creepy it does seem
Walking around with your hand in your pants
For everyone to see
It’s not like I can wean him off it
It appears to be glued on
So please ignore this little
Three year old
Walking around town
With his hands down
In his Underground

The one I still  think about
The one I loved the most
Was the one who challenged me
And that's why we can't be together
He still has songs on my
Playlist Though

He’s not the one who made me look foolish
That is all on me
He is too **** coolish
And I could not let him be
And even though I know all this
I cannot get myself free
That beautiful man has captured me
And I sit here day by day
Embracing my captivity

Yes
They will
They’re gonna laugh
They’re gonna talk behind your back
Sometimes truth, mostly skewed
Sometimes you’ll be the center news
Not usually
For things
You wanted anyone else to see
When the one in the story
Is “me.”
Mistakes, they’ll talk for eternity
Success is celebrated for a week

How do you resist?
And why am I the only one feeling like this?  
The rumble in my soul
Inner magnet’s pull
Right down to my pit
Battery-less *******
Sitting on my ****
I don’t know what to do
With any of that ****
If you can’t feel it too
What’s a girl to do?
Focus on something new?  
It’s not the kind of thing I can force
But I’ve gotta fill it up somehow
Of course
Off course
For sure
Thorn and bramble
Quicksand, too
This ******* cursed course!  
Maybe it’s not something I can do
Tomorrow, and lots of tomorrows too
No end
Maybe
I suppose it all depends on me
How long does one walk to feel free?

We are done
You ain’t the one
My vision was skewed
But this is not news to you
I tried too hard
Or not hard enough
But that is irrelevant
I still took so much away from it
Maybe more than I gave
Thank you for the inspiration
Thank you for being my muse
Gratitude is what I feel for you
At this moment of truth

Mistakes on the front page
At first it annoyed me
Then it made me proud
To belong to a community
That celebrates imperfection
Fluid birth
And fluid beauty
Feels like the way it’s supposed to be

You should probably take the long way home
That don’t mean you shouldn’t let me know
A little bit
Could yield a lot of something
If my something is something to you
Nobody knows
Not even who
What somethings sometimes do

Fresh cake batter
Made from scratch
You are the spoon
To lick
Temptations tease
Of the feast to come
But spoon to lick
There’s only one

Hey girls, gather round
Listen to what I'm puttin' down
Hey, baby, I'm your handy man
I'm not the kind that uses pencil or rule
I'm handy with the love and I'm no fool
I fix broken hearts, I know I truly can
If your broken heart, she needs repair
Then I'm the man to see, I whisper sweet things
You tell all your friends, they'll come running to me
Here is the main thing I want to say
I'm busy twenty four hours a day
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, oh now
They'll come runnin' to me
Here is the main thing I want to say
I'm busy twenty four hours a day
I fix broken hearts, baby I'm your handy man
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come
Yeah, yeah, yeah

She goes far under the surface
When you look for it
At short glance
She’s paper thin
But if you choose to look again
She tingles at your eyes
An unexpected surprise
Once you realize
Paper thin
Can get under your skin

He left me better than I was found
Lots of treasures
I will always carry
I hope he can say the same about me
Reciprocity

I wish I knew
What to do

You came at me
Like you thought I needed saving
I was wanting a roll in the hay
Maybe both of us were wrong
But it won’t go down
Either way

I’m not worried about you
My care is more personal
You’ve proven your chops
You’ve got it all
Choices, especially
You’re probably
Mostly right
For not wanting me
And the nutty ride
That might turn out to be  
But the good news is
I’m also not worried about me

There I go repeating myself
As if it helps
But then again
Neither are you
Saying anything new

I wonder about the smell of your skin
If I could, I would breathe it in
Whether ***** and sweaty
Or fresh and clean
I bet the scent would be supreme
I wonder about the curve of your hand
And how it would feel in mine
In my imagination
The fit would be sublime
I wonder about the aura of your presence
What color I would feel
I imagine it as a sparkly rainbow
Exotic and surreal
I wonder about how you sleep
On your stomach, side, or back
I wonder if I’ll ever know
Or if it’s this knowledge I will always lack

Is it invisibility
If you can sometimes see
A shadow of me
Worse or better
I can’t say
Since you choose to look away
I suppose I’m still happy
That someone might see
And they feel me
Inspirationally
I describe
What they feel
If I was a toy
That would make me real

Rarity is a dime
A dozen
The human condition
Priceless and cheap
Each unique
Yet somehow
Predictable

There is no way out
There is only a way through
We’re all on the path
I do not feel bad for you
You’ve got more than most
Talent and gumption
And the bravery to express it,
Too
Get on with the pity party
Again
And then get over it, too
**** goes all awry on your path
When you start feeling too bad for you

It doesn’t have to be
Between me and anybody
I got plenty of friends and family
And the water falls out of my tub faucet at the perfect speed
Whatever the thing between you and me
Maybe something, or nothing, or forever “we’ll see”
You’re not here
And I’m still complete
Maybe as much as I’m ever gonna be
But that’s OK; I’m happy with me
Completely incomplete
There is nothing from you that I need
It just seems
You could take me to my dreams
And who knows what that trip could do for you?
You might find out you’re dreaming too

