I am in constant torment
Preaching self-love and self-joy
and not needing someone to validate me
But I will throw myself under buses
into gutters and rain
for people who don't appreciate my stars
and give me dirt in return
I will let myself burn under fires
of 'yes's instead of 'no's
and repeating I love you
when I've never felt more alone

My heart beats, its steady
and rhythmic drum
But it does not beat
for me.

Held captive,
by a silhouette.
A dim light,
Tracing her curves.
Raindrops dripping,
From her lips.
A wet sweetness,
I want to taste.

ROMEO &
...MARY.

Romeo and
Juliet?

Romeo and Juliet
....is it?

Sure isn't that all
I ever hear!

That Shakespeare has a lot
to answer for!

See how he stitched up
that poor Richard the **** chap!

He can give a body
the ****

so he
can!

Twisting everything
into that Möbius strip

imagination of
his!

I got my Romeo
fair and square

...so I did!

Yeah yeah, I know
he still carries a torch

"Oh Juliet Juliet wherefore
art thou Juliet."

he cries
out in his sleep.

But, I don't care where
he gets his appetite

as long as he
eats at home!

Sometimes in the midst
of our...eh...great passions

he will call her
name instead

of mine
that filthy little swine.

Sometimes his mind will
even wander back to

to....what's her
face...oh...Rosalind.

Juliet married
Paris in Paris

had ten kids
lost her fine figure

ran to fat
imagine that!

I'd like to see her teach
the torches to burn bright

ha ha
nowadays!

And that, was( despite what
rot was wrote): THAT!

Rosalind had many many
husbands

none of them
her own!

Died of the pox
had it coming to her.

Me & my
hubby still

going strong
50 years married

this forthcoming
July now

put that in
your new biography

and tell it how
it is.

Romeo &
Mary Kathleen Priscilla O' Keefe.

Storm clouds hanging heavy on the horizon
moving slowly this way, that way, got
my eyes on them,
crawling ever on
like a ****** with a gun
that's aimed at me.

Secretly they fascinate,
the way they lacerate the sky.

Umbrella man
with head held high
can understand
though cannot see
the reason why
the sky flows
overhead.

I see trouble brewing
words of
bitterness
accruing,
some goings on
that need
some
seeing too.