Hanging out with the grandkids today
Yay oh yay!  
Now they’re here
Time to play!
Spilled your drink
No big deal
I’ll just use the same towel
From when you dropped
Your meal
Paw Patrol again
Again and again
They musta been making this show
Since I don’t know when
Now there’s a war
Over control of the bubble wand
The battle is vigorous
And seems to rage on
Lots of screaming and swatting
But only plastic guns drawn
Now I’ve cooked dinner
Lasagna for three!
But the kids have determined
They only want candy
Alright kids
I guess you’ll be hungry
Ten minutes later
“We’re STARVING to death.
But lasagna is on the list of things
That can’t possibly save us
From starving to death”.
“Well, I guess you’ll starve to death.”
And that’s where we’re at
The last time I checked

We got something, we both know it
We don’t talk too much about it
Ain’t no real big secret all the same
Somehow we get around it
Listen; it don’t really matter to me, baby
You believe what you want to believe
You see, you don’t have to live like a refugee
Baby, we ain’t the first
I’m sure a lot of other lovers been burned
Right now this seems real to you
But it’s one of those things
You got to feel to be true
Somewhere, somehow, somebody
Must have kicked you around some
Who knows, maybe you were kidnapped
*******, taken away, and held for ransom
Honey, it don’t really matter to me
Everybody’s had to fight to be free
You don’t have to live like a refugee

I don’t need you to thrive
Or maybe I do
Nobody else
But you
Boo
Maybe some day
You will know it, too

Finally back in my own stable home
Where everything has it’s place
And remains where I left it
I know where the light switches are
Even in the dark
And I can flush the toilet
Anytime
Without waking anyone up
My neighbors are still having their loud
Nightly ***
I’m glad they’re still going at it
When everything changes
It’s the things that stay the sameses
That help me keep my saneness

It’s not about you
Until you see yourself in it
Then it’s ALL about you
And also
Somebody else
Poetry never runs out of
All of itself
To give
In solitary
And so receives
The one it must be meant to be
Sometimes that someone is me

Little girls love nail polish
I’ve known many very rambunctious
Cannot sit still
Overly sugared, sweaty tomboys
Who suddenly sit bone still
For minutes on end
For some pink fingernails

I’m not the one who’s so far away
When I feel the snakebite enter my veins
Never did I wanna be here again
And I don’t remember why I came
Candles raise my desire
Why I’m so far away
No more meaning to my life
No more reason to stay
Freezing feeling
Breathe in
Breathing
I’m coming back again
Hazing clouds rain on my head
Empty thoughts fill my ears
Find my shade by the moonlight
Why my thoughts aren’t so clear
Demons dreaming
Breathe in
Breathing
I’m coming back again

It will most likely be
You never will see
The value of me
It’s not blindness on your part
But inundation of gorgeous art
I cannot expect you to notice me
When you’re surrounded by so much
Beauty
It must be everywhere you
Peek
Someone displaying the best they got
For you to see
Then, there’s me
Amidst adoring faces sea
And in that boat in which you be
There’s so much beauty
Within a few feet
To bother with what’s in the faraway sea
Where I be
Making little waves
Adoringly

I hope I never don’t want to go
Barefoot on grass
When the option is there
I hope I always choose to dance
Over sitting in a chair
I hope little kids always wear me out
And get me out of breath
I hope I live so **** hard
When I go
There’s nothing left

I asked for his attention
Demanded it, really
So I shouldn’t have got caught up
When he gave it to me
Look at me now
Just some poor fishy
Caught on the sand
Flopping around to get back in the sea
Once again to swim free
But more importantly
Just to breathe
Luckily
I’m a great flopper
Lot of kick
And I got great lung
Capacity
Each kick brings me back to the sea

I'm wishing you could be with me
I suppose that makes me a ****
How can you say you care about someone
And hope their marraige doesn't work?

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain (you're so vain)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you don't you?
You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair and that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee clouds in my coffee and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain (you're so vain)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you don't you don't you?
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee clouds in my coffee and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain (you're so vain)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you don't you?
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend wife of a close friend and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain (so vain)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you don't you don't you?

