Poetry
Silence
And so loud
Screams of joy and agony
Even whispers too
Living loud
Imaginarily
Poetry can do

Action speaks louder than words
But inaction
SCRRREEEEAAAAMMMMSSSSS
Silently

I come to see if you brought it
Like only you can do
Gentle tickle
Of my soul
Your presence
Ignites me
Simmer shiver
Brings me to my form
Gentle and warm
To a brisk simmer
It’s a new summer
And you are the sun who makes me shimmer

It will be the easy way
Or the hard way
So simple
Yet so complicated

Sometimes I pretend you're speaking to me
Even though
I know
That can't possibly be
I imagine you're feeling my absence
And yearning for my soul
In my mind
We are twin flames
But only one of us knows

It must be a roller coaster
Being my muse
One day, you’re perfect
The next
You **** moldy rocks
I have many muses
Hundreds even
And I could write one
*******, ******* poem
And who knows how many people
Would think, “maybe I am an *******.”
It’s the reverse muse
The dark matter in between
The effect on the author
And
The effect on the muse
Who is really just an innocent party
Judged throughout time
Via a burn in poetry
Nobody knows it’s you, maybe
But it’s all in the energy
Kept alive through my poetry
And I am shallow and petty
But it feels like sinless revenge to me

I do my **** talkin'
In prose
Even though nobody knows
Who the intended target may be
Master ninja **** talker poet
That is me

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

He used to look
So perfect to me
But that was before
I could see clearly
Now, he’s just a faulted man
Still worthwhile
Maybe
Something I’ll probably
Never see

I’m just gonna say it
And feel about it whatever you will
But if you’re still trying that *******
“let’s go Brandon,”
Like it’s the burn of the century
You can laugh as loud as you want
But the joke is not on me

He blows his nose on tablecloths
And wipes his *** with the decorative hand towel hanging on the rod
Then, he tries to flush it
Overflows the toilet, but hides his ****** evidence
He brings a boom box into church to listen to ol’ ***** ******* and NWA
He gets ejected from libraries because he wanks off into encyclopedias
He wears cleats on the basketball court
He turns the batteries over in every remote he encounters
He drives around neighborhoods in the summer, blasting ice cream truck music, carrying no ice cream, or even ice
He covers rocks with snow, and throws “snowballs” at little kids
He secretly walks up behind old ladies and puts gum in their hair
He dines and dashes at every restaurant, after being incredibly rude to the waitstaff
He puts superglue on flies, and dangles them in front of frogs
He brings dandelions wherever he goes, so he can blow them all over every well-manicured lawn he sees
He takes all but the last four squares of toilet paper out of every restroom he enters
He never refills the ice trays
He dumps all the juice out of the pickle container, and leaves the pickles with the lid off
He slits long openings into window screens
He cuts the wicks off too short on candles
He goes on the office morning coffee run, and gets everyone decaf
OK.  I’m lying
He doesn’t do any of those things
But he’s still a ****
For unnamed reasons

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

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

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 asked him to go slowly
So he took it down to a crawl
When he gives me what I need
The medicine don’t go down sweet

I cannot answer your calls
You are no longer wild and crazy and fun
Now you are just wild and crazy
Looking for something to serve as a gun
So you can pretend you didn’t pull the
Trigger
They are all around
Triggers
And you pull every one
On all those imaginary guns
Slow suicide
Painfully slow
Sometimes I wish you’d just hurry up and go

Jump to conclusions
Jitterbug and tap dance
So concerned over
Who I let in my pants
You think it defines me
And maybe that’s true
But your obsessive interest
Says more about you

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

You talk like you're the expert
On almost everything
Once you make your statement
You act like it came from King
And all of us should bow down
To the wisdom that you bring
But a genuis is smart enough to know
They don't really know
Anything

You are so smart
And I love that about you
But please stop trying to prove it
You don't have to use obscure words
To advertise that you know them
Be smart enough to know
Intelligence is not measured in
How many words you understand
But in how good you are at using
Words to be understood

