You're losing weight,
You're eyes are bright,
You're skin is smooth,
Clear and bright,
You're looking great.

You've got a skip
In your step,
You haven't used
****** yet;
Your hair is dark
And deeply thick,
Botox hasn't
Touched your lips.
You don't use an
Under-shaper,
Or lipo-suction
To fit a diaper.

I do believe
You're aging well,
Enjoy what's heaven
On the way to hell.

I took a walk before dark
after the rain broke and had
to pass through the park
choked with winter briar
empty vials needles dog ****
piles and broken pieces of slide
rusting out beside a swing set
frame with rusty chains holding
up empty space while the whole
******* place looks like it could
use a tetanus booster if we hope
to have any kind of future clubs.

Learning Objective:
Discover hatred for a poem you previously loved

As I sit upon this great stone
I take in the majestic view
It is not a view on the mountaintop
But much smaller indeed
Quiet and humble in it's existance
It's merely a view seen from this rock
That's stood here since the Ice Age
Slowly melting under the elements
But majestic nevertheless
I wonder and speculate in silence

Would this very rock
That looks so large in my eyes
Once have been
But a small pebble under the Ice
Before all these countless trees grew here
I close my eyes and picture
This forest without all its treasures
Then build it up slowly again
In the depths of my limited mind

These trees so tall and evergreen
Produce gasses and chemicals
And as they spit out their oxygen
Tirelessly in vast amounts
As the sun gazes upon them
The air becomes purer
So pure in fact
That a strange grey-greenish beard
Celebrates it's existance
On the barks of these giants

The countless lakes mirror their surroundings
As the drowsy sun paints them orange
Laying itself to sleep beyond the horizon
And as the sea has its own scent
So do these lakes
They leave an indescribable scent
On the skin of the human bathing in it
Leaving her hear soft and lush

The last rays of the sun
Force their way through openings
In the ceiling of this forest
Creating lightbeams
Seemingly rising from the forest floor
Absolute silence aside from my slowly beating heart
I strech my weary wings
Straighten my feathers
Close my eyes forever
And acknowledge that my time is up at last

Covered in slime,
On a new calf's legs,
Blowing and wheezing
To clear your lungs...
Commence breathing.

Spring, chirp in,
Crack the shell of ice
And open your beak
For the first worms
of Summer.

Spring, stalk in
With the dandelions,
Smear rouge on your tulips,
And sally forth
Looking for Love
In the asparagus.

"Buy a Star!
Own a Star!"

The sales are brisk,
For cross-eyed lovers,
Cross-hearted, lost,
Beneath the spinning constellations
Burning immortal exhalations,
Desiring forever oxytoxic bliss,
Burning ******* and hearts
Yearn longevity of stars....

PT Barnum saw his opportunity:
Sold cotton candy,
Hawked elephants,
Gawked dwarves,
Hid the razors from
Fierce bearded ladies,
Even sold the elephants' dung,
Provender to exotic gardens....

Barnum's packing up
The Pachyderms,
So Hawkers have us
Gazing on the stars....

"Step right up! See the stars!"
Purchase your fire in the sky!
Your lover's name,
Fixed in the firmament  
A million years!

At least the cotton candy
And the elephant dung
Served some earthy, earthly good,
Paid dentists' children's college,
Fertilized the family food.

So now go claim a distant star,
A million, billion miles away,
Its light must make its journey
A thousand years or more
To greet your eyes, and yet,
Your lover's sighs predict
A hundred dollars' better spent
Than on a good Chablis,
Cementing mortal love in
Distant stars so permanent,
Visited through telescopic glass
Atop our rented tenements.

My unrelenting guardian of the years,
to claw the scales of blindness from my eyes
won't spare the consequences of my fears.

Bankrupted soul, emotional arrears
will send me seeking you in anguished cry,
my unrelenting guardian of the years.

Removing self from lover's touch come near,
avoiding agony of being passed by
won't spare the consequences of my fears.

A draught of venom cloaked as cup that cheers
is snatched away before I drink it dry
by unrelenting guardian of the years.

The flaying of my own back, copious tears,
repeated penances all gone awry
won't spare the consequences of my fears.

When called upon for strength, he will appear;
should I refuse the help, he'll let me lie.
My unrelenting guardian of the years
won't spare the consequences of my fears.

POETS ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE SEA AND THE SAND LIKE ITS ROMANTIC. THEY SAY THE TIDE KISSES THE BEACH EVERY TIME IT COMES HOME. BUT TO ME IT LOOKS A WHOLE LOT LIKE ABUSE. THE WAY THE SEA REAMS UP TO COME CRASHING DOWN ON WORTHLESS SPECS OF SAND THAT USE TO BE SHELLS AND LIVING CREATURES. NOW BATTERED TO THE POINT OF NOTHINGNESS. SO NO TO ME IT REMINDS ME OF NOTHING ROMANTIC. IT REMINDS ME OF 3AM SHAKING AWAKE COVERED IN SWEAT FROM THE NIGHTMARES OF YOU DAD. YOURE THE OCEAN AND I AM THE SAND. FOREVER LONGING TO HOLD YOUR HAND. WATCHING AS YOU LEAVE OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN COMING BACK TEN TIMES ANGIER. NOT SATIFIED UNTIL I DROWND.

Scrolling through the internet
I see the world
The beauty of these places
The different countries
The culture
When will I get out of here
See the world without my phone

One who longs too much
        who romanticizes too often
        who dreams impossible dreams*

yet

when faced with reality
retreats to the dark corner