In my imagination
He finds me highly entertaining
And sometimes I give him a *****

Don't do that
But
You better do this
Or we will discuss you
With disdain
And loudly proclaim
How your decision affects
Us all
Put it upon your shoulders
The weight of someone else's fall
Proven or not

Irrelevent

What we want is to be right
And we will make ourselves wrong
To insist upon
How right we surely are
This is the majority
Babe
And the vast majority
By far
And the majority is
Always right
At the time
And when it's proven to be wrong
It tells itself lies
And hates to apologize

I’ve touched your soul
With my ***** mind
Smeared it all over
With jelly and juice
(And a barbecue dressing of some kind)
Put the thought of you to intimate use
(Repeatedly)
Whispered into your ear
Breathlessly
I’ve presented you with
The longest mental striptease
Anyone’s ever seen
And no matter how much mud I sling
There you sit
Soul pristine

I could make it seem like such toil
And claim I bleed for my poetry
But it is not at all work
It is a joy for me
Elation of creation
And then I set it free
But I can’t really let it go
It’s still a part of me

I think you’re an insensitive ****
And also a hypocrite
Too
You should also get over yourself
If you assume this poem is about you

I enjoyed so much about you
But it wasn't enough for you
You needed to be seen as perfect
To judge my heart be true
You can't be perfect
And unwilling to take criticism
Perfect people
Know how to listen.

We fell apart quickly
After falling together
Real slow
Don't really want it that way
But it's the only way it can go

A male chipmunk is referred to as a
BUCK
I find this iron-uck
Men must have chosen the word “male”
Without really thinking it through
If men of today were naming their gender
They’d be stallions or eagles or sharks
And chipmunks would be out of luck
They’d be referred to as
Penny instead of buck

We just met
And I don’t know if it’s stalking
Or kismet
However
It is
That you know me so well
Is it beautiful
Or terrifying?
I cannot tell

Take away my inhibitions
Take away my solitude
Fire me up with your resistance
Put me in the mood
Storm the walls around this prison
Leave the inmates, free the guards
Deal me up another future
From some brand new deck of cards
Take the chip off of my shoulder
Smooth out all the lines
Take me out among the rustling pines
Til it shines
Til it shines
Like an echo down a canyon
Never coming back as clear
Lately, I just judge the distance
Not the words I hear
I’ve been too long on these islands
I’ve been far too long alone
I’ve been too long without summer
In this winter home
Still, if we can make the effort
If we take the time
Maybe we can leave this much behind
Til it shines
Til it shines

It’s what I don’t focus on
I got my dark thoughts too
Evil, twisted
Childhood traumas
I somehow fetishize
When I focus on that side
But my brain gives me a choice
I get to hear the other voice
All the joys stay with me too
I get the yellow with the blue
Maybe it’s luck, maybe it’s skill
The ability not to dwell

I write him far-away poems
Jerking off in lamplight
Public *******
Reflecting back on my face
Screen attachment to a maybe
Baby

You keep wishing for all these common things
And acting like it’s rare
You wonder where all the nice guys are
When you’re only receptive to the loudmouth punks
Lamenting the lack of opportunity
While snubbing your nose at the ones
Available to you
Because you’re better than that
You’re better than that guy
You’re better than that job
You’re better than those friends
And that neighborhood
I’m beginning to suspect
You are so much better
Than your capacity for being any good

The heartbreaking part
Was the person that drug
Made you to be
Still so fun to be around
But such dishonesty
You became a thief
And a liar, too
I couldn’t stay long
Near the drugs and you
I have anger
For things you did under the influence
Or more usually trying to get under the
Influence
I got out pretty easily
I left that time I took you somewhere
And you stole from my friends
Of course, you say it wasn’t you
But you know I saw you were in that room
The heart breaking part
Was the loss of that absolute wonderful guy
On account of you skeezing to chase that high

My grandson might grow up to be a lawyer
He had a day that is bad
I said to him “why are you so angry?”
He replied, “I’m not angry, I’m just only mad”

He’s got some kinda mojo  
Filled right up to the brim
Spark of creation still alive
In the soul of him
Ancient primal jinn
Magic in his very skin

There it was
The Word
Undeniably unpopular
But true
Sorry the burden to say it
Had to fall on you

I wish to be the water that meanders down his chest and into his *****
I wish to be the oil in his bones
Deep in the grooves
Part of the system’s sustain
I wish to be the fire
That makes him laugh in the rain
Massage out his aches and pain
I think he thinks I overestimate him
But I think just as much of myself
And I know I’m not overestimating myself
He is lucky
Because of me
Whether or not it be
Something he ever sees