Trying to appear edgy
Not smooth
Rough neither
Wannabe something in between
Smedgy
That’s you, white bread
Pretending to be exotic
Smedgy

You made me work
It was worth it

Women can sometimes be kinda daft
We call disloyal men “dogs”
I’m not sure if we do so because we don’t
Know men
Or maybe we don’t know dogs
We don’t know pigs, either
Snakes, though…
Snakes we understand

The mind plays tricks
Says what it doesn’t mean
When it meant it at the time
Writers have to see their mind
One moment
Splayed out
Never to grow
Stuck in time
Snapshot of the mind

Maybe it’s just me
But it sure feels good to sneeze
Sometimes it’s expected
Tingle in nose
Sometimes it’s a surprise
But a sneeze is one of the pleasures of life
That just doesn’t get it’s due
But that’s because
It can be loud and obnoxious too
It’s surprising to me
How much sneezes have in common with
You

The seven dwarfs
Disney cut
Were unsuccessful in their lawsuit
Against him
Scratchy
Dummy
Stinky
*****
*****
Hairy
And Fattie
Never recovered from Disney’s burn

It is like looking for small roaches in full
Ashtrays
Your hands are gonne get *****
But it will probably be worth it
And the stain washes off
Easily
With soap and water

A day
Like yesterday
And the day before
It’s probably not fair to complain
I wish there was something more
Some days
There is

I cannot hear what you don’t say
Silence is not your typical way
Could be black or white
But you choose gray
It’s perfectly ok
That you don’t want to play
You have your reasons
Valid and true
If I ain’t your flavor
I hope you find what you savor
I pray you have in your crew
Someone delicious to you

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

He didn't break you
You were already broken
He just played with you
Indelicately
It will be him
To whom the blame switches
For all your failures and faults
In order to avoid blaming yourself
Your mind does somersaults

Some people have a need to look down
It could be one of a hundred reasons
Every one of them true
But they got a skew in their view
They don’t even know you
The best thing to do
Is let them pump and postulate
Ego boost and self *******
Then you smile and say “have a nice day”
Thinking “thank goodness I can walk away”

Were you expecting a chase scene?
Where I run after you
To continue
This useless encounter
Or whatever it was
Too many minutes
Passed off as love
I prefer for you to disappear
Do your thing
But please not here

Do I have your permission
To continue using you
As my muse?
It’s selfish of me
Maybe
To use you
Good and bad, too
My own ends
Nothing in it for you

As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I've learned much from both of their styles

Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet
And the *** is for all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

Your apology came with a guilt trip
That's not an apology
Or even an excuse
You would have done better to say nothing
Than something with so little use

I’m not sorry about the things I said
Yet
But I will be
And that’s the closest you might ever get
To an apology

Maybe I might
Have a crush on you
Except I don't pay attention
To half of the things you do

Nooks and crannies
Of who I be
I offer to share with thee
And trust in me
You will keep
To let me see
Your nooks and crannies

Rock my brain
******
Of the main vein
Give me tingles
Make me wish I was there
Connection via thin air
Through your poetry
You can bring you along
And I will bring me
It’s magic, really
Connection via poetry
I give you the power
To do that to me
Oh so willingly

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

Pretty privilege
Is ******* by ***** privilege
Which can make up for lots of
Less
If you’ve got big enough *******
The rest of you can be a mess

Sometime soon
You’ll come around here
To check
What did I do
And you won’t help but notice
I was thinkin’ about you

She’s volatile
And weak
But growing and healing
So to speak
So she speaks
Words volatile and weak
Turns round
Through
Speak

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

He is water on fire
Exotic hamster
Invisible high wire
He is thick warm moss
Climbing up the side of this tree
He is spiral giggles
And I like that he notices 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

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 the type to encourage me
When I’m feeling all pretty and strutting my ***
He likes a proud woman
Filled up with cinnamon
And sassafras
Women blossom
Around him
He’s surely a worker bee
I feel my bud opening
Awaiting him to lay some work on me

My ten year old grandson
The scientist
Doesn't eat like me or you
Since he has informed me
He infuses salt into his food
I told him I thinkle
We all just sprinkle