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

You are the type to eat your young
Not all at once
But bit by bit
Torturous biting into
Any part different from you
There’s nothing left of them
By the time that you get through

Can I force it?
What will come to me
Inspirationlessly?
Nothing to say
All the space to say it in
And a brain all too thin
On ideas and big thoughts
What can little thoughts be?
Meaningless nothings
Wasted on a brain
Almost insane
Wanting to say
Something, anything
Waste paper space
But starting is something
Every poem needs
Even the waste of paper ones
Paper is worth wasting on potential

He is soul groove
Pops on in
Busts a move
And goes on out
Again
Leaving me wanting more
Here I sit
Watching the door

Welcome to the water bottle parade
It is the new big thing
You, too,
Can be cool
Depending upon from what you drink
Does it have a straw
Or a cool liquid draw
And what happens if you drop it?
How ‘bout the handle
Is it the one finger hold
Or must you carry it in your palm?
And does it include a cool charm?
Is the color properly
Pleasing and bright
With the extra option to glow at night?
Is it Wi-Fi attached
And perfectly matched
To the rest of your dishes at home?
Does it have GPS
That you can somehow connect
To find it with your phone?  
Who cares how much water it holds
Or how long it will keep it cold?
Does it look cool
With all the brand new
Features for others to wish for?  
Water bottles are of little use
If all they can do is hold water and juice

I have no wings
In fact
I am crawling, too
Get on my back
Ride me like a horse
I will carry you

He got me dreaming
Feening
For a taste
His little bit of nothing
He breaks off to me
Feels like a **** buffet
I’m caught up in his wave
On it all the way
To the break

You tell me “it’s not that simple,”
You’re right
Nothing ever is
Simple it would be without human frailty
It is that simple
We are too weak
Or at least
You are too weak
About that otherwise simple thing
Don’t feel insufficient
If you were always strong enough
You’d be a freak

I wrote two poems about how much I missed you
And you’ve only been gone for a day
I posted
Reconsidered
Deleted
I was scared to come off that way
I didn’t want to appear needy
Or make you feel you couldn’t go away
Too much overthinking
Or maybe too much truth
I have to admit to myself
That I need you
And now, I’m here
Admitting it
To you
I feel your absence right into my chest
Awaiting you with bated breath
And I deleted those poems
I was too shy to show
And I thought to myself
If I’m scared to tell you
It’s probably something you should know
So this is the new,  undeleted poem
Putting my weakness for you
Right on show

The house is made of wood
The family made of stone
Chips may fall
It will grind down
Someday
It may be gone
Depending upon
The storms
Or lack thereof

We dance in public
Yet alone
With the music we make in our minds
You and I
Sometimes from across the room
Using only our eyes

We all want to be profound
Reveal some hidden common ground
Search for it through words and prose
Strive to touch both nuns and hoes
That's why they keep poets around
Displayers of the common ground
Right before we tear it down
And build a tunnel underground
Or a bridge, maybe
The problem with poets
You see
Universally known

They can't leave well enough
Alone

I’ve been well loved by many
But I’ve been well hated too
With the right smarmy attitude
The haters can bring the best out of you
Thank you to all those *******
Wishing sadness, talking ****
Without the motivation
To prove you wrong
I surely couldn’t have accomplished
Half of it

Road rage
While on foot
Everywhere
Crust and soot
Clogging pores and pipes
Wailing yips of
The woefully over-hyped
Many who walked in the dark
Manage now to see
And understand the destruction
Of their complacency
I suppose, one day
We shall see
What becomes of those
Who made this come to be

I’m not bleeding
Crying
Or claiming needing
Trying
By feigning my brain is frying
Or want to dying
I’m not berserk or flipping my lid
But would it help me if I did?

When the Boy got you thinking
Wishful daydreams
Floating, sinking
What if
No way
Maybe

We'll see

Every life leads to
Something bigger than
The sum of the parts
Tissues, fluids
Meat, bones
Kids
Creations
Art
What is left
Is rarely nothing
We live on
Somehow
The lucky ones

How do you stay grounded and sane
When you’re the best
And it’s been that way
Barely a contest
Everyone bows
Kowtows
Tell you you’re great
Repeating every line you say
Going so far out of their way
For a sliver of attention
You may, or may not pay
But either way
They will say
A repeat of some fake fantasy
That you and they
Jammed and played
And now they claim to know you
Intimately
And you’re like “what the heck is that one’s name?”
But you play the game
Smiling and nodding and many
Hand shakes
So much work
And Fuckery and Fakes
To build up a legend
But that’s what it takes

You will feel my absence
Musing wondering
How does she be?
And then you will come looking for me
Whether or not
I can see you
You will want to know
What I am up to
And maybe one day
You’ll appear again
And we can be friends

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?

