It has to be said that
I've always thrived in dives
And stumbled in polite society
You see, I tend to talk too much
And laugh in all the wrong places
These modern eternals hate me
Because I smoke and I'm still alive
And I constantly smell of tobacco
So I'll stick to the dives
And the undemanding low-lifes
Who, like myself
Simply do not care

                             By Phil Roberts

because I wanted the poem
to feel
as rare
as my father’s
anger, and because

a pigeon
is
what it eats, and because

mad with bread
the oven
my brother
buried
took a snapshot
of our dog
bigfoot
sleeping
in hell, and because

my son is not a pattern
his body
can resume:  the alien was impressed

but my mother
god love her
was bored

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Money in the pocket of the biggest shareholder

Day by day, we grow older
Love is lost, hearts grow colder

So while you still can, you should hold her
Say what you feel, before you wish you'd told her

Don't stash your dreams away, in that folder
As you care less what they think, you'll get bolder

Listen to those, who need a shoulder
Let her live, don't try to mold her

Don't sell your soul, for something golder

Bought me a jigsaw puzzle
Just randomly off the shelf
Price, didn't give a ****
Offered it to passerbys
Maybe one could decipher
And piece themselves whole
Met one who stepped out
So I opened that puzzle
Cut it right down middle
They half and me half
And so we parted our ways
Ya see no matter how close
Just how close fitting them
Always missing or lost one
So why not toss half those
Gives your imagination chance
To never finish letting go
To stop being so stagnate
It will greet you one day
I know

My black wingspan can shadow the Sun
Drawing eyes skyward from far below
The light shining off my beautiful bald head
Only reflects darkness for all others enough said
I'm not so special least that's the belief
Soaring patiently just for that moment
An ungracious landing so unlike my flight
Go figure I'm eager just to finally eat
Hopping and chomping hoping nothing draws near
For if something or someone gets too close
No I won't **** on myself that just cools me off
I'll regurgitate, lighten my load, get the hell out of there!
Because not a lick of predator runs through me
Just that big Mellow one, yet do you see?
Reducing final stages of decay effortlessly left behind
No need now at this point to thank me
Simply let me be and ****** stop judging me!

i am overcome with grief and guilt every time i wash my hands
because i do not know how much of you is left in the fine lines of my palms

i want you to know, the poem you wrote
it really touched my heart
did you have an idea when you wrote it
that it would be the spark
to lighten up the inner flame
that would brighten up my dark
a poem that touched my very soul
and left on it, it's mark

did you know the words you chose
brought me to my knees
and that those very words you chose
were at that moment what i needed
they caused the clouds to separate
and the sun to shine on me
the words you chose
swung wide open the closed
door in front of me

i just wanted you to know
about the poem you wrote