Don’t choose me
If you have to choose
I’m going to be
With one
Who cannot help
But be
With me

Is it almost an insult to you
A low-value me
Thinking anything could possibly be
Do you laugh and mock
At the foolish groupie
If you happen to look
What do you see?
I can only look from my inside view
Thinking I have something of value
To offer you
I am just a joke
I know this to be true
But funny may be something
In your life, you could use
In your serious business
Of blowing your flute
In any event
I offer my fruit
It’s yours
To use
Whether or not
You choose

Here now
Hopefully
Comes a celebration of
The ordinary
The man who doesn't
Entertain or incite
The righteously unright
The overly uptight
Armed and angry
It's a disease
The blinding need
To think self righteously
While blaming the needy
For your extra unmet "needs"
But now you live vicariously
Through those you envy for their greed
Out of shape and out of steam
And this is who
You
Choose to envy
We need to look up to
The ordinary

I shot myself in the foot
With all those love poems
Written for someone who didn’t read ‘em
Plastered them here and other places
Write in everyones’ faces
Alright
And now
It didn’t work out
And anyone else I catch feelings for
Is gonna see this whole lovesick score
Written by me
To some other man
Maybe I’ll write for him, too
But I’ve already said every
Romantic thing I could say
And the next one who comes my way
Is gonna get some hand-me-down
Watered down
Version of something I already said
About loving someone else until I was dead
And I’ll never get him out of my head
But, now he is fading
A new one will come soon
(I hope)
And I’ve already promised those stars and that moon
To the one who used to make me swoon
Will I be singing the same tune?
I hope it will sound new
And not like “Love Poems,
Slightly revised version, Two”

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.”

Outside
Alone
And the sounds
Sometimes just the wind
Peaceful
Even with birds
Fighting in background
Tom cats wailing
Tortured haunts of the quiet
Somehow
It’s still peaceful
Outside
Alone

My guy won’t be the type to ever say
“I’ll die for you.”  
He will say, “I’ll get us both through.”

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

What could’ve been
Would never apply to us
You’d have to be a different person

You’ll think of me
Occasionally
Maybe not now
But eventually
I will appear in your mind
I’ve settled in your soul
I went in through your skin
Before you knew I was there
But now
You are aware
You ignore
Which is fair
But there’s still something there
You never saw before
***** and rusty
And so much dust
But I still try to shine
Right through my over-baked crust
Inside the flavor
I cannot say
A unique blend of spices
Mostly

It's hard to find a boring meme
You seem to have a knack
I don't wanna be the one
To have to tell you
Your meme judger
Is just
Out of whack
I suppose it would be fine
In a lineup of one or two
But you share them en masses
And in bulk
And now I've got to wade on through
There's the one about the sick kid
Complete with image of his twisted leg
And a "inspirational" note
About how his father walked ten miles to beg
Now dad has a bike
Give the meme a like
Dad now rides his bike
To beg
Instead of taking a long hike
Combined with hundreds
Of such things
All across your feed
I'd say you've done the impossible
And found lots of boring memes

I get annoyed by the Cocomelon song
Calling a boo-boo an owie
And then
I get annoyed with myself
For being
THAAAT person
******* about a Cocomelon song
Still
Here I am
Allowing myself
The luxury of whining about
Meaningless ****
We might as all well
Take a moment
To whine about meaningless ****
What a freaking luxury!
Right now
Take the moment
Then
Get over it
Cocomelon who?

I aim to be
His mental ******* machine
Tickle his brain
Relieve some of his pain
Catch his hope in his chest
Fill up his lungs with his next fresh breath
I want him to see himself through my eyes
Sometimes
And feel his own  effect with his beautiful vibe
Maybe he is too ******* himself
Doesn’t feel worthy of **** near worship
Or maybe it’s annoying
For real, who would want that ****?  
All these “maybes”
To hide the fact
The reason is me
Not accepting what will never be
Ownership of what I cannot achieve
Might be what’s most healthy
But pretending he’s  not there
And I don’t see
How beautiful he be
Does not feel like freedom
To me

If trees screamed out in agony
Do you think we'd cut them down?
Maybe just more quickly
But we'd probably just
Start ripping them up
Right straight from the ground.  
Until they could no longer
Make a sound
Before we proceed
To chop the trees
Piece by piece
I's before E's
Convenience and ease
Meets unbridled greed

How can it possibly
Be
That you are so **** beautiful to look at
Yet so uninteresting to watch?
You ride in the middle of the road
Every direction you go
Takes you nowhere but coasting
All downhill for you
Which is probably why
You have not much to contribute
It’s enough, though to sail
The fair winds forever
Most of us wish we could
Uninteresting it may be
A life that is too easy
Would certainly be
The choice of me

I don’t know if I’m a blessing disguised as a wreck
Or just a wreck
I haven’t figured myself out, yet

My story is ugly
No matter how much glitter I apply

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

I want to get under your skin
Infect your within
Shot of my witch’s brew
It might make you itch
Though
At first
Then thirst
You feel the spirit of me
Almost physically
Vibrationally
Thirst turns to burn
The pilot light
Is on
Fuel parasite
Maybe useful it be
We will see

I just sent my grandkids
A video montage
Of heroic dogs saving the life of their
Owners
And told them if they want a dog
They should show it to their mum
If those kids ever need an alibi
I’d surely give them one
The next video I sent to them
Was of a prank
Feeding seagulls at the beach
French fries mixed with laxatives
On a busy, sunny day
If it ever comes about
The seagull huge **** spout
Don’t ask me who did it
I’ll never say