You gonna come back
One day
And I won’t make the same mistakes

I want to be angry with you
Over something you didn’t know you were supposed to do
Unreasonable
It’s true
But anger seldom thinks clearly
It sits in my chest
Makes a big mess
Takes away happiness’ success
And so
I pretend
And bend
Smile and remember that we are friends
The feeling is still there
Ignored by me
And ignored by you
Even more thoroughly
As you pretend
And bend
And act like you don’t see
Frustration welling up in me

It’s not that I deny my damage
Honey,
I’m a hott mess
Gristled over, sharp edges
Rooms that will change you forever if you open the door
For better or worse
Of course
We won’t be the same
I like myself enough
To know I got the guts
To get through the rough
I see in you
The one with the right stuff
Make me corny enough to write this fluff

He said
“I need a break from you”
And you simply could not hear it
Called and knocked upon his door
Everywhere he was
You were right near it
And you complained to all of us
With genuine confusion
“Why is he pulling away from me”
You lived in a delusion
Told yourself he was mistaken
And he surely needed you
And as hard as he tried to pull away
There was nothing he could do
You refused to let go
He became exasperated
Cut himself off, completely
Pretended you never even dated
Today, you still drive past his house
And often you will beep
Forcing your presence known
He’s begging to be left alone
You scare off anyone new
Thinking if he has no choice
He will have to pick you
And now he hates you passionately
Ironically
Since passion was what you were trying to seek

Silver linings come in all shapes and sizes
Some are barrels
Some are bars
And some, just a sliver
Slivers of silver
Though
Are apt to make one bitter
Striving so hard
For pittance of pitter
Turns one into
A resentful sitter
Waiting
For silver
Which forever eludes
Waiting critters

I have no grief over what never was
Or what I wished to be
There surely is something wonderful
Still in store for me

I see you
Following after that boy
You've attached your soul to him
He treats you like a hag
While you treat him like a king
He puts you down
And ***** your spirit
We all tell you of this
But you refuse to hear it
And it's the you that we
Knew
Before he made you do
All the things so not you
That we sorely miss

Action speaks louder than words
But inaction
SCRRREEEEAAAAMMMMSSSSS
Silently

I hope you love
The loveliest one
I hope you smile from ear to ear
Knowing she is near
Despite what you probably believe
It would make me happy
If you showed your happiness to me
Whoever you in love with be
I’d love to see
You happy
With anybody
Even if she’s not me

This is me
Again
Offering the rare and exotic
Five million in a lifetime
Opportunity
To talk to me
By tomorrow
It’ll be five million and three

I want to tell you what you should do
Let you know what’s best for you
And who
Is best for you, too
But it would defeat the purpose
Of pure love
To insist I’m the one you can’t resist
When clearly you barely notice
I want to tell you it’s your loss
But you seem to be just fine
Not noticing I’m alive
But

It really is your loss

I am the perpetual optimist
Something right will come from this
Effort seemingly in vain
Something to remain
I didn’t lose
And neither did you

Your identity
Is wrapped in the chains
Of victimhood
Perhaps you don’t know how to be
Anything else
You call yourself a survivor
With fan fare
And tassels
Dwelling on survival
Is dwelling on what you survived
Free yourself of the shackles
That chain you to your weakness
Pretending you are not tied
Focused on how you got out
Keeps you on the inside

It wasn’t ever gonna be
So I destroyed it purposely
That way I could make myself believe
The rejection came from me
Minds play games
Desperately
I wonder how long it will be
Until I stop writing him poetry

I do not take it personally
That you view me
So inconsequentially
Silly and frilly and spilly my guts
While you sit in gilded ruts
But who am I to judge or complain?
You and I, we ain’t the same
Despite my misguided illusion
And ignorant confusion
It ain’t you for me
And it ain’t me for you
And if I say it enough
I might believe it, too

My ego is such  
That I don’t let much
Bring me down
Or make me boo hoo
If you block me
I feel sorry for you
You’re the one missing out
On all my cool

I used to blame you
For who you pretended to be
But now I blame me
For who I wanted to see

It is nearly delusional on my part
My imagination
Of what could be
Between he and me
But nobody else feels worthy
Yet
I hope I meet the wonderful man
Who sets me free
From this
Unattainable fantasy
There’s gotta be
Someone close to perfect
For me
Somewhere
I do keep looking
So why can’t I see?  
Close to perfect
Apparently
Comes with a cloak of
Invisibility

Punctuation is not meant to detract.  
Needlessly
!!!!!!!!!!!!  
!!!!  
!!
There was no point
For those exclamation point
(No point in plural(s) either)
Or this question mark
?
Was that a question.
Was that?  
This could go on for a while
Which is, the whole point of
Punctuation
Even pointless exclamation points