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

Old dogs
Are much more keen
On learning new tricks
Than the stories would have you believe

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

Sometimes I forget
The difference between
The slip in a fortune cookie
And poetry

I could get all dramatic
And claim my heart is ablaze
Burning and twisting apart in all ways
I could talk about pretend pillow tears
Force you into the role I want you to play
Pledge undying loyalty for years and years
Guilt you into feeling some kinda way
But it ain’t my nature
To complain
In fact, though
My heart IS ablaze
Embers flying every which way
Smoke sometimes choke
And coughs up some soot
But mostly things feel pretty good
Whether you wouldn’t or whether you would

Lay a whisper on me, please
Set it out on the breeze
Nobody has to hear it
Not even me
Send me some love
Anonymously
If that’s the way
It has to be

I’d like to say I remember you fondly
All you past boyfriends of mine
Some of you, I still think about
But
Most of you, I’ve forgotten by now
It’s not that you mean nothing to me
I’m sure I learned something from you
And if you learned anything from me
You’ll have forgotten me too

Sometimes it’s smartest to pretend it didn’t exist
Dear  Lone Ranger
Don’t be a stranger

Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your cowboy boots and your painted on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here looking like that
Here comes my baby
Draggin' my heart behind
He's drivin' me crazy
Who says love is blind
He's got a wanderin' eye and a travelin' mind
Big ideas and a little behind
Out with a different woman every night
But I remember when he was mine
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your high heel boots and your painted on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Waltzing right in here lookin' like that
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunny sack
Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin' like that
I just can't stand it
To see him on the town
He's out slow dancing
With every girl around
I'm a softhearted woman he's a hardheaded man
And he's gonna make me feel just as bad as he can
He's got himself a mean streak a half a mile wide
Now he's dancing on this heart of mine
Ooh, Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your high heel boots and your painted on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your cowboy boots and your painted on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that

Anger is a common occurrence when you’re dating a *****

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And that’s all I have to say about that.

I am an insignificant
Frail and faulted human being
So when it comes to questioning
The powers that be
It is extremely presumptuous of me
But I can’t help but wonder
When it comes to armpit and ***** hair
“**** it, Mother Nature;
Was that really necessary?”

One of us
Owes the other
An apology
The guilty party
Is me
But I twist it to such a degree
I truly believe
I had a good reason to…
Shut up
Self
That’s the ego in me
Feeding me
Stupidity
*******, ignorant foolish, moronic
Bad decision to the speed of sonic
BOOM
Set fire to
The entire
ROOM
But I don’t back out gracefully
Like I should do
Instead
I play a hundred tunes
About fire and heat and burning alive
There I go, spilling out jive
As if that could possibly
Put out a fire

It is a win
When I ignore them
You know the type
The reaction they seek
Will be how they perceive it to be
They declare themselves a win
No matter how it really goes down
There’s really more consequence
Than reward
In trying to trip up a clown
The act gets old quick
And can somebody bring
A trapeze artist around?

The basketball in my backyard is on an
Adventure
Taken by the wind
On a journey to and fro
One end to the other
And back again through the green
And I can’t help thinking
That’s the happiest basketball
I ever seen

Once upon a time
There was a queen
Of a land nobody’s ever seen
She sent out the brochures
Invited one, in particular
And one only
Whether he showed up
Still remains to be seen

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

Success is simply
Passing it on
Whatever it is

Wishes are free
And from what I can see
Pretty empty
But it’s not over, yet
We shall see

You're the coolest dork I've ever met
You figured it all out
Accidentally
And lucked into a life of
Luxury
I wish it would make you
Happy
But something inside
You cries
At the weight of the ties
And the necessary lies
The burden of successful tries

He bangs
To the beat
Of the non conformed
Unabashedly
Off kilter
Wobbly
Left or right  
He turns the middle of a sunny day
Deep into a night
I want to share some of his journey
Company along the way
In and out
We come about
Then out
And around again

I have set myself free
Wondering if someone will come after me
It can’t be just anybody
He’s gotta be a special somebody
To me
Maybe he doesn’t exist
Or he’s someone from the past I missed
Lots find their one
I hope I am one of them
Who doesn’t have to wonder
About their someone
For all my days, until they’re done

It is poetic that “eyes” and “skies” rhyme
**** and luck
Love and glove
**** and slick
(Sick, too, but only if you’re not safe)
Sneeze and breeze
Please and knees
This can only mean
Words want to be in a poem

I spill my guts out
In case you don’t see
You might only get
A stomachache from me
I give you madd props
For risking it
….that fall from the tops .
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Maybe you see
All that worthwhile in me

Sometimes there is only the long way
It’s a magic road that sets me back,
The second I take a shortcut
And the road is already impossibly long
It is worth going
If you are there
And if you are not
There have been sunny days
And enthralling breezes
It was worth going
Either way

Each poem
Stands on it’s own
For what it’s worth
Beginning to end
It remains
What it’s worth
Changing
Perhaps
Through time
Some tarnish
Others shine

Dancing expressively
Breaks from rules
Occasionally
Blending what could be
With reality
Penning odes of praise
For what should be
As written by me
Myself right there
For all to see
Maybe someday soon
These poems
Will make me think
Of someone other than you
Or it could be
These poems remind you
Of someone other than me

“I wish I would’ve wrote this”
A commonplace feeling for a poet
Though just as easy it be
“I wish someone wrote that
About me.”

Am I taking pieces of you
For my own use
When I write you in my poetry?
And if I do
Do I at least
Leave a piece of me?
I feel like the lucky one
To have such a spectacular muse
But I ain’t no slouch
When  it comes to poetry
You got lucky
To be the muse
Of a pretty good poet
Like me
The spectacular muse
With the pretty good poet
There’s no telling what that could be
But it will be written
And thus
A part of our history

Lady, your kid is a brat
But I imagine
You already know that