The only thing worse than being ignored
Is negative recognition
When people who don’t like you
Go overboard
In hating , **** talking, and dissing
Most of the times
It’s in whispers
And everyone loves to listen
Negativity seems to be
More popular than things that are sweet
I suppose loving the drama and rotting  meat
Is part of being a human being

I didn’t intend to give you as much as you got
But you monopolize a lot of my thoughts

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

Once upon a time
I waited for you
Anticipation
For when you’d come through
Sometimes often
Often sometimes
No way to predict
Waiting for unreliability
Gets old really quickly
Now, I hardly notice
But sometimes I still check to see
I am past it,
Mostly

Some people get upset
When you say
“ENOUGH!  
I’ll no longer endure your abuse!”
You have completely offended them
When you refuse to submit to their
Selfish use
Guilt trips and gossip
And so many complaints
Pretending everything is
Something it ain’t
It takes strength to refuse
And energy to walk away
But if you take the first step
The trek turns to stroll
And it gets more pleasant
Every day

Whispers are most interesting
To patient ears

And now it has become our place
Removers of the grievous waste
Of lunitical hypocrital D(Tr)unp  
Festering there
Right in the middle of our square
Stinking, frothing, full of ****
It is our place
And the time has come

I’ve noticed you changing
Being more accommodating
It’s surely nice to see
But this little bit means nothing to me
Develop a pattern
And prove you’re sorry
For that back shelf position
Where you left me
And maybe
Just maybe
I will learn to believe

Better be careful how you treat me
I can eviscerate you
Through poetry
A timeless critique
Of you
By me

Completely deleted
Fully retreated
Like it was never there
No image of you to haunt me
Nothing for me to care
I'll be gone just as easy for you
The easiest breakup we'll ever do
I suppose it's something
To appreciate
You went out as quick as you came
It was fate

Little boys
With certain haircuts
A nostalgia nod to you
I just wish the little boy
Didn't grow up to
Do the ****** things
You always do.  
I know the hurt is not intentional
But you never think it through
I'm pretty sure
If you were me
You wouldn't talk to you
And I choose my sanity
So we will not see this through

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

It’s not the coulda woulda shouldas
That get to me
It’s the couldn’ta wouldn’ta and shouldn’tas
That I dwell on

You wanted to pretend he would love you forever
When you knew it could never be
You blame him, now, because he couldn't live up to the fantasy
You knew you shouldn't beleive
You tell all his secrets
In and out the sheets
Hating him for ending
Something that could never be

I wrote two poems
One by accident
And one through toil
One rolled out of me
Free
And easy
The other
Much like this
Was nothing but a chore
That was the one I really worked for
You'd think I'd be prouder of it
Than the one that flowed easily
But something about the power of pen and muse
Feels miraculous to me

The high balcony
Far enough away for me to be
Anonymously
Lady teaching toddler about sidewalks
So beautiful to see

If I were Frida
You would be me
If you were the vote
I’d be Susan B. Anthony
If I were a slave
You’d be being free
I am a poet
You are my muse
Maybe against your will
I have put you to use
It is a theft, really
To create art out of someone’s energy
But how can one steal
Something that’s free?  
It’s probably not easy being me
But from my point of view
It seems to be
What more could an artist ever wish for
Than such an incredible muse?
It’s rhyme
And a chaos of words
Right
And left
And mostly right
And then,
Mostly left again
All over the place
Yet so focused
Obviously not bogus
But that’s just from my point of view
I have no idea what it feels like
To be the muse
I do know, for sure
I wouldn’t be as good as you
The perfect muse

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?

I had a stroke
And almost lost hope
Barely escaped death's
Gnarly claws
But jeesch!
What's a fifty year old lady got to do
To get her
Menopause?

Do you really think I’m going to suddenly change my mind in between the first and second time you make me ex out of your advertisement?

He never actually said it to me
He just wrote it in his poetry
I suppose it’s a testament to what a great poet he is
That I took it so personally

He doesn’t want to see me
Whatever his reason be
But there is no way
I can’t take it personally

You are the constant
Who I would choose
First
The yardstick of the strongest wood
Smacking up against my thighs
Filling me up with red and fire
And so what if it’s all a fake?
Only true for my own sake
Maybe I owe you an apology
For taking your apathy
So personally

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

You have a power over me
The power to annoy
You just hit an
Uncomfortable chord
And as strange as it may seem
That whiny twang
Is still necessary
To remind the ego in me
That I am faulted, and so petty

I want to lay you down on thick grass
In a meadow surrounded by forest
To look upon the quiet reflected in your face
Where is all that drama?
Gone without a trace.
Clothes become gone, too
And I just sit in awe of naked, beautiful you
We sun in silence
‘Cept the birds
Collecting all our unsaid words
Singing them back in bird language
Is this Heaven? Can I be dead?
Time seems to be kind
Lazy passing by
So comfortable between us
We don’t even have to try

To keep the peace
I let you have a piece
And you kept that, too
It wasn’t worth the argument
To proclaim it didn’t really belong to you
For all your posturing delusions
I’m pretty sure you knew it, too

The current political climate
Would be hilarious
If it weren’t so serious
Too
Cult like
Downright weird
So many have become
Over a man
Who whatever he got
Would not give them some
But as selfish and mean as that **** be
He gives them someone to blame for their
Misery
Far into the future our descendants will see
How foolishly
Following a narcissist can be

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

Halfway
Is average
Far enough
But nobody knows
Where they are
On their
Path
Death could come
Anytime
Anyway
And take halfway to
Finish
In the course of just one day