I put words in lines
And some of them rhyme
The illusion of poignancy
From one lame thought
Spread out
And about
To make something invisible
That someone can clearly see
Give the formless a body
The miracle of poetry

If I disappeared
Who would it matter to?
Surely not you  
Brought it hard as I could
I thought I did real good
It’s an acceptable failure
For me
At least
The way I see

I ache for you
And the hole you will someday fill
Hopefully, one day
If Fate be what she will
Perhaps it's fate to never meet
And ache all my life through
But I can't settle for a substitute
I'd rather wait for you
Whoever you may be
Whatever you may do
I hope when you finally show up
I will recognize you

You have set me on fire
Peacefully and blissfully
Yet it burns no less hot
Songs I’ve known for years
Are suddenly new
Days just seem more peaceful
And so does the view
Tingles, butterflies
Excitement brews
Mind frolicking
Thinking about you

Past the stage of blissful anonymity
He will not acknowledge me
I suppose it means that I am free
These ties are all imaginary
And even though I know it
Chained to him is still where I be
Completely unromantically

He cannot forgive himself for being imperfect
Doesn’t give himself any credit for being **** near close

Stop saying you are pushing him away
Because you care too much
And you don’t want to break his heart
Liar
You push him away
Because you want him to beg you
To let him stay

Beautiful muse
What I do to you
Permissionlessly
I bend you and shape you
To the will of me
According to who
I imagine you’d be
I wonder what you think
Of what I think I see
Maybe someday
You will tell me

This is your virtual
Mind massage
I can tell you need to put down your heavy
Thoughts
I am at your temples
Gentle circles
And then directing the vibes up and out
My palm across your forehead
An eraser on a blackboard
Thoughts out the top
Relaxed
Breathing
Steady and full
Your neck
So tight at first
Takes a little work
Feel my fingers gentle coaxing
Spine align
And knot forgot
Shoulders
Released of their load
Kneading out the memories
Of what you’ve been carrying
Blades and middles
Lowers and hips
Rubbed and oiled
Kissed with my lips
I hear you moan
I cannot stop
I’m taking you through bliss
I can tell you’ve never been
In it quite like this

All is fine
Let’s pretend
Not much of a stretch
But still
Stretched
Someday maybe
Almost fine ends
But at the same time
Almost fine
Is better than
Not good

I see you suffering
Behind the mask
Of smiles
That never reach your eyes
I’ve met your kind before
You would rather pretend to ignore
I do not push
I pretend too
I hope that is the best thing
To do for you

“Hit the road, Jack”
Just might be the most
Poignant line
In all of music

It’s like peeling off a sunburn
Once it has killed a layer of skin
And it comes off in huge
Satisfying flakes
And then little ones
That still want to stay
But I peel those suckers
Anyway
Shedding someone who could not stay

We take each other almost there
You’ll read this and go
Meh
Almost a waste of time
If there is such a thing
Depending upon
Investment
And whether getting to
Almost there
Is a pleasant distraction
Or a sidetrack
Maybe the two are the same thing
Or maybe almost there
Is as close as anybody gets

Neglect precedes
Abuse
Busted wagons mostly go downhill
Horseless
And often driverless
Too
But sometimes
Depending what passenger do
Busted wagons have been
Known to come through

I don’t respect you
Or any of your views
You’re a ******* of the highest order
But your poetry is brilliant
Which messes with my mental border
How can I possibly
Love poetry
Saying such ******* things?
But you’ve got some kinda magic
In the play of your words
The ring of your chords
Which make the absurd
Rhyme
Just this one time

Being remembered by millions of people is no more impressive than being known and loved by tens of people.

How do you tell someone
“That seems like the first draft”
When they feel like the thing is done?

I should be embarrassed
Standing here naked
For all to see
But nobody is paying
Any attention to me
So here I post
Determinedly
Someday
Someone will see
Whoever it be
The right one for me
Will
Tie me up
While setting me free

Not sentimental
Typically
When it comes
It’s a surprise to me
I could go on
About the whys
And careful worded
Overdue goodbyes
But hellos are
More interesting
One last goodbye
For all the goodbyes
I’ve got?
Why not?
Goodbye
Settling for less
Goodbye wrong ones
And accompanying mess
Goodbye poor choice
And self esteem
Welcome bold voice
And all that means
Take it on the chin
If must
Goodbye to to all that mental dust